- Apr 8, 2024
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It had been a quiet day, emphasis on the had. Brackenpaw isn't really what she had done recently to earn her own personal flea but she has seemed to catch Tigersting's attention, or rather her ire. This unfortunately meant that there seemed to be an unspoken goal to bother the tunneler apprentice at whatever opportunity came her way. She thought that there would be a reprieve in this activity today as they lingered near the edges of camp, a lapse of duties usually meant that she would take the opportunity to hunt for bugs. It won't be long now until most of the bugs either disappear or go entirely underground so she tried to make the most of it while she can.
Unfortunately Tigersting must also have a reprieve in duties and has taken this opportunity to hunt the young calico down to prattle off about one thing or another. The tunneler apprentice wasn't really sure what the other was blathering about, she had started to learn the fortunate gift of tuning out those around them. With a sigh and a shake of their head they turn over yet another rock, finding a beetle with a particularly green and shiny outer shell, delicately they scoop the insect away from the stone. It was going all too well until a particularly shrill outcry from the warrior accompanying them caused them to jump and for the beetle to escape. "Can you not yell for one second?" they snap as she pushes the rock back in place.
It seems acknowledging Tigersting serves only to backfire for her, seeming to spark another life into whatever conversation she was participating in, the sole participant even. A dull thud is rhythmic in her head, the glare of the sun not helping in this moment. With a frustrated flick of her tail they turn on their paws and march straight to the nearest den she could see from her vantage point in camp. Their mind immediately jumped to the nursery, figuring that either Tigersting wouldn't want to be surrounded by hoardes of kits nor the parents who were present alongside them. Given how much she likes to harp on Brackenpaw for bending the geneoristy of WindClan she was hoping that she'd be so furious over the current denizens that she'd leave them alone.
They're quick in pace, picking up the bug wings that they have managed to find today and marching right towards the gorse bush that harboured the nursery. Figuring that she could play this off as giving gifts to the denizens within rather than the obvious fact that they were just trying to get Tigersting to stop following after her. "I'm not coming out unless you keep your voice down, eye-sore" they call over their shoulder with a huff as they trudge inside.
┌── Im just a dog
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with no bite ──┐
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ooc. Please wait for @TIGERSTING
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Brackenpaw
✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 11 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 Scorchstreak | Formally 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