- Apr 8, 2024
- 100
- 6
- 18
It was becoming increasingly commonplace for Brackenpaw to find some excuse to leave camp. Wherever it be with Bluefrost's permission or not didn’t matter, they'd still sneak out. This time they had been given a task, punishment for something they refused to do. A fruitless task to look for bedding across the tarnished moors for the nursery, as if anything had really grown back enough for her to salvage it. Still, an excuse to leave for a moment was greedily taken. The tunneler apprentice finds themself wandering aimlessly, as long as they were back within the hour it was fine so why can't they dawdle just a little?
Delicate paws dance across the growing moorland, stopping occasionally when they can find the rare plush flower or adult grown greenery. Her paws grow to a steady halt as they reach WindClan's border, yellow green eyes scan across the world beyond home. Jaws part in an attempt to scent the air, they were trying to get better at identifying scents around them. If they couldn't accomplish it up here then what good would she be in the tunnels?
Her perception clearly needs work as she narrowly avoids missing the black pelt of Privetpaw. She feels her fur raise in defence as they set their odd assortment of clippings down. Kicking them behind her and pressing a hind paw ontop of the flora of the moors. “You're far from home aren't you?” They call out despite their better judgement howling at her to shut up. Not being immediately jumped by him is enough to have her not make a first move to attack. It's enough to convince herself that he wouldn't immediately win if it boiled down to a scrap. So they find that they keep talking.
“If you're trying to look for food then you should turn right back around” her tone is monotonous in delivery. Too busy trying to figure out why he would even be this far out right now to dignify anything overly friendly. Just talking instead of trying to scare him off was deemed too friendly, giving too much of an olive branch here but she wasn’t aware of that fact. Nor was she aware of the irony for her to be critical of his distance from the presumed safety of his clan since they were also deemed far from home. It takes two to talk on the border after all.
┌── Im just a dog
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with no bite ──┐
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ooc. @PRIVETPAW
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BIOGRAPHY
✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 8 moons (ages on the 22nd)
⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Bluefrost
⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater