pafp Millipede on your carpet ⸙ Bug catching

[Brackenpaw]

Trapped within Brackenpaw’s dainty white paws was a writhing cicada, while they wouldn’t call themself a fantastic hunter they definitely knew her way around most insects. There was a particular grace one needed to carry themself with, not to mention being quiet and patient. She would like to think she could attribute these virtues to herself. Well, maybe not patient, but that was a learned skill! One that she was making progress towards. It helped that the warmer weather brought out an abundance for insects, if she got tired waiting to capture one bug then she would go and look for another one.

Bug catching or as she usually called it ‘bug hunting’ was of particular importance to her. This was her preferred hobby as a kit and it had become something that they neglected as they grew in their adolescence. Frankly, Brackenpaw had found that she missed it. So, here was during a rare moment of reprieve, enjoying whittling away the hours by catching different bugs. They weren’t cruel though, they didn’t see the point in killing what they caught. Nor did she see the point in maiming them when catching it either, this could keep some prey or something happy so why would she take that from them?

The cicada in her paws was promptly let go, with a light bat to scoot it away from her. They watch as the bug regains their footing and those tiny wings take flight to find somewhere a lot more peaceful to rest no doubt. They crouched low to the ground, eyes scanning the dirt for any signs of another bug. There was a lone rock that they thought may house some worms at least, moving up from their crouching position as they walked over to the stone. It was warm against their paws, not extremely hot since the clouds had kept the sun mostly at bay. As she began to move it she noticed another silhouette of a shadow peer over the rock and subsequently, themself.

“What do you want?” They snap with a frown as they don’t look up from the stone. Presuming that it was some warrior on their way to tell her off or make her go do some tedious chore that they themself could clearly do but didn’t want to. With a sigh they look up and when they release who it was that steely exterior melts just a little bit into something slightly warmer, it was just Sheeppaw. “Oh, hey. I thought you were someone else” they mumble, feeling a little embarrassed that they got so snippy without even checking who it was.

They turn the stone over as they look up at the moor runner apprentice, glancing down briefly to make sure that there was actually something under there. It turns out that she was right! A small smile is directed at the different bugs that had taken up living under here. “You like bugs, right? Do you wanna catch these ones with me?” She was pretty sure that he was a fan of it, or at least neutrally positive. Besides, she wanted to show that they did actually like his company somewhat, feeling a little lousy for being snappy. They wouldn’t admit that though, they had an image to uphold after all.

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  ooc. @sheeppaw
  
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• BIOGRAPHY
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 7 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 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
  

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[SHEEPPAW]

Finishing his chores for today, he sat near the apprentices den trying to tackle his messy pelt with a claw. Raking a claw through his longhaired fur, to try to smooth out the knots. Sheeppaw isn't used to having knots, even if he has messy fur… he took his time trying to at least groom.

Lifting his head up from his miniature task, he blinks as he saw a familiar calico pelt. Brackenpaw! He perks up as he sees his friend crouching over… a rock? Eh? The moor - runner apprentice raises onto his paws then does a full-body shake. After that, Sheeppaw bounds over to his friend with a beaming smile settling on his face. He was awfully nosy, on what his denmate was currently doing. The young black smoke halts in front of Brackenpaw, his lanky shadow peering over them and the rock she was currently moving over.

He isn't taken aback by the tunneler's snippy voice. He was about to speak, but Brackenpaw spoke again once she realized it was just him. "It's okay! Sooo, whatcha doin?" He crouches down, as the other flipped over the rock with pale paws. He lets out a curious 'Ooo' escape him, as he studies the different kinds of wiggly and squirming insects. He likes bugs, they were neat! They came in different kinds of shapes and sizes, some even had soooo many legs! "Sure! I like bugs, they're pretty neat." He nods as observes the dirty insects that were minding their own business. But was rudely interrupted by curious paws of one Sheeppaw batting at them with a grin.

FEEL THE LAUGHTER BUILD ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 SLUMBER PARTIES

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• no ref yet </3
• ( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
  ✶ amab ; HE / HIM ; 7 MOONS & AGES EVERY 29TH.
  ✶ undecided / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, 8E7F7F" ; 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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[FROSTWIND]

꙳•❅* Watching the calico apprentice playing with their cicada catch brings a grin to Frostwind’s face. It feels like just yesterday he’d been that small, catching bugs with his siblings. He can’t remember why, now, but he can remember each of them decorating their pelts with beautiful butterfly wings. The powder had stained his snow-white paw, but it had all been worth it. His own wing is gone now, having disappeared somewhere in the past year. How or why it had fallen from its resting place behind his ear, the tom isn’t sure. Maybe he’d taken it off one day before descending into the tunnels, and just never picked it up. Or maybe he’d discarded it more recently, in a fit of rage, in response to the heartbreak of losing two siblings. They aren’t truly gone, but what does it matter if they still live and breathe, when they aren’t here?

The warrior shakes his head, pulled from his thoughts by the petulant voice of a snot-nosed brat snapping rudely at one of their clanmates. Oh, no. He glances around, startled—is Brackenpaw’s mentor anywhere nearby to control her apprentice? He doesn’t see Bluefrost, or any other warrior for that matter… leaving him on his own to deal with whatever fight or argument may ensue. Thankfully, the young calico apologizes before Frostwind is even on his paws, and the warrior drops his head with a relieved sigh. Sheeppaw is… normal, right? He accepts the snark with a quick it’s okay! and moves on quickly. Thank the stars. The two start to talk about bugs, and set about catching some of the critters that scurry from under the rock Brackenpaw has turned up. Frostwind begins to trot over to the two, standing nearby and offering a flicker of his tail. "What kind of bugs are under there?" He asks, icy eyes narrowing as he squints at the rock.

❆ outpace the dawn

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  FROSTWIND ❯❯ he/him, tunneler of windclan
  ❆ scruffy black and white tom with icy eyes. sly and calculating.
  ❆ son of scorchstreak and badgermoon ; brother to scorchstorm, luckypaw, rumblerain
  ❆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ❆ penned by foxlore

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