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"...and then I pounced, just like you showed me! I think you're supposed to bite it faster than I did, because it bit my paw hard," Fluffypaw, breathless, lifts her paw for her friend's inspection, showing him the swollen side of it, "— but then I killed it! I brought it right to Mama, since she's got new kits to nurse." Her smile is radiant; her words spill in a rush, too-quick, in between puffs of white mist.
It's cold out; frigid, in fact. Neither of them are probably supposed to be outside of camp this late without a warrior. Normally, she'd never entertain the idea, especially after what had happened to Dawnglare and Mallowlark, but her victory today has given her a new sense of courage. She walks next to Candorpaw with light, exhilirated steps; there is still a smudge of blood on her pale cheek from the vole she'd carried home, still a fire stoked in her emerald eyes.
Besides, something whispers somewhere inside of her head, if something happens, you'll have Candorpaw to protect you. She shrugs the thought away. It isn't a very kind one, and besides... besides, they aren't that far from camp, and she's nearly a warrior, too.
Fluffypaw tilts her head up at Candorpaw. There are no tears, today; her eyes are glossy with the moon, not with melancholy. "Maybe now you can show me how to fight, too," she mews. "Maybe... maybe I can really do this! What do you think?"
She pauses; they've padded the well-worn forest path, have come to stand just at the base of a respectably-tall pine. Fluffypaw's breath billows in front of her for a moment before she turns to Candorpaw. "Wanna climb up there? Maybe we can look at the whole forest! Think ThunderClan's frosty, too?" Normally, climbing terrifies her, and she hadn't gotten very far when she'd tried it with Greeneyes, but... she had caught her first prey today!
Things are possible, she thinks as she sinks her claws into the bark. There is minute hesitation before she begins to scrabble up the trunk; she doesn't go far, though, only to the thickest, lowest-hanging branch. Fluffypaw leans over the edge, flicking her tail invitingly as her flanks heave. "C'... c'mon! It looks so pretty up here! The moon is so... big!"
It's cold out; frigid, in fact. Neither of them are probably supposed to be outside of camp this late without a warrior. Normally, she'd never entertain the idea, especially after what had happened to Dawnglare and Mallowlark, but her victory today has given her a new sense of courage. She walks next to Candorpaw with light, exhilirated steps; there is still a smudge of blood on her pale cheek from the vole she'd carried home, still a fire stoked in her emerald eyes.
Besides, something whispers somewhere inside of her head, if something happens, you'll have Candorpaw to protect you. She shrugs the thought away. It isn't a very kind one, and besides... besides, they aren't that far from camp, and she's nearly a warrior, too.
Fluffypaw tilts her head up at Candorpaw. There are no tears, today; her eyes are glossy with the moon, not with melancholy. "Maybe now you can show me how to fight, too," she mews. "Maybe... maybe I can really do this! What do you think?"
She pauses; they've padded the well-worn forest path, have come to stand just at the base of a respectably-tall pine. Fluffypaw's breath billows in front of her for a moment before she turns to Candorpaw. "Wanna climb up there? Maybe we can look at the whole forest! Think ThunderClan's frosty, too?" Normally, climbing terrifies her, and she hadn't gotten very far when she'd tried it with Greeneyes, but... she had caught her first prey today!
Things are possible, she thinks as she sinks her claws into the bark. There is minute hesitation before she begins to scrabble up the trunk; she doesn't go far, though, only to the thickest, lowest-hanging branch. Fluffypaw leans over the edge, flicking her tail invitingly as her flanks heave. "C'... c'mon! It looks so pretty up here! The moon is so... big!"
- ooc: @CANDORPAW
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Fluffykit. Fluffypaw, she/her w/ feminine terms.
— "speech", thoughts, attack
— 12 moons old, ages realistically on the 8th.
— mentored by Greeneyes ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
— skyclan apprentice. butterflytuft xdandelionwish, gen 3.
— penned by Marquette.
lh chocolate tortie/cream chimera with jade eyes. frightened, clingy, anxious, gentle.
