- Mar 14, 2024
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Was he sad? What, sad that he was leaving his mother behind, to be able to move into a nest where he belonged at his age? No. Not really, anyways. If he was lying to himself about that, that was for him to know and nobody else. Nobody. If it got out and stupid Mottledpaw heard it, he might just die on the spot. A hot breath left him as he retrieved his moss, his small trinkets (which was mostly the bundle of twigs and dying flowers from his sibling,) and tugged them into the apprentices den.
"'Scuse me." He grumbled through the wrapped bundle in his teeth, ducking past another apprentice who was lounging near the mouth of the den. Stepping into the den, eyes quickly adjusting, his nose wrinkled. It didn't smell like milk and moss in here but... moss, and sweat, and non-herbal flowers and feathers. He supposed it wasn't a bad scent just... different. That was going to take getting used to. The second thing he noticed was the structure of the den. Ferns arced over his head from where he had slipped past a tree stump, surrounded by roots and dirt.
A soft breath left him. "Well? Guess it's home." Beetlepaw said to mostly no one- maybe his siblings, if they were near him while he moved his nest over. He stepped towards the side of the den, where the nest scented stale and empty. He settled his nest down, and once it was situated (an odd feeling, making a nest where Roeflame had made it so comfortable every time,) all but fell into it.
"'Scuse me." He grumbled through the wrapped bundle in his teeth, ducking past another apprentice who was lounging near the mouth of the den. Stepping into the den, eyes quickly adjusting, his nose wrinkled. It didn't smell like milk and moss in here but... moss, and sweat, and non-herbal flowers and feathers. He supposed it wasn't a bad scent just... different. That was going to take getting used to. The second thing he noticed was the structure of the den. Ferns arced over his head from where he had slipped past a tree stump, surrounded by roots and dirt.
A soft breath left him. "Well? Guess it's home." Beetlepaw said to mostly no one- maybe his siblings, if they were near him while he moved his nest over. He stepped towards the side of the den, where the nest scented stale and empty. He settled his nest down, and once it was situated (an odd feeling, making a nest where Roeflame had made it so comfortable every time,) all but fell into it.
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BEETLEPAW he/him, apprentice of thunderclan, six moons.
⭃ LH black smoke with bright green eyes. growing into a very broad and built tom-cat, mirroring his father's build. of average height, with a shit-eating grin more often then not.
⭃ being mentored by burnstorm / / mentoring no one
⭃ no romantic interests / / BURNSTORM X ROEFLAME - sibling to dovepaw and littlepaw, adoptive sibling to hopepaw and coalpaw
⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.