camp A SMALL DOMAIN || moving in

[batpaw.]

"HEAR MY STOLEN LULLABIES"​

It's finally time. He's finally an apprentice, finally moving to the apprentice den.

This moment had been filling him with anticipation for moons now, since Forestshade's kits were born and the nursery had become overcrowded. With each new addition, he grew more and more ready to leave the nursery. Except...

Batpaw considers himself rather unemotional. But now, standing just inside his new den, a ball of moss for his new nest in his mouth, it hits him. Moving out of the nursery means he can't stay by Snowfeather's side anymore. She's returned to the warrior den and he's... here alone.

Is this why she always encouraged him to make friends with the others? So that he wouldn't feel so alone without her?

No matter. He was fine with no friends. Maybe a little lonely, but that's fine.

He observes for a moment, trying to figure out where the best place to put his nest would be. Preferably by the entrance, that way he could easily escape if the other cats got to be too much. Although being in a corner wouldn't be so bad. There probably wouldn't be as many nests close to him if he hid away in some recess. Is it the moss that's making his mouth so dry?

Why hadn't he realized how hard of a choice this would be?

//he's just walked in and has been standing looking around for maybe 5-10 seconds, but he is Visibly Awkward​

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[clearheart]

━━ι═══════﹥ Clearheart visits the apprentice den on occasion, partly because he has a student of his own and partly for the recognition that ShadowClan's youth requires guidance like any other. It is not by their own design, of course; the young are predisposed to such discomfort, even more so when much of their lives have known tumultuous events, such as the very recent intrusion of bears. For all that some of ShadowClan's younger members behave with sharp unpleasance or intentional indifference, Clearheart remains convinced that they are flaws without remedy.

"Good day, Batpaw," he greets after a moment, when it appears that the new apprentice remains lost in thought. "It can be difficult to rest in new places, even those that are not far from familiarity. Where is your nest? That one there is Dragonflypaw's." He lifts his paw to indicate his apprentice's nest, tucked with the occasional feather and marsh-flower. ​

══════⊹⊱≼ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ ʜᴀɴɢꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴄᴇɴꜱᴇ / ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ≽⊰⊹══════

• — CLEARHEART / / 40 moons old / / amab and uses masculine pronouns but will also accept the use of neutral terms.
  — a warrior of shadowclan / / currently mentoring dragonflypaw / / excels greatly in combat above most all other skills.
  — former loner who wandered great distances & rarely remained in one place for long / / arrived after the great battle.
  — devoted to starclan above all else (aside from his idea of the common good) / / not prone to enter battle mindlessly.
  
  — of a height slightly above average / / trim and athletic with a sense of immovability about his posture/stance & size.
  — chocolate sepia w/ low white / / fur is quite short for the most part / / tail is naturally bobbed // full-body reference.
  — fairly warm demeanor much of the time; there is a "softness" about his features so that neutrality doesn't seem surly.
  
  — lawful good, in the sense that he likes to maintain order and work toward bettering lives around him without cruelty.
  — often misunderstands figures of speech and may interpret them literally. as such, can seem to lack a sense of humor.
  — deeply genuine; dislikes lying immensely, and so (most of the time) he is wholly earnest, especially with compliments.
  
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[HONEYJAW]

Speak of the devil (his child) and he shall appear (Honeyjaw himself), right? "Dragonflypaw, you in here?" he calls. His head peeks in just in time to nearly collide with Clearheart's flank, and with a brief sputtering meant to convey hey what the hell, oh it's you, sorry about that all at once, he makes himself amply known. For a brief moment he doesn't understand which of the faces here Clearheart is addressing, right up until he notices Batpaw standing awkwardly about. The dark colored apprentice blended right in with the rest of them. It'd be good for ShadowClan to have more like him, he thinks. Hopefully, like his friend briefly touches upon, Batpaw doesn't end up as...reticent as some of the others.

"Don't listen to him, he talks too much and none of it makes sense," the warrior chuckles, briefly brushing his shoulder alongside the other tom's. "You won't have any more difficulty sleeping here than in the nursery, especially once your mentor starts dragging you around for training, right? You'll sleep like you have no other option right until dawn."

﹥ˏˋ  OOC NOTES ╱ REFERENCE ╱ 07.02.2023  𝘙𝘌𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘋𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘔𝘌 𝘏𝘖𝘞 𝘓𝘐𝘛𝘛𝘓𝘌 𝘐 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 ˊˎ＜

• ooc: fair warning you will get both of my characters in this thread LOL

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• honeyjaw ╱╱ 36 moons old ╱╱ he - him - his ╱╱ warrior of shadowclan.
  ──── a former loner who joined the clan approximately six months ago (give or take).
  ──── named for the deep honey-brown of his pelt as well as his too natural charisma.
  ──── has an apprentice-aged kid he joined with, def scared of watching 'em grow up.
  ──── bisexual- kinda flirtatious yet never seems to really pursue a relationship. single.
  
  a short-furred dark chocolate point tom with the smallest splashes of white on his forehead, front paws, and tail tip. well-built, but overall average in size and unremarkable aside from his lightly curled ears and the magnetism of his smile. seems to show signs of aging earlier than expected, with a salt-and-pepper dusting around his jaw and muzzle.

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[honeymoon]

sweet like honey
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Honeypaw could sympathize with the bitter feeling of growing out of the nursery. Especially when her spot next to her mother's side was occupied once more by a small little torbie, without her father to escort her around camp with a rumbling purr and chipper voice. Now she slept alone in the apprentice's den, knowing her safety and security and attention had been entirely taken by Chervilkit and now Littlebird only spoke to her to ask her to kitsit her sister. Ugh. Growing up sucked. But in independence there was a newfound freedom, even if Honeypaw hated to admit it. She lined her nest in stones because Littlebird couldn't stop her! And because they were pretty! She had tried lining a few flowers to keep it scented nicely, had tried tucking feathers along the side to hide her mistakes in how she kept her nest assembled, but all of them paled in comparison to her beautiful wonderful stones and she had eventually given up altogether in trying to keep them maintained in the moss of her nest.

Honeypaw is in the process of rising from a nap to meet with her mentor when her eyes crack open to see a gathering at the entrance of the den, warriors included. Confusion flushes through her, followed by a prickle of worry. Had they learned she had snuck out, and were here to chastise her? Shoot, she should've - oh. Oh! Just kidding. There was a new face moving into the den! Honeypaw straightens herself up in her den, jaw spreading in a wide yawn. "Hi," she groans out around the yawn. Her tufted ears prick forward to listen to the two warriors exchange words with the newly named Batpaw, raising out of her nest and shaking her ruff of fur out. "No no, do listen to him," Honeypaw speaks over the similarly-named Honeyjaw (how confusing!). Clearheart helped guide her down from a tree, of course she'd trust his input! Honeypaw turns her head to dip her nose toward her own nest, adding, "that's mine." As if it even needed to be pointed out. "It's warm and cozy in the middle of the den! I've yet to have my tail stepped on, either." Honeypaw lifts her paw to her muzzle to groom it, swiping it over her ear as she speaks. "Or, if you hate other cats, you can sleep against the wall. That's not very fun, though."


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