Recent content by Laurelgrin

He was about to pad the same trial he did so many times before. His paws always hitting the same patch of dirt it seemed. He couldn't lay in his nest all day, so instead he must hover through the clan like an ant, mindlessly completing each task asked of him. This habit is interrupted by...

His presence in the clan, let alone in his siblings lives was easy to miss. Ashenfall had his litter of kits and while Laurelgrin had gone to see them, to offer congratulations and all the other things you must do when new family members are born, that's where is connection to these new kittens...

It reeked, everywhere Laurelgrin turned, ever since he was a kitten. Death. As an apprentice he could make himself sick sometimes with the way fear gripped him over the subject. Even when he was younger, as a kit, maybe he didn't see it but he was a piece in the death of many cats. Every slash...

Had he been invited to the story telling? No. But, something in him always craved a story from the elders. He was told stories of WindClan as a stolen kitten, and never truly got around to catching up with the tales of his birthplace during his apprenticeship. So, if the chance arose to hear...

Today was the day. His spine shivered as he heard the raspy voice call across camp. He had taken a little extra care to groom out any mud in his fur and looked quite handsome, which was important, the whole of camps eyes would be on him today. What a terrifying notion. He took his place among...

Laurelpaw's weight slammed into the dirt, sending up a small cloud of dust. His claws gripped into the training ground as his body lumbered back in a ricochet. Rocketing towards his target, in an attempt to slam his whole body into Halfpaw, his goal is for the both of them to end up sprawled on...

NAME—☆ Laurelpaw ————— former names Laurelkit,Ouzelkit, AGE—☆ 9 moons ————— ages 1 moon on the 30th of each month ————— birthday 29/07, created on 11/12/23 GENDER—☆ AMAB; he/him ————— very secure in his identity as a tom, he would be slightly confused at other pronouns but would roll with it...

//Some anxiety and spooky delusions but nothing too descriptive and please wait for @Bonepaw. to reply first! Starclan, how did he always find Bonepaw at his side during patrols. The idiot was always blabbering and making his own life difficult, and yet he couldn't shake him. They were on a...

The blue tom treaded alongside his new mentor, his eyes watching carefully as she led him through darkened trees. He was trying to read the warrior, she was certainly odd, compared to the other warriors he was often interacting with. She spoke every word that came to her mind it seemed, a rather...

Just like every moon Laurelpaw comes out to sit among all the other cats. Looking up at ShadowClan's leader and keeping an ear half listening for anything important. This meeting he actually has enough to listen for that he has his full attention on the words his leader says. First his own name...

The blue tom had other things to get done, in fact he had training with Ferndance any moment now, and yet his attention had been drawn to her direct kin. Bonepaw was laughing like a loon, Laurelpaw could hardly even process it. He had just barely seen out of the corner of his eye the two dumb...

His eyes are trained on the shadows that cast over camp with the mid-day sun, with the slight breeze it's like they dance along the packed earth. They take up so much of the sun it seems almost unfair. Maybe that's why SkyClan climbed the trees around them? To try and break through the darkness...

Shadowclan apprentices were either cursed or every single one of them was born without a survival instinct it seemed. Laurelpaw swore he saw more young cats in the medicine den than elders and warriors, it was stupid. Could no one figure out that to make it to warriorhood they had to be at least...

Romance had successfully avoided Laurelpaw so far, and he wouldn't say he yearned for it. He could probably get a molly swooning over himself easily enough, he was handsome and when the time called for it he could flatter. He just happened to lack any initiative for the idea. The concept of it...

Laurelpaw stood at an in-between age with the other apprentices on patrol. He was younger than Snowpaw, but this wasn't his first patrol as it was for Bonepaw and Swallowpaw. So, as it stood, he wasn't familiar enough with patrols to feel fully comfortable and yet the concept wasn't novice...