Recent content by Mizzlepaw

She is honest. Mizzlepaw can't fault her for that, though his awkwardness is dimmed into a small frown at her words. He had never heard of Rumblerain in such a negative light before, it wasn't like they were the most perfect parent out there but they were still his. The perception he had built...

He had planned to sneak back to SkyClan that night, making sure his family was home before slipping back out with the intent to see Budpaw again. The sun had already set and the moon risen by the time he was able to leave the den that housed the large family, there's a small beat of pride as he...

He had been indulged before the storm came and wrecked the camp in looking for flowers. It had ended up with him trying berries for the first time, Mizzlepaw liked it, sometimes while patrolling he tries to vie for the possibility to try more. That hadn't been his original goal though, the...

This feels like a conversation he shouldn't intrude on. Though the sight of his good friend Budpaw and his littermate together had drawn interest from the tom. Excusing himself from Edenberry he loudly calls out "who has a crush on me?" As a way of announcing his approach. Though he asked he has...

He squints from the branch he rests on, sure enough it is a bone! He wasn't imagining things at all then. "What kind!?" He peers over from the branch, clinging onto the bark as he peered over. Feeling his claws slip from its once sturdy hold he scrambles back, maybe he was being too brave from...

One would think that seeing a boring old sun set would be unappealing to a daylighter or really any clan cat. It signifies when he should be going home, it should be seen as either a blight or a reprieve depending on ones social standing within the clan. Of which daylighters are usually at the...

He holds his stare at her after he asks his question, bracing for the worst. There's an expectation to be chased off, maybe he had misspoken? They would be considered a traitor to WindClan would they not? His ebony ears flicker to pin ever so slightly, just to readjust to the cautiously perked...

Mizzlepaw remembers his own frustrations having to be confined to camp, though DuskClan differs to the much stricter SkyClan they shared the mentality of kits not being able to leave. He recalls the horror in Rumblerain when he had ran out of the camp to meet a stranger. The thought makes them...

Mizzlepaw tried to not think much about death, he rests his chin against the ground as he pricks at the ground underneath with a lone claw. Sleep can't find him, not yet it seems. Thinking about death becomes too slippery, he first thinks of Rumblerain, then he considers, no, he catastrophizes...

The longer parts of Mizzlepaw's fur clings to his gaunt features almost as stubbornly as the prickles in the grass when he lounges. It had rained lightly as they walked from their home in Twolegplace to SkyClan's camp for the day. The black and white cat sighs in defeat, shaking his head as he...

He hopes the clan will be nicer to the youngest members of his family, Mizzlepaw's fur bristles in waves as he walks beside them. Staying close to Ari as they walk, concerned vibrant greens hover over mixed pelts, making sure Chimekit at the front didn't trip over. That Smudgekit doesn't walk...

His nerves were alight seeing Edenberry so frazzled, there was a lot of blood back at camp. Way too much. There was never that much blood at DuskClan, they never really allowed themself to get that injured. Was it because they knew they couldn't rely on the help of friendly faces unlike SkyClan...

"Spicepurr!" It's a shock to see his aunt in the setting of camp. He knows that she was a clan cat, she wouldn't have a clan name after all if not. Though he just can't get past the shock of seeing her away from the yard, the furthest from their den he has ever seen her has been on the fence...

He's practically glued to Edenberry's side. Careful to not bump into them but hovering just in case anything should happen. Mizzlepaw would have thought nothing would happen but the fresh scar from that owl proves him wrong. SkyClan is dangerous, as is their patrols. Guilt lacerates him every...

There's a small part of Mizzlepaw that had expected to be laughed at for his request of looking for flowers, parts of him still hold onto expectations held at DuskClan. He isn't even sure if flowers grew there, the snow of leafbare killed any hope of ever seeing any, though he's sure even if...