private I JUST WANNA DANCE ✶ BRACKENPAW

[SHEEPPAW]

Sheeppaw has found himself wide awake in the middle of the night. He was peacefully snoozing away then… BAM! He's wide awake now. When his eyes blink open, he lifts his gaze upwards towards the dark and quite spooky sky. He's not up to eat a rabbit and talk with his parents or.. or train with Gravelsnap like the last time!

Just is all pure coincidence! Sooo, now he's up and he is on a mission! He needs to be all sneaky and… stuff. Right? Sheeppaw doesn't really know the territory all that well, even though his mentor showed him. Maybe he could find a cool and HUGE shiny rock to claim, while exploring or.. something. He lets a sigh pass through his maw, as he carefully untangles himself from his nest.

The messy-furred black smoke catches a glimpse at a calico pelt, he hardly interacted with Brackenpaw. A few… far in-between passing chatter as kits. She's a tunneler... right? Not like a moor - runner like him. They're weird, but a cool denmate nonetheless. Sheeppaw decides who he's going to bother on this today.

"Brackenpaw!" The apprentice whisper-yells, glancing at the sleeping bodies of his denmates. He turns back to the other apprentice and pokes them with a dark paw. "Psst, Brackenpaw! I'm going exploring! Wanna join?"

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• ooc. @Brackenpaw
• no ref yet </3
• ( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
  ✶ amab ; HE / HIM ; 7 MOONS & AGES EVERY 29TH.
  ✶ undecided / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, 8E7F7F" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like early morning dew & windblown heather
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[Brackenpaw]

A groan slips past Brackenpaw in response to Sheeppaw's out cry of their name. That was the closest thing that their denmate was going to receive as affirmation that they were awake for a moment. Slowly one eye opens and a very annoyed expression is what greets Sheeppaw as he pokes her. Sleep had become a treasured belonging to her, they were greedy for it and tried to get as much sleep as they could. Somehow, StarClan must be aware of this and must hate the calico. Why else would they be woken up by Frightkit at first and now Sheeppaw? It was as if Starclan had perfectly crafted these cats to torment her when she wanted to sleep specifically.

“You're going to wake everyone up” A voice heavy with sleep grumbles as achy paws and joints push herself back up. She still ached from digging in the tunnels earlier, she hadn't gone down into the tunnels enough for darkness to be their preferred environment just yet though. With a yawn they brought a paw to their eyes then the rest of their face, trying to wipe the sleep off of her. That, and clean any misplaced fur as it had been pressed solidly against her nest.

Sheeppaw upon inspection seemed fine though, not tired by any means. Unless this was him tired? He seemed wide awake though, much to Brackenpaws dismay. The offer to go exploring did interest her though, once that sleepy annoyance had worn off there was a look of curiosity. A look of excitement at the prospect. “Exploring? Yeah I wanna join” The calico nodded eagerly, before stepping out of her nest, stretching a small amount but not trying to stretch too long in case they accidentally knocked into someone.

“So where were you planning on going to explore?” They asked in a hushed whisper as she bobbed and weaved around still sleeping denmates. Watching the moor-runner apprentice as he lead the way.

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

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• BIOGRAPHY
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 7 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
  ⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Bluefrost
  ⭃ 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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[SHEEPPAW]

Ears perked up at Brackenpaw's groan. They're awake! Yes! He beams down at his calico denmate, his tail thumped behind him. He flinches back in shock, as he opens his maw to speak but closes it. Oh, right! He has to be quiiiet.

He peered down at his fellow apprentice, nodding. He lowers his voice in a whisper. "Right, umm– Okay!" The messy-furred black smoke bounces slightly on his toes, as he waits for his friend? Yeah! Friend, to be fully awake. He quickly glances at the rest of the sleeping bodies of his denmates, before Sheeppaw looks back at Brackenpaw with a beaming smile curved on his darkened face. "Let's go then." He was excited that Brackenpaw accepted his sudden request to come with him on exploring!

He turns his messy-furred frame around, and crept around the sleeping bodies of clanmates. Sheeppaw then tilted his head, flicking a large ear towards Brackenpaw's voice. While he walked out into the vast camp, he tossed his head over his shoulder to whispers back. "We could be sneaky and uh– go outta camp! Annnd explore the v- vast moors! Even if they look sooo burnt ugly. It just sounds fun to me!" He stumbles over some of the word, but he all but smiles at the tunneler apprentice.

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• no ref yet </3
• ( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
  ✶ amab ; HE / HIM ; 7 MOONS & AGES EVERY 29TH.
  ✶ undecided / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, 8E7F7F" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like early morning dew & windblown heather
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[Brackenpaw]

For some reason, she didn't think that Sheeppaw would have suggested sneaking out of camp entirely. He just didn't seem like the type, especially not a rule breaker at all. She didn't hold a particular stance on it, the calico was always up for anything propositioned to her. Especially when it involved something as exciting as this, they knew the risk of sneaking out. Both at the paws of their mentors and through whatever was lurking amongst the moors, they accepted that this would be through their own mistakes.

“Sneaky? Can you manage that?” Despite her teasing there was a friendly smile as the lethargy had began to wash off of her. They yawn once more as they reach the heather tunnel that led to the moors, the expansion of WindClan territory. “That sounds like fine, even if it's ugly cuz of the fires” they comment with a smirk, stifling a laugh. They wonder if the moor-runner apprentice was sick of seeing those burnt lands right now, she was and they didn't even have to go out there all the time.

With a flick of her tail she walks through the heather tunnel, cautiously waiting until she was sure she didn't hear anything on the other side. They stick their head out before fully emerging, curious head turning from left to right as they try to sweep across the vast lands surrounding them.

Large ears flicked as she tried to listen to anything that sounded out of the ordinary. With the moors being burned and charred to asunder there was little space for predators to hide, though the same could be said for the apprentices. Tail whipped from left to right as she tried to decide on what to do next “has your mentor or whatever showed you anything cool in the moors?” They were wondering if Sheeppaw had anything in particular in mind for their ventures,

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

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•  
• BIOGRAPHY
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 7 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
  ⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Bluefrost
  ⭃ 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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[SHEEPPAW]

"Of course, I can be sneaky!" He knitted his brows slightly, before puffing out his cheeks in a pout. He isn't always loud! He can be quiet too. Sheeppaw bounces after the tunneler apprentice, with a hum. The black smoke knows that Brackenpaw is just teasing him in a friendly manner. He knows the risk of sneaking out, but… it's so exciting to finally be out.

Sheeppaw perks up when the calico comments on the burnt ugly part. Atop of charcoal-dusted limbs, he tiptoed after his friend as they made it to the heather entrance. He knows the risk of sneaking out, but… it's so exciting! Pushing himself through the tunnel that reached the vast moors of Windclan territory. Swiveling his large ears around, trying to hear anything strange but nothing came up. He twitched his tail, as he spreads a wide smile on his maw. He dashed forward, bouncing around in the wildgrass with a small whoop! in delight.

"Hmm, Oh! Gravelsnap showed me the Horseplace! Have you seen the Horseplace yet?" He replies to Brackenpaw's question. Sheeppaw pauses his bouncing around, as he tossed his head over his shoulder with a head tilt. His dark tail swept across the ground.

FEEL THE LAUGHTER BUILD ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 SLUMBER PARTIES

• ooc.
• no ref yet </3
• ( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
  ✶ amab ; HE / HIM ; 7 MOONS & AGES EVERY 29TH.
  ✶ undecided / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, 8E7F7F" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like early morning dew & windblown heather
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[Brackenpaw]

“Sure you can” they tease with a smirk before they take off for the heather tunnel. Maybe she was taking it too cautiously because Sheeppaw seems to hold no hesitation before running off into the burnt moors with whoops and hollers of excitement. Maybe they should be less tense? However she is no stranger to sneaking out, the only way to do it is to do it smart so they weren’t going to be caught through acting carelessly. With another half a heartbeat spent waiting she decides that this was safe enough for her to leave the tunnel, quick and light paws are fast behind the black smoke.

The excitement of exploring the territory gets the better of her because they find that they’re jumping around alongside Sheeppaw in the wild grass. They don’t vocally express any excitement in any way but there’s a pleased grin spread across her muzzle. “I have seen the Horseplace but I would want to go again” she only saw it from a distance and curiosity got the better of them to see it a little closer then what Bluefrost would have liked. With a tail flick to indicate for the apprentice to follow her she started walking towards the Horseplace.

Vaguely remembering the direction that her mentor took them but offering enough leniency for Sheeppaw to take over the walk if he so decides. “So, is Gravelsnap… fine? I guess? Is he a good mentor to you?” They were a little too grumpy for their liking but she didn’t particularly dislike him more than any other warrior around here. She wasn’t sure if Sheeppaw had a critical bone in his body but they asked anyways, curious to see if they would be proven wrong.

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

• 
  ooc.
  
•  
• BIOGRAPHY
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 8 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
  ⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Bluefrost
  ⭃ 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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[SHEEPPAW]

He lets a grin spread across his maw, as he finds Brackenpaw jump along with him in the wild grass. Excitement swims along under his pelt, as he bounds around in the still growing grass. Sheeppaw blinks when the calico explains that she has already seen the Horseplace. "Aww…" But he perks up when Brackenpaw, starts to walk towards the direction of the Horseplace.

The moor - runner apprentice follows after his denmate, charcoal dipped paws crushing the grass below him. He easily passes Brackenpaw's steps, with his still growing long limbs. A large ear twitches towards Brackenpaw, when they speak of Gravelsnap. He hums in thought, opening his maw to answer. "Gravelsnap is fine. He's a good mentor… It was a little rocky start on my training. They're teaching me more about hunting, instead of fighting though…" His voice trails off, as he walks next to his fellow apprentice with a slow flick of his tail.

"Buuuut, How are you and.. Bluefrost getting along?" He asks the calico, glancing at them with a slight tilt of his head. The young black smoke is curious about Brackenpaw's training, actually– he's curious about his closest friend's training too. Lakepaw. Spotpaw… Maybe even Ferretpaw, even if she is bossy all the time. His dark nose scrunches up at the thought of ever asking Ferretpaw how her training was going. She's just too bossy!

Sheeppaw shakes his head, waving the thought away as he continues to trudge through the burnt wildgrass and heather towards the Horseplace. He glances over at Brackenpaw, wondering how she would answer to his question.

FEEL THE LAUGHTER BUILD ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 SLUMBER PARTIES

•  
• no ref yet </3
• ( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
  ✶ amab ; HE / HIM ; 8 MOONS & AGES EVERY 29TH.
  ✶ undecided / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, 8E7F7F" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like early morning dew & windblown heather
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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