Recent content by Grasspaw

𓆝 . ° ✦ The scene was really something. He watched as Silkpaw rushed around to give the final finishing touches. Grasspaw bent to take a bite of the rabbit before him with an amused twitch of his whiskers. Someone settled near him, and he gestured silently to the rabbit, offering to share. It...

𓆝 . ° ✦ "Ambush!" Grasspaw jolted upon hearing Silkpaw's shriek. The sound of it ran his blood cold. Never had he heard a witnessed her so frantic, so unkempt. He leapt to his paws, coming to the younger apprentice's call. The tunneler looked her over, though Cottonsprig beat him to reassuring...

𓆝 . ° ✦ "Hey, Cel' could I get some honey? The pollen is..." Grasspaw's question trailed off when he realized she wasn't alone. Carminekit, someone he didn't really know. It's not like he had much reason to spend time near the nursery, except maybe to talk to Antkit. "uh, hey, sorry to...

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasspaw, tunneler as he was, was nearly counting down the days until his warrior ceremony. His days of menial apprentice chores were close to their end. The tom smirked around his own moss (grateful that his was distinctly mouse-bile free,) as he dragged it in for nests. Just in time to...

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasspaw had an interesting relationship to the scene playing out before him. It wasn't exactly as horrid to him as the chorus decreed. He'd dealt with his fair share of gore, blood, death, you name it. Sure it wasn't appetizing, but why watch? He looked over at Stoatpaw when he spoke...

𓆝 . ° ✦ The young tunneler had little left to give. He was losing those he loved left and right. Nightingalecry, Periwinklebreeze, Gravelsnap, Mossthorn... all cats he loved and wanted to be the best for. His chest hurt. Everyday, his thoughts consumed with grief. What was he to do? Every day...

𓆝 . ° ✦ When Frightpaw had gathered them together it had set an uneasy stone in the pit of his stomach. She was getting weirder by the day it seemed. Then she opened her mouth and made it worse, apparently. He sent an incredulous look to both Midnightpaw and Marrowpaw (he'd have to work on...

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasspaw had been told to grab something small to eat by his mentor. They'd been working in the tunnels since early morning, the evidence still clung to his fur. As soon as Bergamotpaw started strutting his way toward him he knew he was going to hear it. "Mossthorn told me to grab...

𓆝 . ° ✦ Lately he felt like part of the background. Going about his day, joining patrols with Mossthorn, living beneath the earth for hours at a time. He padded through days like there was a veil over him, invisible to the rest. So many of his friends and loved ones went missing or died that...

𓆝 . ° ✦ While Grasspaw was not one of his family to be behind in hunting, he was behind in battle, and could at least relate to wanting to contribute. He sat quietly away from the rest. A healthy two tail-lengths from the other cats. Viperpaw's oppressive shouting made him shrink back a tiny...

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasspaw shared her empty expression. His figure showed him to be frail despite his lack of illness. The stress of recent events certainly took a toll on those with weaker disposition. "Hm?" he roused upon hearing the quiet tone of his sister's voice. "Yeah, sure," The field mouse...

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasspaw is drawn from his nest at the rising voices of his clanmates. An unfamiliar face... and Bluefrost... and five kits. He shrank away. Too many new faces. Too much noise. Only for Vulturepaw's whimpering to pull him from his thoughts. Maybe... maybe once he could risk being near...

𓆝 . ° ✦ "I'll have to believe you," Grasspaw replied, from a few tail-lengths away. "Haven't gotten to see leaf-fall until now," as he stated the obvious, the pale tom rolled to stretch his paws. A wide yawn split his maw. He hadn't been the biggest fan of greenleaf, there was no protection from...

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasspaw had really taken to his tunneler profession, given the circumstances. He much preferred the steady temperatures and plentiful rocks found beneath their paws. Plus, he didn't have to worry so much about keeping up with the cats around him, as he was needing to do currently. He...

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasspaw had taken to quietly observing camp most days. The respiratory sickness that ravaged the clan made him wary of approaching anyone, for fear of his demise. It had left him lonely. He overheard Frightpaw. His... sister. Yeah, she was still his sister. Even if not by blood. The...