Recent content by Juniperpaw

If Bluepool were Juniperpaw's peer rather than his mentor, he might've laughed aloud at the sight of her glorious tumble. The instinct is there, mirth bubbling in his chest, but he wisely clamps his mouth shut. Instead, he tasks himself with picking apart everything that happened so that he...

There's something off about Bluepool. Juniperpaw can't put his paw on it, but something just isn't right. He glanced about, carefully observing how the terrain changed the closer they got to the steadily growing sound of roaring water. For a moment, he thought his mentor might've muttered...

At the threat of purposefully spreading fleas, the young tomcat wrinkled his nose at Gooseberry. "Not cool," Juniperpaw retorted with a laugh. "After all that hard work I put into catching a mouse for you..." He puts on a stricken expression, a paw resting over his heart, as if suffering...

"Dude, chill," Juniperpaw replies with a snort, voice muffled until he drops a mouse at Gooseberry's paws. "I'm already a step ahead of you." An amused smile twists on the apprentice's lips, which he disguises by ducking his head in a respectful nod. Most of his clanmates have a similarly short...

"You look like a half-soaked mouse yourself, Rattleheart," Juniperpaw quips with a friendly grin. "I'll take it if no one else is hungry." The young tomcat is lounging with his front paws dangling in the rain while the rest of his body is pressed near his sister. Juniperpaw likes to be close to...

Juniperpaw doesn't spend as much time in camp as he used to. He adores exploring the territory with Bluepool and training how to be a strong warrior just like his father, but he does sometimes miss the simple tasks of being a kit. Instead of testing his patience or pushing his body to the limits...

Juniperkit, no, Juniperpaw swells with pride at the sound of his name on Sootstar's lips. He glances at his siblings, then up at his mother, and smiles at them with excitement. He's been waiting for this day for a long time. His entire life! Pallid green eyes flicker over to Bluepool and he...

Juniperkit isn't as aware of the difference between their ages as Thriftpaw is. He still remembers when Thriftpaw was brought back to camp, timid and bleeding. Aside from their names, they are practically equal in Juni's eyes. The grey kitten is the largest of the spiderling brood, and, despite...

There is nothing better than storytime (other than sparring, eating a fresh mouse, star-gazing, etc.) and Juniperkit always listens with an eager expression. Snailstride is a good storyteller; they aren't as impressive as Tigerfrost used to be, but they are almost as entertaining as Snakepaw's...

Juniperkit is bored. Very, very bored. With his apprenticeship looming on the horizon, an inconsolable feeling of restlessness has infected him like an itch. Although he loves snuggling with Mama in the nursery, he can't do that forever! It's impossible to relax when all he can think about is...

Juniperkit greets the arrival of Wolfsong with an affectionate purr. He listens to the warrior's suggestion to climb on Sunstride's stomach to test whether or not gassy-ness is the issue. "Oh," he says with a thoughtful frown. It sounds a little odd, but surely Wolfsong knows what he's talking...

Ever since Snakepaw and Tigerfrost first recounted the stories of battle to an awe-struck Juniperkit, the child has been dreaming of his own imaginary battles. One day, he will be the best Moor Runner that Windclan has ever seen, he's sure of it! Compared to his siblings, the young tom has...

A void exists in the young kit's heart where Juniperfrost should have been. The imagined memory of his father is as all-consuming as the long, hungry shadows cast by a weary sun sinking low, low beneath the horizon. A terrible and cold as his father was in life, Juniperfrost has been transformed...

Being an adult must be so complicated. What is it about aging that turns simple truths into a complex web of emotions, expectations, and rules? For Juniperkit, there is no distinction between his clanmates beyond their rank and their names. There is no such thing as a cat who is "more Windclan"...

Juniperkit is yet another cat with his eyes fixed to distant stars glittering like shining drops of dew. The child should be tucked away in the nursery among the press of his siblings, lulled into deep slumber by the comforting thunder of Spiderbloom's heart. He should be dreaming of catching...