camp A change of scenery || o. Moving dens

[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] To think a day like this would come, only for it to arrive faster than Snowlark could imagine. For whole 8 moons of his life was spent in the apprentice den, and looking at it now, how awkward it had been the first time he moved in to now packing up whatever scraps of moss he could gather from his nest and shuffle out into the clearing a brief moment, yellow eyes briefly looking back at the apprentice den before making strides to the warriors den. This is where he'll be until he was killed in battle, or murdered, or grow old and no longer able to carry out his duties as a warrior, to become an elder which many Shadowclan cats never get to see.

Pushing that thought away he wiggled his way into the warrior's den, realizing how big it felt compared to the apprentice's den, and yet he had felt the same way when he moved to the apprentice's den. Yellow gaze scanning the outskirts of the den before finding a perfect spot to put his nest as he moved to set it down, being mindful to keep himself close to the outter side of the nests as a young warrior. He quickly got to work rebuilding up his old nest with fresh moss, wondering who else would claim a spot next to his own, yet in the meantime his gaze flicked around, it was odd to finally sleep in the same den as his former mentor, where the warriors he grew up knowing stayed, and he wondered if they too felt strange everytime a kit they watch grow up finally join them in the warriors den.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── Where I am going is right where I am ──┐‎

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  Snowlark ❄ He/Him, warrior of Shadowclan, 12 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[MIREPURR]

Snowpaw is Mirepurr's apprentice no more — he wears his new name, Snowlark, with the dignity that it requires. They seldom let fantasy carry them away when it comes to the growing apprentices and their new names, and Smogstar has truly outdone himself with this choice. ShadowClan's ranks have grown immensely with the newest round of ceremonies. Warm satisfaction fills them as their gaze flits between the pair of bramble bushes; one housing the 'paws and the other providing adequate room for warriors. They hadn't even given it much thought before; they would share a den with Snowlark now.

"Have you picked out the perfect spot?" Mirepurr asks in lieu of a hello, seeing and following after the stark white pelt as it vanishes beneath the prickly shade. "If your previous denmates haven't been notorious for snoring, you'll probably have to get used to it now." A mrrow of laughter escapes them then, humor only ever adding to the giddy joy they feel right now.

Snowlark's nest resides in the outskirts, close to the entrance. Colder winds might find it easy to find the newer, younger apprentices here, but at least the sheltered nature of the den keeps the body-heat in, rather than letting it out.
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