pafp beaten & bruised - discouraged

[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasspaw stomped into camp, wheezing a bit. His tail lashed behind him as he stalked over to sit by some of his peers. Mossthorn had cut their battle training short when he started wheezing. Whether that was the right decision or not, Grasspaw was pissed. "I might as well not even be a warrior if we have to stop every time I might get wheezy," he snorted. His statement was to no one in particular. He'd barely learned how to dodge and roll before his stupid lungs decided to be difficult.

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• ooc: @Paleface. Please wait for them to post!
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  GRASSPAW — HE/HIM ･ 6 MOONS ･ TUNNELER APPRENTICE & WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  Small fawn tabby with pale green eyes.
  "speak" thoughts action
  — peaceful, healing, and minor injury powerplay allowed

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[Paleface.]

〔★〕Paleface had just gotten in from a patrol, set his catches down on the fresh-kill pile when the new apprentice stomped in, whining about one thing or the other. He felt a little bad for him, so he snatched a bird up from the middle of the stack and trotted over. "If you have to go slow it's not a big deal. Everyone goes at different paces and you're lucky your mentor cares that much." He told him, glaring down at the ungrateful kit.

He dropped the bird in front of Grasspaw and nodded at it. "Eat it and I'll ask your mentor if you can come out on the next hunting patrol."

a dragon without its rider is a tragedy ( a rider without its dragon is dead ) //

• ooc.
  
• PALEFACE —— warrior (moorrunner) of windclan . npc x npc . littermate to 2 others ★ penned by helly
  ★ cis male / he/him / 16 moons & ages every 1st
  ★ single / bisexual & monoflexible / open to romance
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat notes here / battle notes
  
  ★ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ★ biography — msg on discord for plots (hellycinth) — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired black tabby/chocolate tabby chimera with low white and blue eyes no scarring.

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[dimmingsun]

"Your lungs won't be what hold you back from warriorhood, trust me."

Dimmingsun is all too familiar with the frustration Grasspaw feels. Wolfsong could definitely vouch for him, and not in the good way — he had been a restless patient, one that found it impossible to sit idle and let the recovery process take full control. Today, he could run without feeling the burning need to suck in more and more hungry breaths, but there is certainly a threshold that had not been there before WindClan fought with fire.

There is sympathy in the singular eye that he fixes Grasspaw with. He imagines it is even more difficult as an apprentice; too many cats to compare yourself to, too many strengths to look at when you only feel flaws on yourself.

Paleface makes a peace offering in more ways than one. Dimmingsun ought to contribute. "I'm all too familiar with those wheezes. I wouldn't mind helpin' you out with keeping them at bay, if you're interested."
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[ROWANPAW]

〔✦〕Lucky for Grasspaw, he had clanmates who cared about him and wanted to see him succeed at his own pace. Rowanpaw had only heard stories of the old Moor Queen and how harsh life was under her rule; iron-fisted, bloodthirsty, she forced three moon-old kits to fight her battles. Thankfully, Sunstar was a far different leader than Sootstar ( and thankfully he had won the war ). Grasspaw would not be humiliated and talked down to for his physical condition... or at least they hoped not. Their father had quite a sharp tongue and often talked about his clanmates behind their backs, but that was not how Rowanpaw went about life. Their clanmates stopped them from going with Snakehiss and pledged to care for them in his absence. As far as the chimera was concerned... WindClan had their complete loyalty.

"There are warriors who are blind. Some cannot be touched by the sun. Sunstar himself lacks a foreleg." Rowanpaw chimes in with their own input with the hopes of easing Grasspaw's concerns. Their voice remains mostly monotonous as it usually is, though a hint of sympathy unknowingly seeps into their words. "You should not measure your worth based upon something that you cannot control." Cats often did not wish to be born with the conditions they inherited ( or gained ), but they were often met with unexpected events. A great warrior overcomes their adversities and proves that they cannot stand in their path, much like how Sunstar has grown accustomed to using only three limbs. He was still as noble and courageous as ever.

The split-toned apprentice blinks, thinking for a moment before meowing, "As long as you awaken every day with a fierce loyalty and a desire to contribute, then you will make a fine warrior." And that was the undeniable truth.

let me walk to the top ( of the big night sky ) //

• ooc.
  
• ROWANPAW — tunneler apprentice of windclan , mentored by swiftshade ✦ penned by beatles
  ✦ afab demigirl / they/she pronouns / 8 moons & ages every 17th
  ✦ single / graysexual & monogamous
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  — easy combat difficulty / may start fights, won't kill
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are ic
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
• 
  
  

  a shorthaired black/tortoiseshell chimera with heterochromia. a lithe, slightly muscular cat with a smaller-than-average build. a direct line splits their face, as if mirroring an inner battle of identity and belonging. a serious expression usually graces their face, and their amber and blue gaze is always sharpened.

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[✧ Marmotbite.]

MY BODY'S COVERED IN TEETH MARKS
YOUR BITES WORSE THAN YOUR BARK​

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marmotbite & 20 moons & demigirl & she/they/it & windclan tunneler ​

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Marmotbite is certainly not the most comforting molly - stars, most days she can barely keep herself from fraying at the edges, let alone spare the energy to fuss over some apprentice or another. The wheezy-one complains about having to pause, and the others a quick to offer rassurances, but Marmotbite instead takes a moment to think about it. " If tha's true, ya may as well just curl up 'n die right'ere. Hunting - fighting. Digging. That's whats gonna make you a warrior - not how fast ya do it, or even how good you are at it, " Windclan didn't only have the best of the best, picture perfect warriors - if that was true, far more cats would've been chased out by now. Herself included, truth be told, broken thing she'd been when she'd been found by windclan .

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