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[SHEEPPAW]

The latest news of apprentices joining him, and the others in the apprentice's den to Sheeppaw's sleeping grounds. Makes him feel excited about getting new denmates. But, with the Greenleaf season dwindling to a slow end with colors sprouting from the ground. Not one or two apprentices have joined him and his denmates– but six, seven, eight new students have joined. It makes his tail twitch, from where it laid hanging from his nest. He's already lost count on how many new sets of new paws, wiggle their way into the growing den.

And Sheeppaw too is growing. Soon, he'll be free from his chores and go wherever he wants to. He'll visit the Horseplace, once he's a warrior! Though, now his still growing– longer limbs forced to curl in tighter against him each time he settles into his nest. To make more, more and more space. His joints begin to ache each morning, as he rises to navigate over the sleeping forms of others to leave for more training with Gravelsnap. Frustration bubbles to the surface most days, as he tries not to step on any of his clanmate's tails. He fails.

Something really needs to change.

So, when the apprentice's den is finally free from its inhabitants. The black smoke slinks back into the now spacious den, he grips the edge of his nest and the piece of wool he keeps within it. He drags both belongings away from the den, with a flick of a large ear. His legs will have better room for stretching, away from other's tails! After straightening out his nest to his liking, the apprentice lets his whole body fall into the nest himself.

Free to sprawl out without worry of hitting his paws on someone else, Sheeppaw stretched his whole body out with delight. Letting his long legs stretch and reach out without a care. He thinks this change is the best idea! Ever!

SNOOZING IN CLOUDS ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 FEEL THE LAUGHTER BUILD

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• no ref yet </3
• ( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
  ⤷ amab ; HE / HIM ; 9 MOONS & AGES EVERY 29TH.
  ✶ undecided / not 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 early morning dew & windblown heather
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ Watching younger cats do strange things is no longer a new experience to Scorchstreak. Their ways of thinking are not yet set in stone, easily molded by mentors and new experiences. They are still figuring out their own lives and personalities, their morals and social status, and so it is not odd to find them partaking in questionable activities at times. Finding Sheeppaw flailing about in his nest, paws outstretched seemingly as far as they can go, draws her attention. She strides over to stand beside him, understanding what he must be doing.

"A bit of a morning stretch?" She questions the tom, a spark of barely-visible mirth brimming within golden eyes. Sheeppaw is a kind, entertaining apprentice. He is loyal and true. He has earned her friendliness. The deputy does not fall into a nest—her own is far from here, tucked away in a tunnel—but she drops into a deep stretch where she stands, her dappled tail arching up over her back. "I could do with some stretching myself, I suppose… it takes a bit more to prepare these old bones for exercise." Never mind that she is not truly old, necessarily. But her shoulder tends to twinge sometimes, when the weather is just right. Or… just wrong.

every love that i touch ☽♰☾ falls to ruin

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• SCORCHSTREAK ❯❯ she/they, deputy (tunneler) of windclan
  ༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. cold and closed-off, ferociously protective of her clanmates. rarely seen aboveground.
  ༄ mate to bluepool ; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
  ༄ mentor to bilberrypaw ; previously mentored pinkshine
  ༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted, but may react aggressively
  ༄ penned by foxlore

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[BUCKFIRE]

One thing about being cooped up in camp under the scrutinization of the medicine cats was that Buck learned a lot about the habits of the clan cats — when they slept, what their morning routine was, how they interacted with one another. They provided him with ample entertainment while his leg healed to Wolfsong's approval. While Buck was not one to stay in one spot for too long, getting to lounge around in camp and soak everything in was a welcomed change of pace. It wouldn't be too long before Buck got back on his paws, ready to take on the world.

Buck had noticed how the unfamiliar apprentice dragged his nest from the usual cluster of beddings, seemingly separating his area from the rest. The former barncat, of course, had no idea of telling whether this was a normal occurrence or not, so he didn't really raise a brow at how the younger tom splayed himself out casually. "You look mighty comfortable there." The brown tabby remarks from his spot a few lengths away, having been in the midst of grooming himself. Huh, and they were calling him lazy!

The flame-ribboned deputy joins the apprentice, her attitude seemingly like night and day compared to when she had spoken with him — so, she does have a soft side ( well, softer, maybe ). When the molly assumes her own stretch, Buck is momentarily mesmerized by the way the fiery swirls contort and sprawl against her night black coat. She was a sight for sore eyes, in his opinion anyway. "Old? You're a spring chicken in my eyes, Scorchstreak." Buck chirps shamelessly from across the way, again sporting that cocky signature grin with the attempt of trying to crack that tough outer shell of hers.

𝐈 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐌 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 ✹ . + ˚ · 　 𝐈 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄

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  a horseplace loner, buck is thirty moons. he is a ruggedly handsome tom, sporting lean muscle and a slightly taller-than-average stature. there is a nick in his left ear as well as a small scratch on his right lip. he smells heavily of hay and wood chips.　✦

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