private 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄 [ FLUFFYPAW ]

[CANDORPAW]

The apprentice den is... a threshold he may not cross. Not necessarily because he believes he will be scolded and dragged out... ( though this is certainly a possibility ) but moreso, that it is a matter of honor, of integrity. If he cannot follow such simple rules not, what sort of mongrel might he be once he is a warrior? And plus, the moment wherein he becomes an apprentice, and sub-sequence-ly crosses this entrance for the first time is one he has played out meticulously, and that he must do properly... Crowds would hold their breath, Bobbie would be cheering silently, not wanting to disturb the moment...

Thusly, he tries very hard to try and talk to Fluffykit sometime in between her training and going into the den, that of which, there isn't very much of. It makes him a little sad, but um... he'd be with her soon! " Fluffypaw! " he runs to greet her. Did he look like a kit, when he ran? He makes sure not to waddle, or anything of the sort. He strides! Very cooly, in fact! " Um... " Ruined at once! Because brave warriors did not say "um." " Congratulations on your apprenticeship, friend! " Hopefully she didn't notice. " I... sort of forgot that you're older than me... " he admits.

" But worry not! I will be joining you soon! " before she even need ask, he reassures her. " How is the outside world? "

// OOC: @FLUFFYPAW​

 

[FLUFFYPAW]

She’s more than a little exhausted after her return from her first excursion into SkyClan territory. She’s paw-sore from the trek, and her pelt reeks of pine sap and dust. Her mother is busy with nursery duties, and though Fluffypaw longs to follow the other kits who’d been her denmate just a day before into the nursery, she knows she cannot. She’s left to her own devices, and as quickly as she can muster, she situates herself into an empty, stale-smelling nest in the apprentice’s den. Tears prick her eyes—she has to sleep alone, without the warm, sweet-smelling flank of Butterflytuft curled around her? This nest stinks, and it’s cold, as night approaches…

Fluffypaw has to fight the urge to sob. She’s almost losing the battle when a familiar voice breaks through the quiet. Candorkit rushes into the threshold of the apprentice’s den, all big tawny paws and bright green eyes. “Fluffypaw!” He calls, and quickly, she wipes at her eyes, hoping he hadn’t noticed her sniffling. She’d promised him she wouldn’t be a crybaby all the time, after all, hadn’t she? She has to set an example now. “Hi, Candorkit,” she greets him, forcing herself to smile. She hopes it’s convincing.

The red-maned tomkit congratulates her on her apprenticeship, and Fluffypaw’s smile wanes just a little. “Thank you. It’s very… different, so far,” she mews, resting her chin on her forepaws. He reminds her that he’d be joining her in the den soon, and she brightens somewhat. It would be nice to have her friend in here with her. “That’s right. Are you excited? Maybe I can save a good nest for you,” she says, tucking her tail against her side.

“How is the outside world?” Fluffypaw screws up her nose in thought. “It’s big,” she says, lifting her chin from the cushion of her pale paws. “And kind of scary… but nothing bad happened today, really. We went and looked at the territory. I saw the Rockpile! It’s huge,” she says, then leans forward, her ears tilting with her head. “And—and I smelled fresh mouse for the first time today. You could hear them scratching in the rocks.” Suddenly, this makes her feel very grown-up and important.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
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• Fluffykit . Fluffypaw, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 6 moons old, ages realistically on the 8th.
  — mentored by Greeneyes ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — skyclan apprentice. butterflytuft x dandelionwish, gen 3.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  lh chocolate tortie/cream chimera with jade eyes. frightened, clingy, anxious, gentle.
  
  

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[CANDORPAW]

Judging from her smile, he has a pretty good idea of how her apprenticeship must be going... fantastically, of course! How else would it be going? Different too, sure... Good warriors overcame their differences! Which is a phrase he understands, of course. He is more than excited for his own apprenticeship. He's... he's... enthralled (?) But not overly so! Because patience is a virtue of course, and he is nothing if not virtuous.

" Quite! " is the perfect word to describe his completely normal amount of excitement. A nest saved just for him..." Oh, yes please! That would be grand! " He remembers listening intently as Figfeather explained the culture of the apprentice's den... Candorkit has no problem with the order of things. Being closer to the outside meant he could effectively leap into action, should danger be afoot!

Candorkit figures he ought to get more comfortable too, in preparation for tales of the outside world. Scary... so, were the tons of foxes and badgers and dogs and snakes? It seems not so... Critically, the kit nods along with narrowed eyes. " The Rockpile... " he can imagine what a place like that must be like. He pictures dramatic stops as a loose boulder comes tumbling toward a clanmate; or maybe it could make the perfect throne for a king...

As Fluffypaw leans forward, so does he. " Oh wow. Did you slay it? " ...He imagines not, because that would easily be the first thing he'd talk about when he comes home. " Next time, it will be yours! " he declares with certainty. With a little less certainty, he says, " It's weird that they move and stuff before we kill them. Isn't that weird? "​

 

[FLUFFYPAW]

Fluffypaw’s smile trembles across her white muzzle. Candorkit’s enthusiasm is infectious. “I’ll save you a nest next to mine, then,” she mews, her tufted ears twitching toward the maned tomkit. His presence will keep the nightmares at bay, she thinks, and there’s a twinkle of comfort embedded in the thought. Suddenly, she’s impatient for her friend to join the apprentice’s den with her. “Who do you want your mentor to be?”

Her own mentor is her uncle, Greeneyes, and he’s kind and protective. So far, she enjoys his company, though he’s a little different when he’s acting as a mentor toward her instead of as her kin.

Candorkit is caught up in her story about the Rockpile; his green eyes round, luminous, as he repeats the phrase. Fluffypaw nods. “The rocks are pretty big! And they’re warm to the touch.” He leans forward, whiskers twitching, as he asks if she’d slayed the mouse. She shakes her head gently, fur ruffling. “No, I didn’t. I still have to learn how to hunt,” she explains.

“It’s weird that they move and stuff before we kill them. Isn’t that weird?” Fluffypaw tilts her head forward in quiet agreement. “I know,” she murmurs, her voice dropping into a near-whisper, as is her custom. “I’m… I’m nervous about my first catch, actually. I don’t know if I can k…kill anything.”

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• 
• Fluffykit . Fluffypaw, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 6 moons old, ages realistically on the 8th.
  — mentored by Greeneyes ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — skyclan apprentice. butterflytuft x dandelionwish, gen 3.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  lh chocolate tortie/cream chimera with jade eyes. frightened, clingy, anxious, gentle.
  
  

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[CANDORPAW]

Candorkit stands tall. He groomed himself all on his own today too, and soon, he'd have his very own nest next to Fluffypaw, and his very own mentor... He could not grow discouraged now! It was all soo close! He flashes his biggest and brightest smile, the kind that cool warriors gave before saying, like... I'm here to save the day! " Why thank you, dear Fluffypaw! " His mentor, his mentor... he had an answer ready, of course, cause he's thought about this like a billion times by now, of course! " Orangestar! or maybe Bobbie... Not Chrysaliswing " That was like, the only mentor he wouldn't really like. Though he supposes he would make it work... Nay, it would be but another obstacle for someone like himself to triumph over!

" Whoever it is, I pray they let us train together! " Fluffypaw training... he finds it hard to imagine her fighting and stuff, but she'd have to, right?

Big rocks warm to the touch... It is most likely unwarriorlike, to think that those sound nice to lay down on. Warriors do not lay! They hunt! And do battle! Candorkit's mouth forms an "o," his gaze perhaps too intense for what is that they are discussing.

He pricks his ears, learning that Fluffypaw is nervous about her first catch... Why? Was it not exciting? One of the most exciting moments of one's life? " But, you gotta! " he tells her, matter - of - factly. " Warriors kill— slay lotsa things! Like prey and foxes and badgers and dogs and snakes and um... other clans! " His nose wrinkles a moment, but... this is normal. This is how things are! " Remind yourself that it's for the clan, and you will..." What's the word? " - triumph! "​