no angst DARLING OF THE DISKOTEQUE ⛧ FLOWER PATCH

[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　The world outside of camp is terrifying, Vulturepaw knows that very well. His stint in DuskClan was more than enough to convince him, his mentor's stern words only the nail in the coffin. He's always been the type to hide rather than to run off on some ill-advised adventure.

And yet - the safety of camp is beginning to wear thin as well.

It is not hard to notice the way that the apprentice flinches when Sunstar gets too close, nor the wary glares set upon clanmates. They're on edge, even moreso than usual.

And someone had noticed.

Vulturepaw skitters after Milkthorn on hesitant paws. The warrior has lionized himself to the frightful apprentice, his passionate defense of Thriftfeather a beacon among the cloying terror of camp. When he offered to accompany them on a jaunt outside of the camp's walls, it almost felt relieving. Even if it is only trading one fear for another, he feels comfort in the presence of the warrior. He promised them that he had something to show, and they allow themself a touch of excitement at the notion.

Two sets of paws come to a stop at the edge of a sprawling flower-field, bright and resplendent with the dappled glimmer of mid-morning dewdrops.

"Woah..." breathes the young tom softly. Their eyes widen, creeping forward to brush a small paw against one of the petals. He's never seen so many. They whisper in the gentle pull of the wind, a sussorous symphony of windswept petals. Awestruck eyes turn to Milkthorn. "D-d... Did you know this was out here?" When Vulturepaw thinks of the beyond, its of barren and thorn-choked shrublands. He thinks of cracked earth and snapping teeth. To think that all along, something so beautiful hiding out here in the hills... They can't help but smile at the sight.

THERE ARE FLOWERS GROWING ALL AROUND ⛧ A MASSIVE ANIMAL INSIDE OF ME‎

• please wait for @milkthorn. <3
  

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  "SPEECH"
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  VULTUREPAW ⛧ he / they, apprentice of windclan, seven moons.
  ⭃ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ⭃ skittish and dour, with a superstitious sort of pessimism.
  ⭃ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze. sibling to dustpaw and bilberrypaw.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[milkthorn.]

Vulturepaw had gained Milkthorns interest in the recent days of Windclan. A skittish apprentice, his form jumping as if someone was going to hell or swat at him. It was something milkthorn had grown used to as a troublesome child, nicks in his ears a proud display on top of his head from swats from his deceased mentor. Proud, only that he had changed and become as he said someone he may have believed to be formidable. Hell, he has an apprentice now- that meant something right?

"Come with me," he said to the apprentice, the scarred warrior lowering himself down a little bit as he spoke to Vulturepaw, a smile on his scarred maw. Not much room for denial, or anything else either. The warrior would turn his scruffy form, and note with swiveling ears that Vulturepaw was indeed following him. "I think you'll enjoy this area," he said outside of the confines of the camp walls, smiling softly at the dark apprentice behind him. His tone was promising, and blue eyes faced back forward.

It wasn't a long walk across the moor before they were there, his haunches moving to sit down as he watched the awe in Vulturepaws fiery gaze. "Of course, it's one of my favorite places in windclan- the smells, colours- it's relaxing." He murmured softly to the young apprentice, his head lifting in the smells of the flora. If you smelled past the flower scent, you could even smell the mice and rabbits that had burrows out here. "A lot of rabbits out here as well during Greenleaf."

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[deerpaw]

The flower patch is an oasis of calm, an entire separate world from the business of camp. With no eyes on him to judge him, Deerpaw's tightly-wound body relaxes, and he can feel the ache in his perpetually bunched shoulders as the muscles loosen. He slides down into a comfortable loaf, his paws tucked beneath him as his eyes slip shut. The isolation and the smell of flowers is soothing, a balm to his raw soul. But today, it doesn't last long.

At first, he's nervous at the sound of voices, turning with enormous copper eyes to see who approaches, but his anxiety lessens somewhat as he recognizes Milkthorn and Vulturepaw. The other apprentice, in particular, draws his gaze, his skittishness a mirror of Deerpaw's. The tabby hopes he can find some respite here as well. "Hello," he murmurs, blinking up at the pair.
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[ JUST LOOKING FOR A PROTECTOR, GOD NEVER REACHED OUT IN TIME -- ]​