Dear Maria count me in - RTA

[owlpaw.]

Once upon a time, a playful ball of energy that gnawed on ankles and chewed on tails, he now bore steps of an apprentice- chocolate silver fur falling into shaggy lengths as he raised himself from his nest, and pushed out into the bright day. A light breeze was in the air, the sun not seeming as hot on his fur. Bi coloured eyes squinted into pupils at the brightness, flicking left, then roght- before pressing onward.

Teeth stuck over lips as the larger apprentice groggily moved forward through the camp. And unfortunately one thing that stuck with him was that he was never one to understand personal space, deciding ultimately to collapse upon a random clanmate. Was it to annoy them? Quite possibly, he did it often and would shrug off those that were annoyed and had no sense of fun or adventure.

"You going on patrol? I wanna come. I wanna take a morning walk, but I know I have duties to attend to," he murmured, giggling at the word duty as if he was a mere kit still.

//Open to anyone to have either watched him fall on someone, or fallen on someone- don't claw his eyes out pls //

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[Rockpaw]

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ "Oof Owlpaw, you're heavy," Rockpaw squeaks, his tail and head rising from where he was lying in the sun. But doesn't move his torso so that the younger apprentice doesn't bang their head on the ground and injure themselves. Absentmindedly, he rolls his shoulders to adjust to the added weight.

The dark apprentice snorts at how Owlpaw says of the word 'duties,' but doesn't comment on it. Instead, he muses on his schedule for the day but can't recall his mentor talking about any patrolling. "Umm, I think there's a patrol heading out soon, but I think I've got combat training today."

"You must be awfully bored." Rockpaw chuckles; it's no secret that the other apprentice enjoys causing trouble, and he's curious about what sort of mischief he sending the next patrols way.

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  Rockpaw— He/Him ･ 9 moons ･ Riverclan apprentice･

  ☀︎ A black striped Tom with a yellow chest and underbelly.
  ☀︎ Tags​

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[SUNPAW.]

Sunpaw's introduction to this conversation, which she really wasn't even a part of, is an almost snort through her nose as she tries not to laugh. Well, she would play it off as trying not to laugh, but really she is. "If you're bored, why don't you, I don't know, do the duties you're supposed to do, Owlpaw? Are you trying to be lazy or something?"

It's just an observation, one she makes as she sits herself down next to the two other apprentices, a polite tail's-distance away in case Owlpaw somehow decides to make himself her problem. "You're fine with someone falling on you like that, Rockpaw?" but she notes the potential patrol leaving with a flick of her ears. That'd be fun, if she managed to tag herself along with the older cats.

There's a begrudging pause as she considers it before she clears her throat. "Well, if you do end up on patrol, let me know. Someone has to make sure you won't annoy the warriors being lazy and get us more chores to do."
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[owlpaw.]

"It's my muscles forming!" He squeaked, in a giggle. He rolled over into his back, shifting as if using rockpaw as a pillow, a paw draped over his form. "Maybe I can join you? I can ask buckstrike, he said something about wanting to sharpen up my defensive skills."

Buckstrike was a stern mentor, but he also encouraged Owlpaw, and that was something that the apprentice needed. He wasn't sure where the chocolate tom was though, he'd look momentarily. He was enjoying the warmth hitting his pelt.

Mischievous, trouble maker, whatever words they put on him- he would shrug it off. But lazy, lazy he was not. His form moved quickly to stand up, bi coloured eyes lowering at sunpaw, before sticking his tongue out. "Not lazy! I was saying I was looking for something to do!" He argues, shaking his scruffy pelt. "Also, I got you to say duties," he laughed, teasing.

He looked at Sunpaw kind of like a sister, well, most that were argumentative with him. Duckpaw was his actual sister. Adopted- whatever, to him, he was much nicer to her. But he didn't actually mind Sunpaw.

"I wouldn't get us more chores! Even if I did get chores, I'd do them. I'm not lazy! The shells were different!" He found himself arguing again. They were different. They reminded him of his mom, and he still held the pieces of the broken shell in a small bag of leaves. But he had more. Just nothing that was that one. Nothing could replace that one. When the last thing given to him by his dead mother was a shell, of course the boy would find himself infatuated by them.

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