pafp HIER KOMMT DIE SONNE ✦ CURIOSITY

[DOEBLAZE]

Unconsciously, Doeblaze often finds herself keeping track of the additions to the Clan—more often than not she and her apprentices are the ones to encounter them, and even if not, it's just one of those things she tends to dedicate a running train of thought to. She feels for all of the new cats—often they're suddenly plunged into an entirely new world governed by new rules—but she feels most deeply for those who arrive lonely and beaten and pawsore, their foreign pelts weeping blood. It always hits home with a distinctive pang to a cordoned - off hazard area of her heart, recalling how she'd stumbled back to camp herself, propped up on a pair of cats who had then been strangers.

" Hello, " she greets @COPIA in sloping tones, appearing about as relaxed as she ever does in unfamiliar company. Nodding to the clear expanse besides him, she takes a seat after a moment, one paw kneading absently at the pine - ridden ground of camp below. She had not been present for the smoky tom's joining, but she had heard enough about it—even in their Clan with its constant influx of joiners, an injured one being brought back was enough to draw some attention and set the usual suspects' tongues wagging.

" I hope you've recovered well? " Doeblaze asks gently. Her voice is distant and dry in its rasp, but the rounded semi - softness of her tired jade eye speaks to a quiet wellspring of compassion. Perhaps exhaustion blunts her social senses; as the sun streaks red down towards the horizon, her mind is slightly elsewhere, thinking of the comfort of her rickety, poorly build nest. Regardless, she mrrows, " Ah, if you don't mind my asking—how were you injured in the first place? "

OOC : Please wait for Copia to post!

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[COPIA]

Unlike Doeblaze, the black smoke has difficulty keeping track of all the faces within SkyClan's camp. He sees so many faces enter and leave SkyClan's territory each day; and he isn't sure how his clanmates keep track. There seems to be new faces every day— some whom wear kittypet collars around their necks, and even others who return to their twolegs at nightfall. He knew the scents, and faces, of the cats he lived with back in the twolegplace, but here? It isn't as easy— it wasn't until SkyClan took him in, that he realized how small his former home was.

Copia finds himself situated in SkyClan's camp, sitting in the shade provided by a pine tree. He feels comfort underneath the shade provided by nox, the only thing he has left from the twolegplace. Clan life is nothing like living as a rogue; despite living amongst a small group of rogues, they didn't seem to really care about each other. Besides Terzo, Copia thinks as the thought leaves his mind, his ears pricking at the sound of an unfamiliar voice.

He looks over with his mismatched eyes, his gaze falling on the she-cat's singular eye, briefly glancing at the scar that covers her other one. He wonders how she got that scar, but the tom awkwardly nods in greeting. "Er, hello there." Copia speaks with a flick from his torn ear, as the unfamiliar warrior sits herself underneath the shade in the open patch of grass beside him. He shifts slightly away, and he tries his best to keep in contact with her. "I have, yes. Thanks to one, eh, of our medicine cats." It feels strange on his tongue to say that, he is truly still getting used to being a "clanner".

"You heard about that, heh?" He murmurs, word must travel around fast in SkyClan huh? He can only hope that word about a mysterious, black smoke tom stays within SkyClan. He has to be careful with what he'll say to her; nothing too revealing, but just enough to satisfy her curiosity. "Er, My brother and I were attacked," He explains with an awkward shift of his paws, "By someone we thought we could trust." His claws dig into the earth at the thought; why did he survive? Why did his brother have to die?​

𝐨𝐨𝐜 ――― 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

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  artwork by me
  
• Copia

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  warrior
  35 moons
  awkward
  clumsy
  experience: shadowing
  backstory: [HYPERLINK]
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  pixel by nopeita <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green & white
  pelt: black smoke with low white
  fur length: long
  parents: sorella and nihil (rogue npcs)
  

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[FIGFEATHER]

Figfeather had just gotten done dropping off a piece of wet moss with Daisypaw at the foot of the medicine cats den. It was an important task, ensuring that both medicine cats and their patients were getting the water they need. Most cats inside the den were unable to leave camp so someone had to get the water for them. Figfeather does not mind doing so and enjoys feeling useful.

It is after she dismisses Daisypaw to enjoy the rest of the day however he desires that she overhears Doeblaze chatting with one of the newest additions of the clan. The scarred black and white Tom had been a rogue found half-beaten up, but as he gives them credit she agrees the medicine cats did a good job patching him up.

Unfortunately for Copia, Figfeather’s curiosity was difficult to quench. Though not initially apart of the conversation she invites herself in, oblivious to how that could be perceived as rude. ”Who?” She asks, not perceptive enough to know Copia was avoiding giving anymore information than he had to. Her inquiry was innocent, in disbelief that a rogue would be trusting to anyone. Outside of the clans it was often a cat-eat-cat world.

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