- Jun 14, 2024
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"Buzzardpaw" she peers over at her littermate, haven risen from her own nest to shuffle next to his. Not truly caring if she stumbled over someone else in the process. "Are you awake?" They wouldn't be, not when she speaks to them. Truthfully they both knew better than that, but she asked out of habit from nights in the nursery. It doesn't stop her from lightly nudging it with her paw, there is a pause before she continues. "Did you want to go look at the stars?" Buzzardpaw liked them, to an extent that baffled her but she in this moment for once craved doing something that her littermate would actually enjoy.
She doesn't truly give Buzzardpaw an option because when does she ever? There's another pause, hesitation masquerading as thinking time. Then she lifts her head and makes a more careful attempt to skirt around the edges of the apprentices den. The air isn't so bitter tonight, a newleaf blessing she supposes, nor is the sky covered in clouds. That has been rare with the recent amount of showers they have had to endure, though when does ShadowClan not endure it? She waits for Buzzardpaw's approach before leading her outside of camp, resting not too far from it. Enough to be out of the warriors eyes is enough for her, the grass is cool when she flops against it.
"Do you still like the stars?" She asks finally, glancing to where her sister resides. They hadn't grown apart per say, she is still the first face Puddlepaw insists on seeing in the mornings and the last face in the evenings. That is superficial though, they lacked the depth they used to have. At least in her eyes, it churns her stomach uncomfortably and she seeks to put that to an end. A small breath escapes her as she blinks up at the twinkling lights. A small audible gurgle from her unsatisfied stomach can barely be heard, an ear flicks but she chooses to ignore it.
@BUZZARDPAW.
She doesn't truly give Buzzardpaw an option because when does she ever? There's another pause, hesitation masquerading as thinking time. Then she lifts her head and makes a more careful attempt to skirt around the edges of the apprentices den. The air isn't so bitter tonight, a newleaf blessing she supposes, nor is the sky covered in clouds. That has been rare with the recent amount of showers they have had to endure, though when does ShadowClan not endure it? She waits for Buzzardpaw's approach before leading her outside of camp, resting not too far from it. Enough to be out of the warriors eyes is enough for her, the grass is cool when she flops against it.
"Do you still like the stars?" She asks finally, glancing to where her sister resides. They hadn't grown apart per say, she is still the first face Puddlepaw insists on seeing in the mornings and the last face in the evenings. That is superficial though, they lacked the depth they used to have. At least in her eyes, it churns her stomach uncomfortably and she seeks to put that to an end. A small breath escapes her as she blinks up at the twinkling lights. A small audible gurgle from her unsatisfied stomach can barely be heard, an ear flicks but she chooses to ignore it.
@BUZZARDPAW.
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The song is loud and beautiful and I am so very afraid
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PUDDLEPAWㅤBIOGRAPHYㅤ/ㅤTOYHOU.SE
: ̗̀➛ㅤfemale (she / her)ㅤ/ㅤunknown sexuality
: ̗̀➛ㅤ09 moons oldㅤ/ㅤages realistically, every 8th of the month
: ̗̀➛ㅤapprentice of ShadowClan for 03 moons
: ̗̀➛ㅤSister of Buzzardpawㅤ/ㅤApprentice of Wormwatcher
: ̗̀➛ㅤpenned by Juiceㅤ/ㅤmessage Ouijeejuice on discord for plots!
A slick rosette fawn tabby / rosette black tabby chimera. Quiet and calculating, struggles being able to describe or identify her own or others emotions. All opinions are IC as she can be quite harsh in her judgements.
