Antlerkit- who had formerly been playing a made up game involving a stick and dirt but quickly grew bored of it- wandered over. "What are you up to?" they asked Pinepaw.
Fogpaw blinks and shuffles nearby the other apprentices with his ghostlike silence, secretly eager to be out and about after the oppressive winter despite his weak paw.
ooc: local apprentice has a panic attack in >20 words...
FROGPAW. APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN. EIGHT MONTHS OLD
—— npc x npc, has several npc siblings. mentored by snakeblink.
—— loyal to riverclan, but somewhat uncertain of his place there.
—— unknown sexuality. single, not actively looking or interested.
a lanky, slender black smoke with low white and soft blue eyes. his ears are gently curled, and each paw has at least one extra toe, making them seem broader and larger than a typical cat's.
"I don’t think anybody wants to jump into the gorge," Clayfur comments with a chuckle, trotting his way over to join his clanmates—deciding that whatever they decide to do, he’ll join in.
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