- Jan 29, 2024
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He strolls into camp, his head held high and in his jaws... a mossball. He halts in the center of camp, dark plumy tail held up in a greeting to all who pass by the long - limbed apprentice. He settles onto his haunches, dropping the mossball that was between his teeth. He raises a darkened paw towards the sky, the autumn sunrays beaming down upon the camp.
He may be an older apprentice and all, but like... where is the fun in always doing boring tasks all the time? Sure, he does his duties like a good little windclanner but ugh. It gets boring! But, that changes starting today. She inserts herself with a self - proclaimed title of MOSSBALL CHAMPION. Sheeppaw proceeds to clear her throat, badly mimicking Sunstar's tone, making an announcement. "Let all cats reckon, they could tangle toes with... the mossball playing champion!" She puffs up her black-and-white coat, snagging the mossball with a claw with a grin placed on her face. "GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT!"
The ball was tossed up lightly, she let it roll across the ground in front of him before all four charcoal - dusted legs slid into a crouch in preparation for launching himself to the nearest cat. She keeps her claws sheathed, of course, she doesn't want to hurt anybody. He perks up when the first cat comes forth to steal the mossball away, the black smoke leaps. He is in the air until eventually... he crashes into the sand forelimbs first. He lets out a muffled– "Wha-!" His maw is open, and he wrinkles up his muzzle spluttering at the bits of sand that got on his tongue. Yuck! "Oh no, Sheeppaw loses the moss! His attack was too weak! What will the daring newcomer throw at the apprentice NEXT?!" He rises onto his paws with a shake of his coat, getting rid of the dust that clung to his fur.
He may be an older apprentice and all, but like... where is the fun in always doing boring tasks all the time? Sure, he does his duties like a good little windclanner but ugh. It gets boring! But, that changes starting today. She inserts herself with a self - proclaimed title of MOSSBALL CHAMPION. Sheeppaw proceeds to clear her throat, badly mimicking Sunstar's tone, making an announcement. "Let all cats reckon, they could tangle toes with... the mossball playing champion!" She puffs up her black-and-white coat, snagging the mossball with a claw with a grin placed on her face. "GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT!"
The ball was tossed up lightly, she let it roll across the ground in front of him before all four charcoal - dusted legs slid into a crouch in preparation for launching himself to the nearest cat. She keeps her claws sheathed, of course, she doesn't want to hurt anybody. He perks up when the first cat comes forth to steal the mossball away, the black smoke leaps. He is in the air until eventually... he crashes into the sand forelimbs first. He lets out a muffled– "Wha-!" His maw is open, and he wrinkles up his muzzle spluttering at the bits of sand that got on his tongue. Yuck! "Oh no, Sheeppaw loses the moss! His attack was too weak! What will the daring newcomer throw at the apprentice NEXT?!" He rises onto his paws with a shake of his coat, getting rid of the dust that clung to his fur.
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ooc. feel free to be the cat who steals the mossball away from sheep!
warriors are welcomed! just play along with him :3c - no ref yet </3
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( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
⤷ closeted genderfluid ; HE / SHE ; not opposed to gendered terms
⸝⸝ CURRENTLY 11 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 29TH.
✶ undecided / not actively looking / open to puppy-crushes
✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
✶ thoughts ; "Speech, B9D6F2" ; attacks only
✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
✶ smells like night air & windblown heather
— all opinions are ic
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— penned by calzone