private Animal in me ☾ Sheep-paw

[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ It was cold.
Frightpaw shivered, waking up not for the first time tonight because of it. Groggy and irritable, she lifts her head up, glaring at the rest of her clan, sleeping relatively soundly. Her eyes fall, briefly onto Brackenpaw, sleeping comfortably within Tigersting's fluff. The irritability burns hotter, pushing her to her feet in an instant. Just as she's about to approach her would-be friend and demand why she never offered to help keep Frightpaw warm, the girl pauses, glancing instead at a closer victim. Sheeppaw. The fire in her chest flickers then winks out as fond memories of her kittenhood fill her thoughts. Plopping down instantly by his side, Frightpaw curls into Sheeppaw's fluff, not bothering to inquire for permission. He owes her, with how little they've spoken throughout their apprenticehood.
Pressing her nose into his soft fur, she pretends, for a moment, that they're back to being kits again.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 9/21/24

• " Speech "
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightpaw
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 9 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan apprentice
  ☾ Sister to Deathpaw, Witherpaw, Grasspaw, Whitepaw and Midnightpaw
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically easy | mentally medium
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

 

[SHEEPPAW]

With the icy sky stretching across the horizon for the past few sunrises now. The moon had long since poured it's dull shining rays, it's eerie glow graces the snow - laden camp. Wind flows gently across the frosted over Windclan camp. Curled half - heartly in his nest, the older apprentice's mind was pleasantly drifting along– coming up with images of flight upon fluffy mounds of clouds, running along heather without the frost. It was bliss.

Until, it was broken by a body being tossed near his side. Dark nostrils flair at the scent of... Frightpaw? Why was Frightpaw here? An eyelid peels open, vision hazy with sleep as he slides his gaze around various clanmates asleep. He didn't mind the company. Turning his head towards the sky, watching the glittering stars blinking at Windclan's camp overhead. She turns her head down to look at the curled up form at her side, cerulean eyes glance up at Brackenpaw curled comfortably within Tigersting's fluff– she doesn't really care for that.

The black smoke lets out a sigh as she tosses her plumed tail around Frightpaw... she hasn't talked to the charcoal tabby ever since the former was a kit. They both drifted apart, moreso Sheeppaw then the younger apprentice. Her tongue slid along canines, her tongue heavy like sap before she speaks towards her denmate. "Decided to use me as a... replacement nest?" Head tilted downwards, corner of his lips twitched upwards in a small smile.

⊹ ⏜ ۫ . 𝙎𝙉𝙊𝙊𝙕𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙐𝘿𝙎 ᶻ 𝘾𝘼𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙇𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝙐𝙄𝙇𝘿

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• temp sheeppaw ref.

  

• ( WHAT? THE FACE? ) ꕤ ‧₊˚. SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
  ⤷ CLOSETED GENDERFLUID ; HE / SHE
  ✶ CURRENTLY 12 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 29TH.
  ✶ undecided / not actively looking — mentoring none.
  ✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and pale blue eyes
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, B9D6F2" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like night air & windblown heather
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone

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[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ Sheep doesn't immediately push her away, which she hadn't thought she'd been fearing until she felt her shoulders suddenly relax. Humph. He speaks, promptly her to look up, half her face hidden comically in his fur, "It's cold " is her pouting response, before she nuzzles a little further into his fur. She can't help but smile when she notices Sheep-paw has wrapped his tail around her, a comfort she didn't realize she needed. Twining her whispy tail around his in response, she peeks back over his fur to stare at the older boy. "You're going to be a warrior soon " she meows with a sniff. At least this time there's no den to abandon her in...not that she could be abandoned by someone who's rarely at her side anymore. Still, the memory of it and the association it has with warrior transitions leaves a sour taste in her mouth. "Any new name ideas you're hoping for? " Perhaps they ought to be focusing on sleeping...but Frightpaw wants to hear him talk more.
It feels like forever since they were this close.
Since they talked at all.
A part of her begrudged Sheep-paw for his neglect...another, bigger part is just happy to have it restored now.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 9/21/24

• " Speech "
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightpaw
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 9 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan apprentice
  ☾ Sister to Deathpaw, Witherpaw, Grasspaw, Whitepaw and Midnightpaw
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically easy | mentally medium
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

 

[SHEEPPAW]

Getting a pouty response to his question, a hum rubble in his throat in an amused way. Feeling the tabby nuzzle closer into his downy coat, he lets his head fall onto between his charcoal - dusted forepaws. Letting Frightpaw's tail wrap around his own, he lets a sigh escape his lips. When the molly speaks up about him almost being a warrior, he twitches an ear. Right. Going to be a warrior soon... Swallowing dryly, he turns his head to his friend– "Yeah..." He whispers.

He going to be a warrior. Soon-ish Sheeppaw is honored to become a warrior but, being named by Scorchstar? She still feels... dejected about it. She's going to be named with her denmates who were also named 'paws by Sunstar's rule. It leaves a sour taste in her mouth. With the thoughts of warriorhood reaching the older apprentice, she snaps out her thoughts to twitch at Frightpaw's voice- a question on her tongue. "Names? Uhhh..." She lifts her head up, head tilted slightly as she slips her eyes closed to think. Hmm, Names... names...

Thinking of future names is a bit hard.

"Maybe Sheepbounce? Or What if I get a cool name like.. Sheepbite?" He lets out a snort at the last name. It must be hard to figure out which name fits with who... Leader's have it hard. He turns his head at the cuddled - up Frightpaw at his side. "What about you? Which name would you want when you reach warriorhood?"

⊹ ⏜ ۫ . 𝙎𝙉𝙊𝙊𝙕𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙐𝘿𝙎 ᶻ 𝘾𝘼𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙇𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝙐𝙄𝙇𝘿

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• no ref yet </3​

• ( WHAT? THE FACE? ) ꕤ ‧₊˚. SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
  ⤷ CLOSETED GENDERFLUID ; HE / SHE
  ✶ CURRENTLY 13 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 29TH.
  ✶ undecided / not actively looking — mentoring none.
  ✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, B9D6F2" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like night air & windblown heather
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone

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