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Plumpaw barely has time to register the rush of paws and the blur of red before the weight of Dwindlingpaw slams into them, knocking the air from their lungs. The ground is unforgiving as they land, and before they can scramble to their feet, Dwindlingpaw's claws dig into their shoulders...

Plumpaw lingers at the edge of the patrol, her fur fluffed up against the cold as she watches Mapletuft skid across the ice with an awkward tumble. The sight almost makes her crack a smile, though she quickly swallows it, keeping her usual guarded expression as she shifts her weight in the snow...

Plumpaw lingers at the back of the group, her claws flexing nervously against the hard, frosty ground as she watches her Clanmates disappear one by one into the shadows of the WindClan moorland. It's unnerving, setting paw on foreign territory like this, and the weight of it presses down on her...

Plumpaw pads lightly through the leaf-littered undergrowth, each step careful and measured. Her mind is sharply focused, ears twitching at even the smallest rustle. Hunting with Mirestar nearby gives her a sense of reassurance, even if they aren't right at her side. It's the quiet confidence in...

Plumpaw hops along the frost-covered ground, their limbs steady despite the slickness of early morning ice. They squint into the underbrush, brushing aside brittle, leafless stems with their nose in hopes of finding something, anything, to bring back. It's been a slow morning for the patrol, and...

Plumpaw listens intently, her eyes widening with a mix of curiosity and discomfort as Branchpaw's bitter tone fills the air. Her ears twitch when he practically spits out Splashdance, a name she recognizes vaguely but doesn't fully understand the weight of. She's heard murmurs about the...

Plumpaw trails after Snowlark and Mirepurr, keeping her paws quiet but her senses sharp, alert to any change in the familiar forest scents. Snowlark's quiet confidence is steadying, especially with Mirepurr at his side. Plumpaw watches the patrol-leader carefully, noting the twitch of his stubby...

Plumpaw narrows her eyes, studying the sparring cats intently. She'd prefer a real fight, something where she can throw herself in without a second thought, proving herself against anything or anyone that dares to challenge her. But here she is, sitting on the sidelines, just… watching. As...

Plumpaw. The name feels like it's been hanging in the air for moons, a quiet whisper at the edge of her thoughts, growing louder with each passing day. She’d been anticipating this moment, counting down the days ever since the first thought of her ceremony occurred to her, despite it truly being...

As Foamkit sees the little kittens being brought into camp by a patrol, their nose wrinkles slightly, a dismayed expression on their face. Not at the idea of more kittens in the nursery, though that's disappointing too given the chimera's less than personable way of going about life, but at the...

Foamkit's eyes are wide, following a little creature that ae's come to recognize easily in the past few weeks. A slimy frog hops forward, and while ae isn't sure how it happened to end up in camp, ae doesn't really care. Whatever the reason, it's here now, and as ae watches it slowly hop around...

PLUMPAW plumkit | plumpaw | plum??? ⇢ name meaning: named for the color of her pelt nonbinary | she/her and it/its nine moons | ages every 1st | born feb 1 2023 bisexual | biromantic | monogamous (??) chocolate/blue chimera with low white | ref plumpaw is little, even compared to her...