private FALL OF MAPLES ( CHERRYPAW ) ༊

[APPLEJAW]

For the second moon in a row, WindClan does not show their faces. Beyond Fourtrees, their border sits where it always has. Fresh, of course. She does not think there is anything Sootstar would sooner do than allow any chance to perceive WindClan's weakness. She would fill every gap, patch every wound— quickly; clumsily, but patch it, she always did. Applepaw finds herself pondering the fates of WindClan's traitors— of Sunstride. Part of her had wondered if she would find her former mentor standing in his place tonight. Of course, Sootstar does not allow her to even glimpse an answer.

Applepaw has kept to herself at gatherings, so far. She sees little reason to mingle with cats of other clans, but perhaps this one would've spelt an exception for her. It didn't have to be him... Any WindClanner could give her more of an answer than she already had. Something was better than nothing...

Her gaze lingers across WindClan's border, and does not move. The shuddering between those oaks is only the leaf - bare winds, taunting her with the promise of understanding... How far would she have to walk past them, before she spotted a WindClanner streaking along along the moor, or one of their strange, tiny cats poking their heads from the ground. ...Or would they all be resting within their dens now, not keen to the same hours that Shadowclan was?

Her paws press temptingly to the sloped ground that makes up Fourtrees' hollow, but they do not press forward. She waits, for a sign to come or to go, but her mind fails to provide such an answer on it's own.

( one track mind, one track heart ) ༊ ( if i fail i'll fall apart )

• OOC: @Cherrypaw >:)
  

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• ( CAUSE I FEEL LIKE I'M THE WORST, SO I ALWAYS ACT LIKE I'M THE BEST ) APPLEPAW. apprentice of shadowclan. eldest sister to swanpaw, ashenpaw, and garlicpaw. ( + thornpaw, halfpaw & laurelpaw )
  —— she / her; confused by the use of others.
  —— currently 9 moons old as of 12.20.23. ages every 17th.
  
  longhaired blue torbie with a white chest, paws, and underbelly. A young cat you would describe as " bossy, " Applepaw is quick to take charge of any situation she sees herself as the probable head of. Naturally talented, and for the most part, a rule - follower. She thinks herself better than the majority of her peers. Not ignorant enough to think herself above a warrior, but seeks to gain that status as quickly as possible. Intensely self - motivated to be the best in a mixture of blind, childish desire, and wanting to fix what has been broken. Intensely closed off to close emotional connection and outwardly cold to most.

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[Cherryblossom]

Cherrypaw's mind seems to be at the mercy of the winds as well. The flame she'd nurtured through the journey is a shade of its former blaze. At times it splutters back to life with certain kindling, the errant musk of dog along the Twolegplace border, the sudden flip of a broad leaf like the beat of a butterfly's wing. At other times it is nothing more than a thin streak of ash, the little death gone unnoticed beneath the dazzle of newness. The girl parades through Fourtrees as though she isn't stung when she notices it is, once again, gone.

She finds herself on the outskirts for all her striding, hovering upon the western edge of the clearing as if by design. There's another tortoiseshell here too. Yellow eyes flit over the feline's broad back, pale as the moon on its brightest days and cratered with tabby stripes. The scent of foreign flowers drifts amid the scent she knows to be ShadowClan's. Curiously, her face is turned away from the Gathering—and the moon, so that the SkyClanner discerns nothing about her features other than that they point towards where they know WindClan must lie.

Intrigue (and boredom) get the best of her. "What'cha doing?" Her tone is as it always is with strangers: clear judgement blunted with friendliness, said smilingly. She tilts towards the other, peering up into the shadows tangling in her face. "You know, Gatherings are for talking to cats who are actually here."​

 

[APPLEJAW]

Maybe she should've expected it, at a place that solely revolved around cats sticking their noses into other's business. She's drawn from her thoughts by a not - unpleasant voice, though the thinly - veiled judgement held within it grates on her like nothing else. Applepaw's head would swivel to meet the gaze that questions her. SkyClan, her nose tells her at once. Pine and sap wafting past her nose. Their thick tortoiseshell coat is carefully groomed as Applepaw would expect a kittypet to be. She isn't shy in angling a cold gaze her way. What'cha doing? Had that been all — like the pointless questionings of a kit — Applepaw would've simply ignored them, figuring that eventually, they would catch a hint.

But the SkyClanner persists, leering foward with a smile Applepaw does not quite find friendly. " You're out late for a kittypet, " Applepaw sniffs. The surrounding shadows shield them just - so from the moons overprotective gaze. " I don't find anyone here worth talking to, " her gaze narrows upon her, saying loudly with her face, including you.

Who knows what compels her to keep talking. Maybe it was caring much less about what some kittypet thought of her, then she did her clanmates. Her tail gives a single lash. A hint of guilt that threatens her then — was it embarrassment at being caught in the act? Caught in the act of nothing, because despite it all, she knew she would not cross this border. Despite that , her paws do not move. She shifts just a bit forward, even, curious as to what the other girl would even do. " WindClan has evaded us for two gatherings now. Three, depending on who you ask. " She couldn't admit that her gripes with them were more personal, but surely, even SkyClan could relate to this, at least. " They must be up to something. "

( one track mind, one track heart ) ༊ ( if i fail i'll fall apart )

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• ( CAUSE I FEEL LIKE I'M THE WORST, SO I ALWAYS ACT LIKE I'M THE BEST ) APPLEPAW. apprentice of shadowclan. eldest sister to swanpaw, ashenpaw, and garlicpaw. ( + thornpaw, halfpaw & laurelpaw )
  —— she / her; confused by the use of others.
  —— currently 10 moons old as of 2.4.24. ages every 17th.
  
  longhaired blue torbie with a white chest, paws, and underbelly. A young cat you would describe as " bossy, " Applepaw is quick to take charge of any situation she sees herself as the probable head of. Naturally talented, and for the most part, a rule - follower. She thinks herself better than the majority of her peers. Not ignorant enough to think herself above a warrior, but seeks to gain that status as quickly as possible. Intensely self - motivated to be the best in a mixture of blind, childish desire, and wanting to fix what has been broken. Intensely closed off to close emotional connection and outwardly cold to most.

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