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[Nettlepaw-]

NETTLEPAW ♂
RIVERCLAN
APPRENTICE
TEN MOONS
BLIND IN BOTH EYES
BIOGRAPHY AND TAGS
APPRENTICED TO PIKESPLASH
PLAYED BY SHEOGORATH​

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"We're gonna be late." He prods at the other apprentice, cold eyes watching them with a sightless glaze. "Get up." Nettlepaw lashes his tail, then spins on his paws and drags himself from the den. The break of dawn left the whole world shimmering in it's rays, and though he can hardly see shapes or colors, the light itself is dazzling. For a moment, the apprentice can only squint in frustration, disoriented. Tail tip flicking irritably, he eventually adjusts, and his paws carry him on a practiced route toward the edge of camp. He's sniffed out the cats who are waiting on them, and though Nettlepaw isn't quite sure what sort of training this would be, he's just as eager to prove his worth as he always has been.

Ten moons. Ten moons and he still hasn't caught a single fish. He could swipe a bird out of the sky, and he could pin another apprentice to the dirt, but a fish? Well, that seems virtually impossible for the tom. The thought only serves to make him grumpier, and he sits down with a scowl, awaiting the rest of their group.
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[shellpaw]

the night had stretched long with disrupted sleep ; the slow and ever - constant seep of a stuffy, yet somehow still running nose draining into a lightly snoring throat woke her choking with every unconscious toss. shellpaw had never been that heavy a sleeper to begin with but last night, there was no helping it. she finds rest only once the sun rises, turning firmly onto her belly and tucking her nose between rooted paws so her nose can run forward instead of back. it feels as though she’d only just closed her eyes when suddenly, there is a paw jabbing relentlessly into her side, startling her awake with a lofty gasp and noise of absolute, gut - wrenching despair. twin paws of soft, dovey lilac reach out to bap at nettlepaw’s retreating arm in weak retaliation, flopping pointedly onto her side despite knowing the tom couldn’t see it, ” can’t we be, be a little late? “ she whines, flanks heaving her frustration at suddenly blocked nostrils by lifting clawless paw to rub violently at infuriatingly wet nose, ” they aren’t gonna — they wouldnt leave without us anyway. “

but nettlepaw is leaving, and shellpaw hated going out alone in the mornings. shoving herself upwards with a lash of her tail that goes entirely unnoticed, the lilac molly shakes out rumpled curls and follows drowsily on his heel with a hoarse, ” wait for me, waaait.. slow down, it’s too early.. “ too early to move, too early to eat, too early to train.. but they were to be taken out in group today, and lichenstar would pin her like a fly beneath their paw if she tried to weasel her way out of it. still, it was tempting, especially when the blinding light of day breaks over her shell - cracked features and blears watery eyes into screwing closed, trailing blindly at nettlepaw’s heel with a wounded whimper. it was like the sun was telling her to go back to bed, pinching already sensitive irises into ruddy slits when she takes her place along the line of waiting apprentices. she is a mess of drowsy, awkwardly - tufted fur and dark rung, gaunt and matted at the corners where sleeplessness wears her visibly ragged.

nettlepaw was pretty old, and pretty useless at anything a riverclanner was supposed to be good at.. and if he was with them, it meant they probably weren’t fishing. which was fine, she guessed. she’d heard some say the waters were dangerous for him, and if anything, she’d rather avoid a drenched and grumpier apprentice than whatever he could manage to catch in his ancient moons. shellpaw yawns her thought silently, letting paperthin lids slip closed for only a moment longer, just for a rest.. only for a second..

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ° 𓇼 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

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  SHELLPAW 𓆉 SHE / HER. SEVEN MOONS OLD, APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN, MENTORED BY LICHENSTAR ; SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. HAZECLOUD xx LICHENSTAR, NIECE TO SMOKESTAR. PENNED BY ANTLERS ----------------- ° ❀ ⋆
  frail alabaster molly with lilac striping and watery amber eyes.
  
  she is pallid ; platinum splotched with ribbons of dovey lilac curls, wisped ends like memories of a distant shore and plush enough to conceal the juts of malnutrition beneath. tufted elderdown fur conceals a body worn fragile by tumultuous youth, too thin in some places and round with baby fat in others. her face is short - muzzled, framed half mast by eyes coined rheumy, rosen amber. the anemic cold pink - purple at tender paws and nose tell a lifetime of sickness, further made obvious by the feathering weakness in half - whispered tones.
  

  CHRONICALLY ILL ; prone to wheezing, nose at a constant drip from longterm illness - induced nasal polyps. not contagious.

  
  

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[FOXTAIL]

Foxtail is unable to stop himself from yawning, as he awaits outside the apprentice's den. Dawn creaks at the horizon, and the young lead can only hope the sunshine will wake him up. It shouldn't be long until the sun shines upon their camp... their territory. In Greenleaf, the sun always rises earlier in the morning.... and he'll take it over Leafbare dawn patrols— they are even more brutal. Foxtail's voice was hushed when he woke his apprentice; not wanting to wake any apprentice that weren't assigned to the dawn patrol.

Seemingly, getting up for the patrol wasn't an issue exclusive to Foxtail; it doesn't get easier as a warrior! Just like Nettlepaw's denmate, Foxtail too wished he could stay in his nest and sleep. He sees movement in the den, and the blind apprentice exits the den with a tired gaze.... and Shellpaw trails behind him quite... drowsily. "D-Didn't sleep w-well last night, Shellpaw?" He quietly mews with a nod of greeting to the two apprentices that join them. "W-Well, I'm glad you two finally j-joined us, He says with a light, yet tired, smile, "We should h-head out soon.... Are we waiting on anyone else?"​

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

• apprentice tag @PEBBLEPAW
  
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  credit to raphaelion (via da) for the artwork <3
  
• Foxtail

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  lead warrior
  21 moons
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: [HYPERLINK]
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to meghan for the chibi <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green
  pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
  fur length: long
  parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
  

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[PEBBLEPAW]

(☼) he's exited the apprentices' den by the time shellpaw and nettlepaw get into their little verbal spat. he'd already attempted to wake his sister, to little response, and so he leaves her to the wrath of his fellows. well groomed tabby fur ruffles in a soft early morning wind, coppery eyes brighter than they should be for the time of day. as his sister and the older apprentice slip from their den, pebblepaw will move to greet shellpaw with a soft brush of his tail against her flank. "g'morning sleepyhead," he teases, watching as strawberry sweet eyes flick back open.

most cats seem to loathe the dawn patrol, but pebblepaw finds it refreshing. he's used to the kiss of early morning chill on his nose and ears, and loves to see the sunrise filter the river fantastic hues. foxtail greets the latecomers, asking about anyone else joining them, and pebblepaw will flick his snow tufted tail. "are pikesplash and snakeblink coming?" his orange gaze turns to nettlepaw, the apprentice of the former. pikesplash has been seen with snakeblink a lot more recently- the boy doesn't know if they're interested in each other, or have some sort of sworn pact to be near each other always, but it's odd. still, if nettlepaw's coming on patrol, his mentor must be close behind.

I DO NOT HAVE WINGS, LOVE ☼ I NEVER WILL

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  PEBBLEPAW ☼ HE / HIM, APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN. MENTORED BY FOXTAIL. 8 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a large blue tabby with low white and vitiligo. pale blue fur covers the length of pebblepaw's stocky body, sliced through with darker tabby stripes and spots. baleful orange eyes peer out of heavy set sockets, and his muzzle, paws, and tail tip are dashed with white.

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[Jaggedpaw]

〔⊳〕Jaggedpaw blinks sleep-heavy lids open from his spot in an edge nest, having gotten one of the worst nests for the winter but one of the best for the hot greenleaf nights with the humid, muggy storms lashing at the den entrance. The middle nests were often drier, of course, but they were Riverclanners, were they not? They liked getting wet, and those that didn't weren't real Riverclanners, anyways. Well, that's what he thought of it anyways.

He'd been jostled from sleep by two quite noisy apprentices complaining about their morning hunting patrol and rose. He was up so he might as well join them, he supposed. ]color=#accf8f]"Wait up, guys, I'm coming too,"[/color] He called after them, shaking out his short fur and following on hastened paws. When he arrived his gaze landed on two others, and he nodded in greeting. "Do you mind if I join you guys? Otterbite isn't up and around yet I don't think. Pretty sure he prefers night patrols anyways." He tilted his head, unsmoothed fur on his head hanging in clumps, much like poor sleep deprived Shellpaw.

i know what you want from me ( i know what you think you see ) //

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• JAGGEDPAW —— apprentice (wetpaw) of riverclan , mentored by otterbite . npc x npc . littermate to two others ⊳ penned by helly
  ⊳ cis male / he/him / 7 moons & ages every 1st
  ⊳ single / heterosexual & monoflexible / open to romance
  ⊳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat notes here / battle notes
  
  ⊳ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ⊳ biography — msg on discord for plots (hellycinth) — toyhouse
  
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  a shorthaired chocolate tabby / cinnamon tabby chimera with high white & 1 green eye & 1 blue eye no scarring.

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[claythorn]

Claythorn's sleep was rarely disrupted. Where Otterbite and her pressed together in the warrior's den, when sleep claimed her, she stayed there. She woke as if on a timer, militant in rising early and falling asleep on time.. or late, depending if she was kept awake by her own mind. A soft breath left her from where she emerged, silently grateful for the night where it stole heat from the sky and made it cooler in the mornings.

Ears twitched at the whining of apprentices, Foxtail's shaky voice following. She padded closer, vision shifting towards Jaggedpaw. Mismatched golden eyes squinted for but a moment at her mate's apprentice, but she didn't wear that look for long, clearing it like clouds from a blue sky. "He'll be along soon enough, Jaggedpaw." She affirmed, her tail sweeping the ground low as her eyes lifted towards Foxtail. "I'll tag along for the patrol. You have a.. pawful of apprentices." Claythorn mewed, vision dipping towards the collection of- what, four apprentices?

Shellpaw she was familiar enough with. Jaggedpaw too, considering her connection to his mentor. Pebblepaw was Foxtail's own, and Nettlepaw was Pikesplash's. All was in order, unless Lichenstar herself wanted to tag along with them as well. Her ears twitched, vision once more cast towards the warriors den to see if Otterbite was joining them. That would be nice.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── WHO ENCRYPTED YOUR DARK ⋅❁⋅ GOSPEL IN BODY LANGUAGE? ──┐‎

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• CLAYTHORN she/her, warrior of riverclan, eleven moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate torbie with mismatched golden eyes, scars across her right cheek and over her left ear. cold exterior and threatening glares, built for stamina/battle and not swimming (tall/muscled)
  ⭃ mentored by darkbranch (npc) / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ no current love interest / / only child
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Frecklepaw.]

WATCHING YOUR
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frecklepaw & 10 moons & trans. fem & she/they/it & riverclan apprentice ​

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" don' wanna~, " comes quiet grumble - except, for once the words aren't from troutsn- gladefrost, and they certainly aren't aimed at her. One eye cracks open upon that realization, peering through blurry vision at nettlepaw and shellpaw, only to giggle at the picture they make. Riotous tangle of curls bobs as the molly pulls herself to her paws, only to huddle right back down anxiously. Of those gathered, none of them is her mentor - new or old - and she can't quite decide whether to be relievedthat she isn't to be dragged along with them, or to feel... left out. It's not like she wanted to go out training today anyways.

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[Magpiepaᴡ]

〔✦〕The early dawn light filtered through camp lazily on the warm morning dew. They had been awake for a little bit as they had a fitful nights rest before, so they had left to not disturb anyone further. They had been willing themselves to eat the small mouse they had picked up off the prey pile for breakfast, but they found it hard to keep their eyes open. It was making their stomach growl and churn. A heavy sigh left their nose at their own incompetence and picked up the mouse once more to take it back to the prey pile. Someone else could eat it instead, they had better things to do.

Then there is commotion over across the clearing, a hunting patrol was gathering and it was consisting of mainly apprentices’ with Claythorn and Foxtail at the helm. Magpiepaw perked up their ears slightly and shifted on their paws, would one more be too many? They instantly looked for their mentor, vomit, Hawkcloud and furrowed their brow slightly. The young apprentice lashed their tail back and forth before approaching the group.

They hadn’t seemed to notice their sibling nearby and merely referred to Claythorn instead, “If i can convince Hawkcloud, may i join?” They ask gruffly and their ears twitch back in displeasure. They wanted to hunt but without a mentor. They couldnt wait for when they could freely come and go.

i am a lost boy ( neverland is home to lost boys ) //

• ooc. Mentor tag @Hawkcloud ” “
  
• Magpiepaw —— Apprentice of Riverclan , mentored by Hawkcloud . NPC x NPC . littermate to Gladefrost and Frecklepaw ✦ penned by wolfie
  ✦ AFAB Agender Masculine / they/it/ze / 10 months & ages every 23ʳᵈ
  ✦ single / Demisexual Homoromantic(femme leaning) & polyamorous / open to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat details here / battle notes
  
  ✦ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired black and white cat with blue eyes. write a short description detailing appearance including necessary information.

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