golden country | moving in

[Spiderpaw.]

Windclan.

Her father had gotten reprimanded for bringing her there, and it showed how much respect that they really cared for their allies in their time of need. She hasn't met this 'Sunstar' yet, but whatever three legged cat she sees around here: must be him at least. There wasn't much in the camp, much less a proper place to sleep like the stories of clans she heard. The apprentice den was quite literally, just a thick overgrown gorse bush that they all gathered in and it was pitiful. This place was absolutely pitiful and a disaster, how could someone even call it home? Her icy gaze flicks over at the apprentice den and annoyance shows on her face for a moment, how she preferred the warmth and shelter of the barn.

Now this was her life. Great.

The black smoke tabby blinks and holds back a long exaggerated sigh, peeking in to look for the furthest spot from the rest of these 'apprentices'. Her name got a -paw tacked on it, and it had to be the stupidest thing. How amazing! Let's just make everyone's lives more difficult and add unnecessary and extended part to their names. What a waste. Spider scowls to herself as she gathers stray heather and gorse, making a small nest in the furthest location for everyone. She hadn't heard anything yet on these 'mentor' things yet or anything of the sort, but it wasn't anything she cared for. In reality, she was most likely better trained than half of their apprentices and could beat them in a spar (if she wanted). Her fighting tactics were dirty, and she didn't stoop to these rules or obligations that clan cats followed.

Life was all about survival of the fittest and a life and death situation, she would never let rules or morals change that. The dark feline continued making her nest, openly showing her distant to anyone who approached her and it was obvious she didn't want to talk. Maybe she could play deaf? Maybe- wait, no. She already acknowledged that one medicine cat or whatever it was called, so would her dad get in trouble for ignoring someone? Ugh. Everyone already seemed annoying, not to mention it seemed most of the apprentices were younger than her and young cats were always obnoxious. No boundaries, didn't know how to shut up or anything.

Spider- well, Spiderpaw sighs in annoyance at the thought of someone obnoxious chattering her head off. How jolly! The black smoke tabby sarcastically remarks to herself, hoping to make her peace quick and go to sleep without someone bothering her. Hopefully none inside nor outside noticing her bothered her.
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[Brackenpaw]

A small calico apprentice had been silently watching the new addition to WindClan gather stray heather and gorse, quietly assessing how she was constructing her nest. Brackenpaw could understand wanting to sleep away from everyone, they wouldn’t be the biggest fan of being in the middle of a new den in a new area. It must be daunting, if she cared about things like that. Judging by the attitude that she had seen the new apprentice carry around then she presumed that she may not care about it, Brackenpaw could respect that. While she sat watching there was a debate on if they should approach and say hi, everything about the black smoke tabby screamed to absolutely not do that.

The tunneler apprentice was never really one to follow the rules though. They had decided to help gather heather and gorse for her nest, without actually asking if that was fine. Tiny paws weaved through the ensemble of nests that housed the other WindClan apprentices until they found their purchase to be right beside Spiderpaws. “You may want to make your nest bigger” they point out as they drop the extra supplies by the edge of it, large ears twitch in anticipation as they look up at the new apprentice.

“I can help if you want, it’s fine if not.” They comment with a sniff, disinterest in their tone but a wide eyed curiosity evident in their mannerisms. It wasn’t a common occurrence for an outsider to join so they wouldn’t deny that she did have interests in hearing about Spiderpaws life. There was a beat before they realised that she should probably introduce herself, extend an olive branch of friendship or what not. "I'm Brackenpaw by the way, welcome? I guess?"

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• BIOGRAPHY
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 6 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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[gracklestep]

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Gracklestep had no fondness for children in any traditional sense... he's a tom that prefers self preservation above all else and the unfortunate reality is that kits had a habit of getting in the way of that. It was the 'noble' thing to do, to sacrifice oneself for the young... but you would not soon find the urchin-limbed runner playing shield for foolish youth. He'd worked hard to keep himself alive this long! It'd be a waste to spend it on some lily-livered child that would likely die within another month for doing another equally stupid thing as what did him in.

Eyeballing a sulking mass that stalks towards those who are not completely trained lurk for the nights, he is admittedly interested in their less-than-familiar face. Gracklestep considers it a good habit to know your clan-mates, even the tiny stupid ones that would die within the season- it was polite. A toothy smile spreads across his features alike a hungry fox, looming behind Spiderpaw as they go about their business looking for a place to settle down, aurum eyes gleaming as they travel towards Brackenpaw. They do their best to be friendly... but friendliness seems useless here.

"I imagine we smell too foul to be worth... asking for help," he suggests with a slimy sort of laugh. "Nothing beats that woodsy smell of the barn... huh?" It felt like a fair guess to make... given this kid still reeked of it.​

 

[Quietcrow]

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ Worried eyes watched the sulking shecat take in the 'apprentice den.' It wasn't anyone's fault the den wasn't looking its best; it was clearly disappointing for the newcomer.
He didn't know the lifestyle of barn cats, but he was guessing it wasn't anything like Windclan. Before being taken in by the clan, all the black cat had ever known was an open sky and land with no borders, wondering as a loner with his mother. Clan life is a lot to get used to; even getting used to his new name was a struggle. The new faces, new rules, and even new food so the new apprentice's standoffish attitude is to be expected.

Spiderpaw, at least, wasn't on their own, and now even less so now. Already, cats have approached the icy new apprentice, and the anxious cat was no exception, meeting her with a sheepish smile. "It takes a while,,,but windclan is actually nice,,,once you get used to it."

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  Quietpaw — he/him ･ 9 moons ･ apprentice, Windclan ･ PENNED BY @Ghostunes!

  A timid mostly black tom with white markings on his chest and back. Note: ',,,' are short pauses in his speech Tags ​

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[SCORCHSTORM]

Scorchstorm had not been present to herald the arrival of Snowglare's single kit. She remembers her mother being rather displeased about it, and truthfully, she herself did not see the benefit of accepting a stranger in a time of such dire need — but she is not so ice-hearted as to not allow a kit to live with her father. It would be nicer if Spiderpaw seemed excited to be here. Unfortunately for them all, it seems they've taken on quite an ungrateful apprentice.

Gracklestep is not Scorchstorm's best friend, but she finds herself astride the warrior for the sake of their shared rank. She does not often venture into the apprentices' den and even now keeps herself to its entrance, grooming the white locket on her chest, peering in only on occasion. As she watches now, she sees the youngest of her clanmates attempting to make friends with the new ex-mouser. It makes her wonder about Luckypaw; he had been dissatisfied enough with Clan life to leave it, but it seems Spiderpaw felt the opposite. Maybe they knew each other, but... she doubts it.

Scorchstorm offers no warm welcome. If Spiderpaw is to stay, then so be it — but she thinks gratitude would be apt, seeing that WindClan did not turn her and her father away at first blush.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 ✧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌

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  — scorchkit . scorchpaw . scorchstorm
  — she/they ; warrior of windclan
  — short-haired tortoiseshell she-cat with low white and orange/yellow eyes
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — signature by dreamydoggo, template art by sixbane
  — penned by meghan

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[dimmingsun]

Spiderpaw has been kicking up an awful storm of mixed emotions since her arrival. As the daughter of his friend, Dimmingsun thinks he owes it to Snowglare to play nice. There are few reasons to openly display one's displeasure at decisions made by deputy or leader, none of them vital enough to matter, so any lack of proper ties into the Clan (aside from Snowglare, though he himself hails from elsewhere) are easily brushed aside in Dimmingsun's mind. She might grow into a fine warrior who will call these lands her home, and if she doesn't quite fit... well, he has no doubts Sunstar would be quick to drive her out.

The thought itself strikes him with something akin to guilt. Truly, he does not wish it upon Spiderpaw- or Snowglare especially. Dimmingsun fails to understand the need of this when Spiderpaw is so clearly dissatisfied, even after he's asked her father about it in more detail... but none of that concerns Dimmingsun. He does not make the decisions here; he's merely observing, toying with a few ideas.

He finds himself orbiting Scorchstorm and Gracklestep, teetering on the apprentices' doorstep. Neither of them share Brackenpaw or Quietpaw's friendly attempts... and he can't exactly fault them for that. "She'll ask for help if she feels like she needs it," he says, decision made; Spiderpaw is almost invisible from this angle with how far she's pushed her nest. Perhaps she will warm up to them, but Dimmingsun won't be the one forcing her to do so.
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