pafp me gustas tu .. interrogation

[braveheart : ̗̀➛]

☀ . ° ✦ As the nursery cleared out more kittens to be made apprentices, Bravekit was left without more and more friends to play. While the tom absolutely adored his family and wouldn't imagine a better playmate than his littermates, the more kits around had made things all the merrier. Bigger groups meant more to make Journey Cats feel real, more kits meant he was rarely bored even after hours of play. They all played differently, had different ideas and rules for games.

Now he was left with his littermates and Softkit and... the other Softkit. He missed being able to convince the older kits to ask the elders to oblige them with stories or secret shares of their prey for quick snacks. But now that there were so few left Bravekit realized how close his turn would be to leave the nursery. He would be joining the warriors and apprentices, reunited with his old denmates but no longer gifted with countless hours of lazy fun but paw-aching work.

His thoughts had his stare distantly zoning out in the direction of the apprentices den. Imagining himself, Cougarkit and Hazekit all in there. It was when a familiar scarred pelt emerged from the ferns that Bravekit blinked back to what was in front of him, imaginary visions dispersing as his paws bounded after his old friend.

"Fallowpaw! Fallowpaw!" He shouted as if she weren't a few tail-lengths away. "Hi! It's been so long since we played!" Her apprentice ceremony was only a week ago. "How is it being out of camp now? Is it a lot different from being in camp?" The questions came rolling before Fallowpaw could even start to slink away and avoid him, and if she had started to pad away he would be hot on her heels in excited hops.

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ooc Information

• ooc: — @FALLOWPAW
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  BRAVEKIT — HE/HIM ･ MOONS ･ THUNDERCLAN & KIT ･ PENNED BY beatae!

  A Longhaired chocolate tabby/blue tabby chimera with deep blue eyes. Very thick coat that tangles easily. Paws that seem too big for his little body. Wide fuzzy satellite ears.

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[FALLOWBITE]

( ⁀➷ )　 Fallow can't say it misses the nursery. Always too crowded, always filled with squealing kits always trying to coral her into some game or other. Pretending like her foster mother was her own while aching over the distance from her mother, from her siblings. Watching all the kittens who were actually family play together with such familiarity, envy clawing green and venomous at her ribcage.

Bravekit is a face it knows well. He's earned his name, one of the few undeterred by Fallow's snapping teeth and pointed glare. When it did join the other kits, he was often the cause; he's a hard kit to say no to, all boundless bravado and oblivious enthusiasm.

Case in point. His shout of its name has Fallow's ears flattening from the volume, keeping her eyes averted. She tries to pull away, and of course, he follows. Her nose scrunches when he mentions playing. "Uh, yeah. 'M not a kit anymore," she mumbles with a side-eye. Hopefully he won't try to pull her into anything. She's busy enough with Stormywing on her tail, so at least she's got an excuse now.

But no, it seems he just has questions. Fallow sighs through its nose, averts its escape attempt. Maybe if it can satisfy his curiosity he'll let her be. "'S not my first time out," is how she begins, a curt reminder. She's seen ShadowClan, seen forests beyond ThunderClan's border -- she even got a bird's eye view tour of the territory already. It's nothing special. Still, she should probably give him some kind of proper answer, since he has no way of knowing that. "...But, um. 'S pretty similar. Lotta trees 'n leaves everywhere. Not as, uh..." She gestures around lamely. "Open." The thick underbrush tends to get caught in her wild pelt, unlike in the comparatively neater camp.

After a moment, she delivers the final verdict. "Not as different as ShadowClan. Like it better, though." It's more similar to her original home, the one she keeps growing farther and farther away from. That wound still feels fresh, though, so she refrains from mentioning it.

WEARING CROWNS ⁀➷ OF TWIGS AND LEAVES 【 11.4.23 】

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• "SPEECH"

• ˏˋ　°　•　*⁀➷ FALLOWPAW.　THUNDERCLAN APPRENTICE. SHE / HER & IT / ITS.
  4 MOONS & AGES ON THE 1ST.　PENNED BY SATURNID.
  
  
  

  ➳ A SCARRED, POINTED BROWN MOLLY WITH PATCHY WHITE SPOTTING.

  
  NPC xx NPC. ADOPTED BY TANSYSHINE. ADOPTIVE SIBLING TO TIGERPAW & SHARDPAW.

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