private DOWN TO MY CORE &. thrash

[ORANGEPAW.]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- he's supposed to be healing. he knows, he knows. but he can't get rude if that nagging feeling within him. he doesn't know where it stems from or why it just won't leave him alone, but he is deciding to push it away. he waits until gentlestorm is sleep or preoccupied to slip out of the den. he's not leaving camp, not at all, but he's hungry and he doesn't really wish to wait for someone or ask for help. everyone's busy. they can't always be attending to the needs of orangepaw, when orangepaw can do it himself. he can. he's capable. he looks over the pile, twitching his ears before grabbing a starling bird from the mix, and limping back towards the medicine cat den. his gaze moves over to the nursery and his brows begin to furrow. was... that thrash? his tail twitched and he makes the decision not to eat all of this alone. he's not sure he'd even be able to, and besides, he hasn't talked to thrash much. he wonders if she's okay? he will bring them this piece of prey, and maybe that will help.

"hi, thrash. i'm orangepaw. i know you haven't seen me much but hi! i have brought you some prey. you wanna share with me? my mom says it good to share."

he sets the prey down, and is very careful in how he lowers himself to the ground. his body hurts. but he's sure he will be just fine. he's not far from gentlestorm, and he's being very careful.

// @THRASH

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── NO USE LOOKING OUT ⋅❁⋅ ITS WITHIN THAT BRINGS THAT LONELY FEELING ──┐‎

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  ORANGEPAW ✩ he/they, apprentice of thunderclan, 9 moons.
  ⭃ rather large polydactyl orange tabby with white markings, green eyes, and a broken left hind leg
  ⭃ npc x npc // no known family. mother is deceased
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ not necessarily great in battle. semi easy to attack due to lack of expereince alone.
  ⭃ penned by scar ↛ @salemdraws on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[THRASHPAW]

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Sitting in front of the gorse tunnel has been more trouble than not lately, with two interactions in front of it resulting in a lunge of tiny teeth. He can still taste bile when he thinks about Antlerpoison, so ultimately they try not to. She hopes that lingering to the side of the nursery will leave them unbothered. Especially since it was getting later, others were busy on those… patrols? He is pretty sure that’s the word. And the more boisterous kits are off playing with ohers, which leaves him sitting by himself, trying to catch a glimpse of that tunnel from where he is. It is difficult, other plants obstruct his vision much to his irritation.

A stranger approaches him, pelt adorned in vibrant oranges. He kind of looks like a sunset, the white ruins it though. A cloudy sunset. They still bristle and hiss at his approach, while her older siblings scared them for the most part the concepts of strangers upset him more. He brushes up against the outer wall of the nursery, scowling at the apprentice. He knew enough about Orangepaw, any time he had seen him the tom always had some semblance of a smile. Despite the initial hiss he doesn’t try to show any more outer aggression, the other times he’s attacked it was due to surprise. They could see Orangepaw coming, so it could accept him being here.

Sharing was another one of those weird concepts to him, Doecry and Tansyshine have mentioned how it’s good to share. The concept of good was appealing and Yippingkit said that they should try to build trust in the clan. So after careful consideration they nod “sure…” There's no enthusiasm in it’s words but he doesn’t seem displeased over it. Orangepaw mentions his mum and her muzzle scrunches. “Isn’t she dead?” He is blunt in delivery, it confuses him. It had been something that he’s heard around camp, when clan mates decide that a quiet kit isn’t going to repeat. While he didn’t really know Orangepaw she had heard his name once or twice, in the same conversations a dead mum is mentioned so he just assumes that’s his.

Staying close by the wall he lapses into silence, noticing that present tense is used. “Does she talk to you still?” It’s the closest to kit-like curiosity that Thrashkit can muster. The glare of his gaze burning in intensity with the hunger for knowledge, he can’t help but think of Baying Hound. Still unsure if she can be called mum but that's what she is to him regardless.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎I was born hungry ☆ What do I need‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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• THRASHKIT
  any pronouns, 4 moons
  ☆ A black smoke with abnormally bright amber eyes and a habit of crouching while they walk.
  ☆ Bayinghound x Duke | Littermates with Howlkit & Yippingkit
  ☆ Due to her circumstances surrounding it's life she will be confrontational in the majority of their interactions { will start fights | will not end fights | will not run away and might be merciful }
  ☆ "speech" | thoughts | attacking
  ☆ All opinions are IC only!

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[ORANGEPAW.]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- orangepaw has to admit that he is a little caught off guard by the sudden bluntness from the kitten about the current status of his mom. his ears twitch as he gently licks his arm nervously before he blinks at thrashkit, nodding his head, even if in his heart he doesn't believe it. he just can't. how could he, when he's got no proof? his brain may have said one thing, but his heart said another.

"that's... what others tell me. i think fallowbite said that. but uhm.. I don't know. she always said she would come back so i have to believe that she wouldn't just leave me."

he insists before he just shakes his head. he makes sure he doesn't look sad or overly emotional before he just hums.

"no, not unless its in my dreams. wherever she is right now she's struggling to find me. see, I promised her I would stay in that hollowed out log for her. and then i... had to come here. I haven't checked in a while because I got hurt but as soon as im all better im.gonna go again. I'm sure she's just waiting for me to find her."

call it whatever you wanted, he just could not let the idea of his mom being dead get to him. he misses her so much that it feels like.a festering rot in his bones that will.kill him eventually. but for now, he can work with his naivety that he'll find her.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IN A RAGING BLACK OCEAN ⋅❁⋅ LOW IN THE WATER, AND NOWHERE TO GO ──┐‎

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  ORANGEPAW ✩ he/they, apprentice of thunderclan, 10 moons.
  ⭃ rather large polydactyl orange tabby with white markings, green eyes, a broken left hind leg, and scars on his face and right side
  ⭃ npc x npc // no known family. mother is deceased
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ not necessarily great in battle. semi easy to attack due to lack of expereince alone.
  ⭃ penned by scar ↛ @salemdraws on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[THRASHPAW]

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He's passive in his staring, trying to decipher something as abstract as this topic. He wonders what it must be like to have a mother who cared like that, one that would come back. That wasn't fair of her to think though, was it? Baying Hound cared, she must have in her own way or they'd be dead long before now. A simple fact but one that he clings to. There's something sympathetic in the look she gives him, a place of understanding as his own has died. Not that he was willing to say that out loud, it would invoke her in some way, of that he's certain.

She decides to shuffle closer, assuming that it is relatively safe to do so. One look at Orangepaw can dictate that he's not that much of a threat even if he's much bigger right now. "In your dreams?" It finds itself asking with curiosity, something rather foreign to the kitten. He looks down at the prey, lifeless and even in death only being on a timer before it reaches the next stages of death, does she look like that now? "so she's lost."

There's a realization, what if Baying Hound is also lost? It's littermates and itself had hidden in the shrubbery only to be taken to ThunderClan, if she lived then she wouldn't know where they are? Or if she's dead for good then... Maybe her ghost is also lost? "Can you... look for mine too?" It for once doesn't speak in demands, this time it's a wish. Hoping to connect the voice she sometimes heard in quiet nights of the nursery with the sight of an alive and well Baying Hound.

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• THRASHKIT
  any pronouns, 4 moons
  ☆ A black smoke with abnormally bright amber eyes and a habit of crouching while they walk.
  ☆ Bayinghound x Duke | Littermates with Howlkit & Yippingkit
  ☆ Due to her circumstances surrounding it's life she will be confrontational in the majority of their interactions { will start fights | will not end fights | will not run away and might be merciful }
  ☆ "speech" | thoughts | attacking
  ☆ All opinions are IC only!

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