Recent content by PLOVERPAW.

The blue smoke is hesitant to do anything like step forward when Emberstar asks them to, but they find that they’re even more hesitant to disappoint the leader. So Plover moves forth to be assigned a mentor along with several other apprentices. They catch sight of Pale—the one with no fear of...

A few other clanmates join them at the rocks, and Plover isn’t sure who they should be looking at as each of them speaks in turn. The white-furred feline seems to be all too happy to answer their question, though, even if it’s a roundabout answer. Having fun. Isn’t that what they’re all trying...

They don’t normally like walking long distances, but when a warrior calls them to go on a patrol, they don’t feel like they can deny it. They don’t like these patrols, mostly because one part of their typical route takes them far too close to ShadowClan’s territory for comfort. But at least they...

Through half-lidded eyes Plover watched Flycatcher follow closely after a bug of some sort—perhaps a cricket, but they couldn’t tell from their distance. He seemed focused, enough so that he didn’t notice the apprentice staring at him, but Plover thought he was nice enough not to care even if he...

Plover didn’t used to travel far from camp, too afraid of what they may find out in the woods on their own. But the beautiful landscape that is ThunderClan’s territory has proven to be a great area to collect rocks, so they’ve been venturing out more often as of late. If they hope to recreate...

The cat they’ve asked seems only slightly interested in their organizational skills, but takes the time to compliment them. It’s more than Plover hoped for, and they flick their silky tail against the ground. "Thank you," they chirp, eyes crinkling with glee. They’re glad that the older tom...

Plover doesn’t like thinking about the future. Where they’ll go, what they’ll become; it’s all too stressful for them right now. They know what will be expected of them eventually—the ferocity in battle that comes with age, the expectation to use that ferocity to harm others, to defend their...

The blue smoke doesn’t wait for long before a cat spots them, and they wince at the sudden noise. There’s a fiery-colored cat standing there, greeting them brightly, and trailing behind her is another older feline. This one is dappled red and black, and the child takes a moment to recognize...

Plover is doing their usual daily routine of picking flowers and bringing them back to their nest, to make it pretty. They’re on their way back to camp when a commotion draws their attention—they flinch at the noise it causes—and then a few cats are gathering to shout and scream and cause even...

Since she left, ShadowClan has felt nothing short of suffocating. Plover doesn’t fit in, and it seems that every ShadowClanner has noticed that. Moon treating them like some weird sort of stranger in their own clan has expanded into the whole of the clan avoiding them, giving them glances that...

The blue smoke stared blankly up at the she-cat, wishing for her to change her mind but knowing that she wouldn’t. The child let out a sigh, flicked their tail. She didn’t even say anything else, only bumped her head against theirs. "Stay safe, wherever you go." They returned the gesture...

For the briefest moment, Plover held out hope that she would agree. That she would say yes, and take the child with her to wherever she would travel. But of course, that was an illogical hope. Plover knew that they were dead weight, unable to fight or hunt, and tagging along with her would only...

Plover would not label themself a coward—they have never been afraid of fighting, of violence. They simply cannot stand the thought of harming another living, breathing being. But the fighting that happened recently, the battle that Plover noticed many cats did not return from, struck something...

At Baby Bear’s response, Plover would blink once. Twice. A blank look settled over their face, ears shifting to angle forward as they attempted to untangle the very long string of words that the other child had uttered. "I…" A pause. "Berries are tasty, so long as you eat the right ones." As...

The small feline was settled gracefully in their little section of camp, surrounded by various pebbles and stones that they had managed to pick up over the moons. Swept away into their own world, tail flickering back and forth in contentment, the blue-caped feline hadn’t even noticed someone...