- Dec 8, 2023
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Spending a whole night awake as a warrior doing a job felt different than doing it as an apprentice. When she had been with Singeglare, they could converse and wrestle for hours and scarcely feel it the next day, yet doing a vigil for the clan she loved felt as if a monster had hit her. Limbs were sore, eyes sorer, and her brain fluttered between trains of thought all too easily. Exhaustion clung to Bloodwing like burrs upon a coat. Yet, despite it all, as she entered her new den, she did feel tired enough to sleep. Over and over she'd repeated her new name and the names of her siblings in her head, even as she passed cats on their way to the dawn patrols, it took plenty of willpower not to interrupt them with a hardy: 'Hello! I'm Bloodwing, new Warrior of ShadowClan!'.
She looked around the home she'd have for the rest of her life, eyes locking onto a figure that wasn't quite asleep yet either (if they'd slept at all, she'd been too busy trying to focus on her surroundings rather than take stock of who was doing her vigil with her). A toothed grin split her muzzle as she bound closer. "Oh... hey Sneezepa—" Bloodwing shook her head dramatically. "Frogsticks! Sneezeduck, sorry." It would take some getting used to, especially when she was not particularly close to the other new warrior. Searching for excitement for most of her childhood, she'd always gravitated towards the sibling that could offer her that. Out of the three, Sneezeduck seemed the quietest, the least likely to indulge in whatever impulsive game she wanted to play, but also mysterious.
"Have you seen Singe around?" She tilted her head towards him, wondering if she'd missed the other somehow.
// @sneezepaw
