pafp I HEAR A RUMBLIN’ [collecting rocks]

[GRAVELSNAP]

➴➴ Gravelsnap is growing… soft, somehow. They had once scorned any cat younger than themself, and had escaped as quickly as they could to the rank of warrior. Up until a short while ago, they could hardly stand to be near the nursery. And now… they spend nearly every day dipping into the den, whether it is with a piece of prey or with a new gift for either their mate or the kits they had found. It is boldly stupid, growing fond like this; what are they to do when those kits begin to think Gravelsnap cares about them? Their lip curls at the notion, but it’s with a smile rather than an expression of disgust.

Still, the black-patched warrior hardly knows how to interact with young cats. They ignore apprentices, mostly—but today they find an exception. An apprentice who shares their adoration for rocks and stones, and one who doesn’t seem like terrible company. They wander about the camp with Grasspaw at their side, hazel eyes trained on the ground as they search for stones that catch their eye. "What do you think of…" they reach down, paw scraping against a certain pebble. It’s a plain tan color, with lines of darker brown and gray striking across its surface. Not the most beautiful of stones, but it is undeniably unique. They scoop the pebble up into their paw, and extend it to the apprentice. "This one?"

➼ maybe i’ve done enough

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  GRAVELSNAP ❯❯ they/he, moor runner of windclan
  ⭃ average-sized black and white warrior who seems smaller than he is. speaks rarely and quietly.
  ⭃ mate to periwinklebreeze ; sibling to slateheart
  ⭃ mentoring sheeppaw ; formerly mentored thriftfeather
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasspaw had been attempting to get mud out from between his claws when Gravelsnap had asked if he wanted to look at rocks with him. Now, he wasn't exactly sure what to call the warrior now that he was together with Peri, officially. Was he his uncle? Just Gravelsnap? Whatever the case ended up being, they had rocks in common. And he'd gladly share.

The slow wander through camp was nice, occasionally pointing out some interesting rocks and such. He's shown a particularly intriguing one. Swipes of color scratch the surface of the tan rock. "That's pretty cool, I like the... lines?"

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ooc Information

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  GRASSPAW — HE/HIM ･ 7 MOONS ･ TUNNELER APPRENTICE & WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  Small fawn tabby with pale green eyes.
  "speak" thoughts action
  — peaceful, healing, and minor injury powerplay allowed

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[ROWANPAW]

Rowanpaw doesn't know their clanmates very well, it appears. They know their names, their ranks, and perhaps their general demeanor and habits if they were standout enough, but they cannot call any of them friends. They were close to their littermates, but it seemed that even they had no issue with making friends of their own. Everything was always so surface-level for Rowanpaw; they'd never had a real reason to get to know their fellow WindClanners one-on-one before. Sometimes they wonder if they should make an attempt, and sometimes they feel content with keeping everybody at arm's length.

Today, the chimera could not help but notice Gravelsnap showing off a rock to Grasspaw, of all things. Some things are better left unaddressed; maybe another time they would have simply looked the other way and acted like they didn't care about Gravelsnap's interests, but today... they wanted to act on their intrigue. Interacting with their clanmates was not a bad thing, was it?

Not that the tunneler apprentice is much of a conversationalist, however. Rowanpaw doesn't say anything at first as they tentatively step forward, mismatched eyes peering down almost judgmentally at the stone. They then proceed to look up at the pair, parting their neutral frown to inquire, "What do you find so special about these... rocks?" Rowanpaw is blunt but not unkind; more so, they just do not understand.

𝐈𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ✹ . + 　 　˚ 　　　　 · 　 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐓

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  a tunneler apprentice of windclan, rowanpaw is eight moons and is mentored by swiftshade they are the child of snakehiss and berrysnap. split directly down the middle, their right half is solid black and their left half is tortoiseshell patterned. they also have amber and blue heterochromia. ✦

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[SUNNVAR]

✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ In the many moons they have lived in tandem, Sunstar cannot say he has grown close to Gravelsnap. At their core, the warrior does not seem to seek closeness from anyone. They shied away from touch, tensed up at closeness. And they had never seemed this content with the idea of time around the nursery. Even without friendship he knows this much. It is a source of some surprise to see it change now. So many moons ago he had found himself in the same space as Rowanpaw. Not willingly, of course, but coming here as a rogue with only Wolfsong at his side (even his time with the others had been brief) — it was not easy to learn.

After so long he has settled in. She will do the same with time. That is not his reason for approaching. It had been some time since he saw Gravelsnap with his stones, and the mention of a new one has him craning his head curiously to look. "Is this for your own collection, Gravelsnap? Who would it become?" Or did they no longer do such things? He wonders what became of Rattleheart's stone, or Lilypaw's. His expression softens briefly with pain.

𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 ╱ ️️️ ( 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝗕𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐆 ) ️️️ ️️️ ⌞06.17⌝ 🟒ᨒ

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  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑. SUNSTRIDE. SUNNVAR.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ MASC ️️️ & ️️️ AMAB, ️️️ HE – HIM – HIS.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ SECOND LEADER OF ️️️ WINDCLAN.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ NINE LIVES: ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆̴͖̻̌͛ ⋆̵̼͈̐̿̓̏͝ ⋆̶̬́̀

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  a large chocolate and white rosette tom with seaglass eyes. the first thing many see when looking at sunstar now is not his proud posture or boxy build, but the scarred stump that remains of his front left leg. a wound that would have killed most other cats took one of his lives; not even starclan could repair it.
  
  
  a rogue brought to windclan in a search for greatness, one of sootstar's most loyal warriors turned into her downfall. with a mate and kits to worry about, and now nine lives from starclan with a missing limb, windclan's leader has much to prove.

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[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　Vulturepaw doesn't like Gravelsnap very much. They're not his dad, even if they're his dad's mate. It's quite frustrating, actually, being given a new parent when he's already had one for moons, now. All this to say, he generally avoids the bicolored warrior.

Unfortunately, he seems to be doing something interesting today. He and their cousin trawls through rocks, and Vulturepaw keeps an eye on them. He circles, watches, living up to his name - and maybe spying on his dad's mate a little as well. They only interject once the pair has drawn some attention, creeping closer to peer dubiously at the find. "It's pretty," he says flatly. It is half a response to Rowanpaw, and half a judgement of Gravelsnap's taste. All things considered, it's a pretty nice rock.

Sunstar's comment makes his ear flick, though, confusion bleeding into his voice. "Um. A rock c-c... It c-can't become anyone. I d-don't think." He shoots a nervous, narrowed-eye look at Sunstar. Does the leader know something they don't?

THERE ARE FLOWERS GROWING ALL AROUND ⛧ A MASSIVE ANIMAL INSIDE OF ME‎

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  VULTUREPAW ⛧ he / they, apprentice of windclan, six moons.
  ⭃ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ⭃ skittish and dour, with a superstitious sort of pessimism.
  ⭃ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze. sibling to dustpaw and bilberrypaw.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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