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Name: rainpaw Pronouns: she/her Age: 10 moons Sexuality: bi Platonic/romantic preference: either! Other preferences (i.e. maximum 3 moon age difference, no former kittypets, no droolers, etc): nah!

Rainpaw initially joined the trio not because of the owl, but because she was seeking out Icepaw. Some question about tunneling the next day was on the tip of her tongue, but it fell right off when she followed her clanmates' gazes. Silhouetted against the dark blue sky, an owl soared over the...

Rainpaw rolled her eyes almost as soon as Dazzlepaw started speaking. She wasn't stupid- she knew what desperate flattery looked like. Although she had to commend Dazzlepaw for his impressive attempt at convincing her to agree with them, her opinion wasn't swayed so easily. "You're laying it on...

Rainpaw spent most of her time in the tunnels, but now that her paws were healed, she wanted to get usage out of them wherever she could. Thus she ended up tagging along with a hunting patrol on the moor, snow-melt and open skies and all. She regretted it, just a bit. The slush was soaking the...

Rainpaw's ears flicked in acknowledgment of Sunstride's words, but her eyes weren't on the lead warrior-they were mostly fixed on Icepaw. She didn't miss the tension in Icepaw's steps or her uneasy expression. She wondered if it had been right to prod Icepaw about coming at all. Rainpaw had more...

Like Smokepaw, Rainpaw hadn't been around for when Vulturemask had whispered his prophecy to Sootstar. She had been missing out on vital events lately, it seemed, although she wasn't really upset about that- they were rarely pleasant. She was living in a blissfully unaware bubble, until...

As much as Azaleapaw was excited to have two potential friends near her, they would also be the potential downfall of her prank. Rainpaw probably wouldn't have noticed one apprentice sitting alone, but a trio gathered around something was enough to bring her over, ears pricked to catch...

Rainpaw knew why most of WindClan loved being under the vast sky- it meant that StarClan could always look right down on them. She would scarce admit it, too scared of someone taking it as a sign that her loyalty to StarClan or Sootstar wavered, but Rainpaw preferred being underground. The...

"A grumpy lot" was certainly a generous assessment of WindClan's apprentices. Rainpaw could come up with much more colorful terms for Firepaw, but she saved any comments on that in favor of giggling at Snailpaw's Juniperfrost impression. The attempt at a stern expression on Snailpaw's face was...

Rainpaw came hustling over only a few heartbeats after Icepaw, ears angled toward Badgermoon. She hadn't been able to settle down since the raid patrols had left for SkyClan and, frankly, she was happy to be given some work to do. Maybe it would burn off the tension that had collected in her...

Rainpaw's approach to the gathering of apprentices was slow. Her ears were pricked, tuning in on the conversation, but there was no hustle in her step. Firepaw wanted to gather the apprentices to talk about what had happened- well, Rainpaw still wasn't sure what to make of it. Just the night...

Rainpaw naively thought that, once she found Icepaw, everything would be... passable. Not okay, because Sunsetbreeze was dead, but it wouldn't feel like the world was crashing down around her. Her frown deepened as Firepaw explained what had gone down with the SkyClan patrols. Cowards, they...

Although Snailpaw didn't have a surefire way to get down to the water, Rainpaw's fur wasn't ruffled. The corners of her lips raised as he reassured her that she would get to see fish. The river did indeed keep going, and the giant rift it dug in the landscape had to flatten out eventually...

Ever since the patrols had left, anxiety had been running through Rainpaw's veins and tangling itself in knots in her mind and her stomach. Only the prayer circle had eased her nerves, serving as a brief refuge from her thoughts- but also reminding herself that there was nothing that she could...