private Gotta have a game plan ⸙ Blizzardpaw

[Brackenpaw]

It was nice to be home, despite the fact that the moors had been turned to cinder by the ravaging fires. This was still home and it would regrow, life would return to WindClan, their kit enthusiasm told them that things would be okay and normal again soon. So she simply willed it so, confidence can do a lot in their mind. As things tried to settle back into normalcy, life in the clan marched onwards. Amongst the chaos of being shuffled to and from Riverclan she had neglected the fact that they were now six moons. The milestone of being named an apprentice was hopefully around the corner, the coming moons meeting would mark them either a Moor-runner or a Tunneler. It was a cloudy afternoon when Brackenkit was considering their future in WindClan, she had been trying to spend less time in the nursery since returning home so that she could properly prepare herself to sleep outside of the nursery.

Truthfully, Brackenkit held hopes of being a Moor-runner, mainly because that’s all she had known. Their parents are Moor-runners and she had naturally assumed that they would follow in their parents pawsteps. Yet, she was not naïve enough to assume that they would inherit this due to their parents, being a Tunneler was a possibility after all. The calico had realised that her knowledge on the tunnels were surface level, the only time she had learnt about the tunnels was when it was a group story. If she were to become a Tunneler, maybe it would be best to hear about experiences from another apprentice rather than a warrior. She rose from her lounging spot to look for Blizzardpaw, out of the Tunneler apprentices she thought that they would listen to them the most. Approaching the apprentice was a kit on a mission, marching with purpose until she was standing in front of him, they didn't see her above ground much these days so they were going to use this rare opportunity to corner them..

“Blizzardpaw, what’s being a Tunneler apprentice like?” she mewed as they approached the albino, green eyes looking at them like a kit would when asking a warrior to regale them with stories. “I’m gonna be an apprentice soon! So I want to be prepared for if I have to be a Tunneler” they exclaimed, puffing their chest out a little bit with pride at the mention of them being an apprentice soon.

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• BIOGRAPHY
  ✩ they/she, kit of Windclan, 6 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ 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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[LILYPAW ✞]

✞ They had come to WindClan when the weather was too cold to withstand. Frigid fangs of ice and wind had been bared at their small, shivering form. Now, they can say with pride (or, at least, Webthorn says they should be proud) that they have survived both icy cold and scorching hot. The flames that had licked at their paws and the ash that had stained their pelt—both have only made them more resilient, their mentor says. Blizzardpaw wonders what other strange things the older tunneler thinks about them.

They are drawn from the depths of their thoughts by another’s voice, and pale eyes shift to the kit. Brackenkit wants to know about tunneling, and Blizzardpaw is keen to answer their questions. "Oh… hi, Brackenkit. Are you excited to find out who your mentor will be?" The kit will be apprenticed soon, so it makes sense that they would want to know more about the more secretive of their possibilities. "Being a tunneler is fun. It is scary, though…"

Their pale eyes go wide and unfocused, lost in thought. "Sometimes I hear the dirt move overhead, and " The tunnels are terrifying, admittedly, but there is something about them that makes Blizzardpaw feel safe. Comfortable. Observed. At least they do not feel alone. At least, occasionally, they feel less cold. "And down there, in the dark, you can’t even see the ends of your whiskers. Sometimes I see faces, though… I wonder if that’s the ghosts of cats who died in the tunnels." Their eyes refocus and they give a shake of their head, once again looking at Brackenkit instead of seemingly right through them. "It’s very dirty." They finish with a casual shrug of their shoulders, hoping their answer is sufficient for the younger WindClanner.

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  BLIZZARDPAW ❯❯ any pronouns, windclan tunneler apprentice
  ⭃ tiny albino with pale, near-colorless pink eyes. friendly and cheerful, yet strange and a bit morbid.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[Brackenpaw]

Funnily enough, Brackenkit hadn’t considered who her mentor might be. The idea of being stuck with some warrior made her skin crawl, some would be better than others, the calico would rather not spend their time thinking about who they’re going to be chained to. Their expression mirrors that, they squeeze their eyes shut and stick out their tongue, fur bristling at the thought. “Blegh, no. Hopefully it’s someone quiet... But the quiet ones are bossy so that’s no good either.” The last thing they wanted was a mentor that would actually talk to them, outside of when this hypothetical mentor was obligated to anyway. They pause, opening their eyes when they realise this would probably be a good time to interrogate Blizzardpaw about that too. “Is there anyone that you think I should avoid having as a mentor?” She asked, large ears flicking as they stared up at the pale apprentice.

“Not that I have a choice- I know that! I just want to know what you would think.” They blink up at them, intently listening to any sage wisdom (or joke that they will likely not understand) thrown their way. At the mention of being a tunneler apprentice being a scary thing she shakes her head “I don’t get scared! That's for babies” she declared with blind confidence, trying to defend a pride that Blizzardpaw had not wounded in the slightest. It was rather their own sensitivity at the idea of being perceived as potentially scared about something like that. The kit shuffles a little closer as the apprentice loses themself in thought, treating this like an interesting story. Her tail swiping at the ground behind her, vaguely resembling a slow snake.

She hadn’t considered the fact that the tunnels were dark, well, they knew that it was dark based on the stories that they heard but not that dark. “You can see ghosts?” was the main takeaway that Brackenkit had from their ominous tales. Eyes sparking in delight at the concept, sure it may or may not be scary to see a ghost but how cool would that be? The mention of it being very dirty was obvious, Brackenkit frowns at that, though it’s more accurate to call it a pout. “Is it annoying to try and clean yourself if you know you're just going to get dirty again down there?” they asked with a quizzical tilt to their head.

Considering what Blizzardpaw had said brought her pause. Their answer was sufficient but it just added more questions on top of their already long list. “Did you want to be a tunneler apprentice?" they ask bluntly, not breaking her stare at them. She then grins at them, thinking about the fantastical idea of seeing ghosts again. "You said it’s fun. How is it fun?”

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‎‎ ‎┌── Im just a dog ⸙ with no bite ──┐‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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• BIOGRAPHY
  ✩ they/she, kit of Windclan, 6 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ 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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