of the balance of things and the music between | newleaf appreciation + intro

[Rowanleap]

Although Rowanleap had been born in newleaf, he could not remember much of that season, being in his early moons of life during it and thus having little awareness of the passing seasons. Most of what he did remember were blissful moments of youth, playing with his littermates or the other kits in the nursery, or exploring ThunderClan's camp.

Much of his apprenticeship had been spent in the gloomy months of leaf-fall and leafbare, and though he had tried to make the best of it, it was hard not to be gloomy at times with the bad weather and other struggles ThunderClan had faced. The arrival of newleaf had been a pleasant experience for him, watching as the snow melted and gave way to new spring buds and fresh grass. The daily patrols - which had become something of a struggle for him on account of the chilly weather - suddenly became more interesting and exciting to be on. He joined them with a renewed spring in his step, a cheerful smile, and light words shared between friends.

Another bonus to the improving weather was the fact that Rowanleap could freely climb again. He hadn't wanted to do so much during leafbare, lest he slip, on account of all the snow. His mentor, Beechfur, had been glad of that fact he was sure, because the old tom could never keep up with him in the trees. Sometimes, after training, Beechfur would joke that he was more bird than cat. In fact, he could hear his old mentor relaying such a joke to the rest of the patrol down below. Rowanleap listened with an amused smirk, before grabbing the sparrow he had just caught, and deftly making his way down, landing near to the other cats. "I heard all of that," He said, dropping the sparrow to speak. Rowanleap flashed the other cats - in particular his mentor - a wide grin. "I'll have you know, I think I'd make a magnificent bird."​

 

[Chestnutroot]

Chestnutroot

Can you feel the poetry rotting in your stomach?

"HMM!" Chestnutroot's paw hit the ground with a soft thump, her pelt still on edge from her jump. She'd been lost in her own thoughts before Rowanleap simply appeared before her, all smiles and jokes. The vole she had caught lay at her feet, dropped in surprise.
"Stars Rowanleap! I thought you fell!" She sighs, annoyance giving way to teasing. "You trained him well," She mutters to Beechfur, "too well. Boy could be named Rowansquirrel and I'd still be surprised by how well he climbs" She says that part louder, shooting the tom a playful, teasing glance.

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  CHESTNUTROOT is a short, long haired brown and white molly with mismatched eyes and a stump tail. She often has flowers or leave woven into her pelt and is generally soft spoken, caring, and joyful.
  SHE/HER, Thunder Clan warrior, 50 moons
  

  Daughter of ???? and ???? || Sibling to ???
  Mentored by Foxstripe || Mentor to NONE
  peaceful and healing powerplay permitted || underline and tag when attacking || all opinions IC!
  Notable friend to: Flamestar, Flurryjump, Stormywing
  Notably dislikes: Racconstripe and Nightbird
  penned by Keee || Milksoda on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

 

[Meadowfur]

Meadowfur padded back into the clearing, a mouse swinging from her jaws, just in time to hear the soft thump of paws hitting the forest floor—and the startled noise of Chestnutroot reacting in surprise. Her ears twitched. She didn't even need to look to know who the culprit was. Sure enough, as she turned her head, there he was—Rowanleap, perched beside his catch with the kind of casual smugness that made it look like he'd just descended from the canopy with the sun at his back. Not a single thorn in his scruffy fur, a sparrow laid neatly at his paws, and that familiar grin stretched comfortably across his face.

Typical.

She dropped her mouse near the others with a pointed flick of her tail, letting her green gaze slide toward him with exaggerated disapproval—though the smirk tugging at her mouth gave her away. "Oh, stars. You really do think the trees were made just to show you off, don't you?" She stepped a little closer, pacing a loose half-circle around him like she was sizing up both him and the sparrow he'd caught. Her expression was casual, teasing, but there was a flicker of intrigue in her eyes—just enough to say not bad, without putting it into words.

"If you were a bird I'd say a sparrow does suit you, though," she said offhandedly, glancing at the bird. "Small, fast, loud. Flashy. The type that always thinks it's the most interesting thing in the forest." Her whiskers twitched with amusement as her tail flicked lightly against his flank—a playful gesture more than a jab. "You must've really missed the trees during leafbare if you're showing off this hard," she added, casting a glance toward Beechfur and Chestnutroot, her voice raised just slightly so the rest of the patrol could hear. "Someone should keep a tally of how many times he's tried to make a dramatic landing today."

She didn't move away, instead letting her weight shift easily onto her hind paws, tail curling neatly beside her. Her ears stayed pricked, half-listening for a comeback, half-inviting the others to throw in their own commentary. "Go on then," she said, arching a brow toward Rowanleap, "I'm waiting for the part where you declare yourself king of the treetops or whatever ridiculous title you've given yourself today." She didn't expect a serious answer. That wasn't how they worked. But she also didn't quite hide the glint of challenge in her eyes, the ease of their banter slipping into place.

( ❀༉ ) there's love in the lightning ₊˚༉₊˚

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  MEADOWFUR THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR ; SHE / HER
  LIGHTSTRIKE X MOONWHISPER SISTER TO SCARLETDUST & MOTTLEDMOON ; MENTORED BY PALEFIRE
  

  A large fluffy red tabby with a white chest, stomach, tail, muzzle and stripe running along her back. Her eyes are a deep, forest, green and in her pelt one can usually find flowers woven

  ✦ easy in battle + no formal training