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The cobweb wound around his paw and he folded it into a loop with a stretch of his forearms before spinning it back into a proper ball to be unraveled later as needed. The fortunate thing with cobweb was spiders were abundant and so their webbing was too, but finding the nests that were abandoned took a bit of digging sometimes. They liked to build them in hollows of trees, under low bushes against the musky and damp earth, but they didn't always leave them there if the place was too good. He was not after silk, but cobweb, a spider nest unwanted and in disuse and sometimes they found themselves a nice little camp and weren't inclined to leave it so he would have to leave that one alone. Not simply because normal webbing was too sticky and tedious to handle, but because he didn't want to cast a creature from its home if he could help it. Magpiepaw remembers sitting on the edge of the thunderpath when the bears took their territory, he remembers trembling as he saw its lumbering shape move near their temporary camp and threaten their wellbeing. And he remembers Howlingstar offering them sancturary on the other side in ThunderClan's land. She had been a leader that fit his mental image of what a leader was supposed to be, well-intentioned and strong, kind but stern. Her cats here on the journey seemed to encompass those aspects in different ways. They carried with them her empathy but also her determination. In a way, all the cats here seemed to mimic their leaders...
ShadowClan was standoffish as usual, WindClan defensive and fierce, RiverClan aloof and indifferent, SkyClan generally more open with a few exceptions here and there (Slate came to mind immediately), but by being around one another he had noticed changes...even dreary Smogmaw seemed in lighter spirits. Sharppaw was less reclusive...
Part of him wanted to stay like this, this awkward and strange little collection of cats they had, but he knew in his heart he had to go home. The lungwort needed to be delivered.
Turning to pick up his ivy leaf of collected plants he saw the flicker of white between the tree line and wandered over curiously, recognizing Hailstorm sitting there in a quiet clearing alone. For a moment Magpiepaw considered leaving him be, but after a second of swift consideration he stumbled his way forward through the foliage to plop himself alongside the large snow-coated tom and set his bundle down.
"Do you mind company, the trees being so close together make me nervous..."
The cobweb wound around his paw and he folded it into a loop with a stretch of his forearms before spinning it back into a proper ball to be unraveled later as needed. The fortunate thing with cobweb was spiders were abundant and so their webbing was too, but finding the nests that were abandoned took a bit of digging sometimes. They liked to build them in hollows of trees, under low bushes against the musky and damp earth, but they didn't always leave them there if the place was too good. He was not after silk, but cobweb, a spider nest unwanted and in disuse and sometimes they found themselves a nice little camp and weren't inclined to leave it so he would have to leave that one alone. Not simply because normal webbing was too sticky and tedious to handle, but because he didn't want to cast a creature from its home if he could help it. Magpiepaw remembers sitting on the edge of the thunderpath when the bears took their territory, he remembers trembling as he saw its lumbering shape move near their temporary camp and threaten their wellbeing. And he remembers Howlingstar offering them sancturary on the other side in ThunderClan's land. She had been a leader that fit his mental image of what a leader was supposed to be, well-intentioned and strong, kind but stern. Her cats here on the journey seemed to encompass those aspects in different ways. They carried with them her empathy but also her determination. In a way, all the cats here seemed to mimic their leaders...
ShadowClan was standoffish as usual, WindClan defensive and fierce, RiverClan aloof and indifferent, SkyClan generally more open with a few exceptions here and there (Slate came to mind immediately), but by being around one another he had noticed changes...even dreary Smogmaw seemed in lighter spirits. Sharppaw was less reclusive...
Part of him wanted to stay like this, this awkward and strange little collection of cats they had, but he knew in his heart he had to go home. The lungwort needed to be delivered.
Turning to pick up his ivy leaf of collected plants he saw the flicker of white between the tree line and wandered over curiously, recognizing Hailstorm sitting there in a quiet clearing alone. For a moment Magpiepaw considered leaving him be, but after a second of swift consideration he stumbled his way forward through the foliage to plop himself alongside the large snow-coated tom and set his bundle down.
"Do you mind company, the trees being so close together make me nervous..."
- OOC can go here.
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Magpiepaw
—⊰⋅ MCA of ShadowClan
—⊰⋅ He/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
—⊰⋅ Black tom w/a white throat and blue-violet eyes.
—⊰⋅ penned by Rai
