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〔✦〕Chirp. Chirp. Chirrpppp! A yawn escaped her jaws as the quiet chirping and cries of the birds filled her ears. Another morning had fallen over Thunderclan's camp, leaving Dustchirp with the responsibilities of waking up (slowly) and performing her daily duties as a warrior. A quick lick or two over her sleep tangled fur and she could be spotted emerging from the warrior's den, stretching out her body with claws extended as another yawn escapes her jaws. Yeah.... that's the right spot....purrrfect.... A groggy, quiet thought enters her mind as she stretches, sighing contentedly as the tension subsides before she continues to walk towards the fresh-kill pile. Sniffing through the pile, she would then select a nice sized squirrel before taking it to the elder's den. Without an apprentice of her own, she saw no reason why she couldn't help to ensure the elders were fed before she ate herself.
Again she'd return to the fresh-kill pile, this time searching for a small bird that would be enough to feed herself, briefly glancing over her shoulder as she pawed through the pile. Once she found the piece of prey she'd been hunting for, she picked it up, the bird hanging delicately from her jaws as she began to pad over to a clanmate she'd spotted over her shoulder. "Morning!" She greets the cat around a mouthful of the bird, her tail raised in friendly greeting. "'an I 'it wif ya'?" Can I sit with you. It had come out rather rumbled and nearly inaudible, and embarrassment immediately rushed through her veins. With any hope, the cat would understand what she meant and allow her to sit with them.
Again she'd return to the fresh-kill pile, this time searching for a small bird that would be enough to feed herself, briefly glancing over her shoulder as she pawed through the pile. Once she found the piece of prey she'd been hunting for, she picked it up, the bird hanging delicately from her jaws as she began to pad over to a clanmate she'd spotted over her shoulder. "Morning!" She greets the cat around a mouthful of the bird, her tail raised in friendly greeting. "'an I 'it wif ya'?" Can I sit with you. It had come out rather rumbled and nearly inaudible, and embarrassment immediately rushed through her veins. With any hope, the cat would understand what she meant and allow her to sit with them.
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DUSTCHIRP —— thunderclan warrior , mentoring none . npc x npc . littermate to unknown ✦ penned by halimede
✦ cisgender female / she + her / 24 moons & ages every 2nd
✦ single / heterosexual & mono / open to romance
✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
—— will attempt to distract & take advantage of her opponents / weaker combat skills but can still fight off an evenly matched opponent / won't start fights , will flee , will show mercy
✦ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
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a longhaired black tabby with low white and amber eyes. dustchirp has long, dusty brown fur and amber eyes. on her chest, back, and front left paw she has white splotches of fur. typically, her long fur is kept well groomed and in shiny condition. currently, dustchirp has no noticeable scars or major injuries.