pafp all mixed up // an encounter

[► BUNNYPOUNCE.]

RUN RABBIT, RUN RABBIT, RUN RUN RUN
bunnypounce | 24 months | female | she/her | physically medium | mentally easy | attack in bold hotpink

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It has been a full four seasons since bunny has graced the moors with her presence, has joined with those calling themselves windclan. Even longer still since her first taste of freedom, her first steps outside of the walls that'd haunted her childhood The tunnels were all but her home - she's become one with the dirt, and she's quite proud. With all her strange habits and love of the dark swell beneath the moorlanders paws, it's a rare sight in deed to see pale ghost-white figure above the ground. So much so, many oft forget she's there - and she, them.

It's a sad moment, however, when the forgotten face that bunny stumbles upon is that of her own kin - a slow blinking of mismatched eyes as she takes in two toned frame. Hobbling unever steps draw to a halt as the three legged molly pauses to take in a face that should be familiar, a name that should spring immediately to mind. But it doesn't - no, it takes a moment, before the woman com es upon the realization that yes, this one is hers.

'Only half-wrong', she thinks, and where to most it is an unkind thing to think of ones child, for bunny it is a compliment. Coldpaw is an improvement when compared to herself - yes, just like cygnet, only half her figure bears the suns ill will, only half. "Oh - is coldpaw," she chirps, high-pitched voice tinged with fondness, though she makes no move to do anything more. "You is doing well? Happy hunting?"" she echoes - those are the things she's supposed to ask, right? As a parent - as a 'good' one? She has only her observations since joining the clan as a model of what is good and well and right.

// wait for @coldpaw
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[coldpaw]

Coldpaw didn't think of her mother much. They barely saw each other, not that she cared.

It wasn't that she bore any ill-will for the molly. There was a fondness there, but not much more. Bunnypounce was barely around. As soon as Coldpaw was old enough to live on more than milk, Bunnypounce returned to the tunnels. Coldpaw doesn't fault her for it. Her left eye was sensitive to the bright light of the moors, she can't imagine what it must be like for her mother, who has two sensitive eyes.

"I'm doing well. I caught my first mouse the other day." She could say more, could ask how Bunny herself is doing, but Coldpaw isn't sure there's much of a point. It's Bunnypounce, after all. They probably won't talk again for another moon after this.​

THE FUEL ON THE FIRE​

 

[► BUNNYPOUNCE.]

♥​♥ RUN RABBIT, RUN RABBIT, RUN RUN RUN ♥♥​

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bunnypounce & 25 moons & female & she/her & windclan tunneler​

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"Mhmmm~ Good, a mouse is good," Bunny echoes with a bob of her pale head, something akin to pride in her tone - but not quite. She's certainly happy that coldpaw is so well suited to windclan, so adaptable. It would not do for her kin to die after all, to be weak, to succumb to their wrongness. But its an empty sentiment, lacking in its complexity, and she only smiles brightly, that dazed and glossed-over expression never quite leaving her eyes. She loves them, she does, but it's a stilted thing - her own twisted nature leaving her lacking. The silence simply lingers, her nose twitch-twitch-twitching, but she doesn't ask more either. Should she? She's not certain what one is supposed to do in situations like this.

— don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun ♛

• Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
  ooc: —
  tw/cw: —
  
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  — short and squat albino she-cat with pink-tinged blue eyes and a missing front paw. she seems perpetually smudged with dirt from her time spent beneath the earth, and rarely makes an appearance above ground. bunny speaks in the third person, her voice strangely high-pitched and child-like, and doesn't seem to be the brightest of the bunch.
  
  — physically medium && mentally easy
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay not-allowed
  — please attack using [b][color=hotpink]action here[/color][/b] and tag account

 

[Mouseflight]

Bunnypounce was one of the cats that Mousepaw knew about, but didn't see often enough to really care about her, and she seemed to feel the same way about others. If he hadn't seen her in camp every now and then - though rarely - he would have thought she was dead, and every time he thought she may be so she turned up alive and well. As well as a cat could be alone and in the tunnels that was.

"You gotta catch a rabbit one day, shove it down a tunnel to show her." The apprentice would speak, short words as he stared at the two before him. Hopefully if she were to catch a rabbit Bunnypounce would actually be there to see it - to get a meal from it.

OOC INTERACTIONS ✧.·:·.*

• [ooc]
• windclan (sootstar) loyalist
  dirty fighter/will aim to kill
  will bully anyone (some more than others)
  

  
  

  likely to attack first
  powerplay peaceful actions okay
  ping if needed in a thread
  
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  8 months old
  ftm calico -- he/him
  tunneler apprentice
  
  large ears
  always looks grumpy

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[SUNNVAR]

He cannot imagine what his life would be like, once his kits were born and apprenticed to others. If there is one thing he truly missed about his mountainous home, it would be that everyone was in charge of teaching another. The children were given a focus, yes, but his father was never far behind him as he worked with another. He does not know if he would survive the separation that Bunnypounce and Coldpaw now live in. Even to see it has his heart churning with turmoil. They speak as if nothing is wrong, as if they are friends or acquaintances. Clanmates who had grown apart. Not blood. It fills him with awkward unease, and Sunstride barely wishes to even witness it. Then he reminds himself that he is being poorly sensitive, and approaches regardless. His head dips in welcome.

"Your daughter is doing well," he adds on, just before Mousepaw's words draw a chuckle from the lead warrior. "I am certain it will not be long before you find a rabbit in the pile that she has caught."

＞ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES ╱ REFERENCE ╱ 07.10.2023 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘈𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘕 〙ˊˎ＜

• ooc: —

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• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. approx. 40 moons old. lead warrior of windclan + former rogue.
  —— gay, monogamous. mate to wolfsong from 07.05.2023.  npc x npc, no larger family.
  —— has recently regained some of his earlier lightness, but maintains his steady facade.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.

• "speech"

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[Bluepool]

When Bluepool thinks about Bunnypounce, mother is not the word that first comes to mind. No, not even close. She stares at the albino she-cat and her kit, eyes flickering back and forth between them for a solid while as she makes comparisons between the two. The way they spoke to one another indicated there was no closeness between the two. If by some miracle Bluepool ever had kits of her own she is certain she would be breathing down their necks as they entered apprenticeship. Why wouldn't she? If she had kits she wanted them to become great warriors, to honor her legacy and one day make her proud. That's what having kits was for, after all. Continuing your blood line and making the clan stronger. At least in her mind it was the main reason.

Cats are talking about prey, about Coldpaw showing Bunnypounce a rabbit she had caught and Bluepool blinks slowly, as if coming out of a stupor. "Perhaps your mentor will show you soon" she says, almost absent-mindedly. How old was Coldpaw again? She looked so young... A lot of WindClan's apprentices did.

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[VENOMSTRIKE]

( ) Venomstrike approaches with both ears perked forward, the moor runner having listened to the interaction and couldn't help but inwardly cringe. Weren't Bunnypounce and Coldpaw kin? They seemed more separated than the relative closeness held between a mother and her kit, his ears flicks thinking about if he ever had kits would they turn out the same though he doubts it. No. He'd likely what to know everything they did for their first days out as an apprentice, ask what their mentors taught them, and whatever else that came to their minds. Venomstrike wouldn't be breathing down his kits neck but be supportive and try to offer help on whatever they may need unless it was tunneler business then R-

He cuts his thoughts off and held his breath for a moment, Venomstrike turns to Coldpaw with a nod of his head "Jus be careful when you do catch one... S-some of them fight back," Venomstrike can still recall when a rabbit had kicked him right in the chest and proceeded to brush a paw over it.​

( ME GUSTA LA MAÑANA; ME GUSTAS TÚ )