camp I STILL FEEL ALIVE ♡ bragging

[ferretpaw]

"Ferretpaw. Ferretpaw. Ferretpaw. Sounds great, doesn't it?" Ferretpaw mused to whoever was unlucky enough to find themselves beside her. The sun was dipping under its peak, just beginning to paint the horizon into an orange sunset. She had settled down next to a few other cats who were sharing a meal, and chatted away between grooming her wispy fur.

"I wonder what my warrior name will be. Maybe I'll get it early, yknow?" Whether or not her unwilling conversation companion was really listening, Ferretpaw chatted on. She had big dreams about her new apprenticeship and was already thinking about her warrior ceremony. She'd be a great tunneler apprentice, she was certain - she would make a name for herself eventually. After all.. "Y'know, not everyone's good enough to be a tunneler. I wouldn't call it luck that I happened to become one of them.." It took real skill to dig the tunnels, she felt, and only a few were chosen by StarClan to be born with such a talent.
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CHARACTER INFORMATION — ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ♡ — OUT OF CHARACTER

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  ferretkit FERRETPAW ━━ penned by ixora
  ━━ TUNNELER APPRENTICE of WINDCLAN
  ━━ 6 MOONS,, ages every 31st
  ━━ NPC xx NPC
  ━━ SIBLING to GORSEKIT
  ━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
  ━━ MENTOR to none | MENTORED by MARMOTBITE
  ━━ HEALTH ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎ | ferretpaw is healthy.​
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• speech is #d98b54
  anyone can be the cat(s) she's talking to!
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[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasskit's whiskers twitched in amusement at Ferretpaw's musings. He looked up at the older she-cat, and sat taller to try not to seem so short next to her. "Sure," he humored. He wasn't hungry at the moment, and he knew that he'd get some prey once he went back to the nursery anyway. The small tom listened absently while drawing vague squiggles and shapes in the sand. The tang of the charred moor swept over him with the breeze, making him cringe a bit. "Maybe Ferretstrike," he mewed quietly.

Ferretpaw was definitely his closest friend aside from his siblings. He was uncomfortable with the feeling in his gut. That she might leave him behind and not look back. Who'd be friends with the kit who couldn't even breathe right? None of this would be spoken aloud though. Both to not ruin the mood, but also because he was a bit afraid of the answer. Instead, he flicked her shoulder with his tail and said jokingly, "Hope I'm still cool enough to hang out with the Ferretpaw,"

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  NAME — HE/HIM ･ 4 MOONS ･ KIT & 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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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── His grief-stricken bitterness is ill-suited for celebrations. It was a conscious effort during the meeting to remain high-spirited, at least by all appearances; though his clanmates know of Bearflight's loss, they do not know it, and he would not weigh them down with his sorrow. But he cannot deny that it is here, lurking, even as the newly apprenticed Ferretpaw celebrates her achievement while the nearby Grasskit abides her boasting.

Wolfsong distracts himself for a moment by scrutinizing the younger of the two. He seems much improved, though it would be untrue to say he will remain so. His lungs may never be as strong as another kit's would be, and he thinks of Sunflowermask, his former apprentice with their permanent limp from a twoleg trap. Such hindrances need not be the end of their ambition. It was not the end of Wolfsong's, after all.

"Perhaps Ferrethead," he suggests dryly. "Given it already seems too large for your shoulders— perhaps it will even grow too large for the tunnels."
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 42 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTAR (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge.
  — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know; he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel."
  — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you.
  — ★★★☆☆ KITTING: Thanks to Starlingheart and his own pregnancy, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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[ROWANPAW]

Rowankit merely observes at first, triangular ears swiveling and picking up on nearby conversation. Ferretki—Ferretpaw was definitely taking her new status in stride, glad to be rid of the -kit suffix that tethered her to the overcrowded nursery. Rowankit felt similarly; they wanted their very own nest to sleep in, one away from Gorsepetal.

Ferretpaw talks about possibly earning her warrior name early, to which Rowankit flicks an ear. Why would she receive it early, they wonder. She hasn't done anything of note. Or, maybe she was saying that she eventually would?

It isn't until the older she-cat begins bragging about the tunneler rank that Rowankit inputs matter-of-factly, "I thought tunnelers are picked based on size." Their intention was not to humble the apprentice but merely to clarify. However, Ferretpaw's tendency to boast was rather off-putting in their opinion.

It was curious; their father had always pushed the job of a moor runner onto his kits, though Rowankit had never personally preferred one or the other. Each job sounded important in its own way. Maybe if Snakehiss were still here, they'd feel more inclined to wish for a moor runner mentor if not to appease him, but the title of tunneler did not sound too bad nowadays. "You're small. Isn't that why you were made a tunneler?" Skill had nothing to do with it. Kits weren't selected based on skill ( what skills did a kit have, anyway? ). Ferretpaw being small made more sense. Rowankit was small, too. Sunstar might choose them to be a tunneler... or would Ferretpaw argue that they weren't "good" enough for it?

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  rowankit
  

  — they/she; kit of windclan
  — a shorthaired black solid/tortoiseshell chimera with heterochromia
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — link to full tags; @ on discord or dm @beaaats for plots!​

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[Quietcrow]

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ There were a lot of things he lacked when he became an apprentice himself. Confidence is one of them and something he still struggles with. Blue eyes watch Ferretpaw with a hint of jealousy, despite knowing she is still new and probably just excited. Regardless of personal feelings, the older apprentice doesn’t have the heart to put a damper on Ferretpaw's mood. Much like grasskit, he simply wanted to poke fun at her.

While not being a tunneler’s apprentice, there were still things all apprentices had to do. “I hope,,, you keep that excitement,,, when picking ticks off the elders,” Quietpaw teased. Or a full day of battle training might do the trick too.

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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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[dimmingsun]

"I'm for one glad not to be a tunneler." Dimmingsun chimes in, since it's impossible not to pay attention to Ferretpaw's rambling anyway. It's a good sight to see someone so young feel this excited for their apprenticehood. He himself barely remembers the privilege of gaining paw as his suffix; those moons were rather tumultuous, right in the beginning of the Clans' formation, and time blends together in retrospect... but he still understands how fun this time can be for the current generation. "That honor befalls you, Ferretpaw. Make the most of it."

He has respect for the tunnelers, he really does, but all he can ever imagine is his own too-big form getting stuck in one of their paw-made creations. Feeling the wind in his fur when he runs is what reminds him of his place; the tight walls and little air underneath the earth is far from it.

"I'm sure you are," he addresses Grasskit then, seeing a mix of emotions in those eyes. "And before you know it, you'll be Grasspaw."
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