private OHANA MEANS FAMILY &. doepath

[ORANGEHEART.]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- he has to get up. his head hurts, but he knows it's just from the stress of everything. he doesn't want to bother gentlestorm or hopepaw... not when it's manageable. he stands from his nest, stretching with a groan. he's entirely too big to be in the apprentice den but what could he do? he just wasn't ready to be a warrior yet. with a yawn, he makes his way over to the fresh kill pile. the pickings are slim but he has decided he's gonna go see doepath, just to check on her! he promises himself he won't bother all too much but he's... always loved kittens. if life lets him, surely he'll want some one day. he wouldn't mind a bunch of mini hims running around with even brighter smiles than his.

he picks the biggest piece he can find, which isn't all that big in the first place, and skips his way to the nursery, twitching his tufted ears to listen for any sounds before popping inside, his eyes shifting back and forth.

"psst... doepath? can i... come in? it's okay if not."

he just wants to be sure he's not bothering her, first.
@doepath ࿔

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── honestly, i thought that i would be dead by now ⋅❁⋅ calling security, keeping my head held down──┐‎

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  ORANGEPAW ✩ he/they, apprentice of thunderclan, 12 moons.
  ⭃ rather large polydactyl orange tabby with white markings, green eyes, a broken left hind leg, who's also littered in scars
  ⭃ npc x npc // no known family. mother is deceased
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ not necessarily great in battle. semi easy to attack due to lack of experience alone.
  ⭃ penned by scar ↛ @salemdraws on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[doepath ࿔]

There is comfort in warmth manufactured by greedy, squirming bodies... their curly-furred sentinel is never far away, hovering and purring at her ears with soft reassurances. The days after had been hazy at best... teetering between exhaustion and a sleep so permanent even the mountains would be jealous. Gentlestorm promised it would pass... and she believed him. Doepath is glad to have the space to rest and recuperate, not being hounded by over-eager clanmates bubbling to meet the newest members. Would they be disappointed with her, knowing that names had hardly been glossed over? Words elude her... nothing fitting finds it's way through the dizzying fog yet.

A familiar voice calls out like a lifeline, a reminder to draw in a deep breath, to open her eyes and find her presence again. For the first time in what felt like ages, the prey Orangepaw holds actually smells tantalizing... She blinks the sleep from her eyes, not even sparing the energy to lift her head from her paws just yet.

"Oh, Orangepaw.... it's you..." The corners of her eyes wrinkle under the strain of a smile, "Come closer... They don't bite." Though she starts to wonder if maybe one of them might inherit their mother's doggish tendencies towards snapping when frightened. "Is that for me?" Her whiskers twitch as she scrunches her nose for another sniff... Have you been eating too? Guilt threatens to sour her appetite, hoping that the clan is not so starved that others grow thinner while she remains well-fed.

please dont leave me ➺ in the dark

• DOEPATH
  sixteen month old warrior of thunderclan
  she/her fawn sepia with low white and yellow eyes

 

[ORANGEHEART.]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- "uh-huh. it is. for you, that is. here."

he lowers his head down, and places the prey right in front of her, before he moves to gently lick a piece of sticking up fur on the top of her head. he gently looks over at the kits, and as excited as he is to see the little worms, he is mostly here for doepath. she deserves someone to check on her, doesnt she? he sits, trying not to take up more room than he needs to. hes a big cat, he knows that much, so hes gotta shrink himself as to not get in the way. his ears pin back ever so slightly as he moves his gaze back to the woman.

"how are you feeling, now? not too tired, I hope. though I suppose if anyone is allowed to be tired, it's absolutely you, doepath. you... did really good. I'm glad you're okay."

he keeps his voice low, so he doesn't wake anyone or bother doe either. she doesn't need to hear his annoying yampers of the world, now does she? no. she needs rest. he just wants to be sure she's okay. he can't sleep without knowing that. maybe that's part of why he's not sleeping very much at all.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── honestly, i thought that i would be dead by now ⋅❁⋅ calling security, keeping my head held down──┐‎

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  ORANGEPAW ✩ he/they, apprentice of thunderclan, 13 moons.
  ⭃ rather large polydactyl orange tabby with white markings, green eyes, a broken left hind leg, who's also littered in scars
  ⭃ npc x npc // no known family. mother is deceased
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ can hold his own in battle. semi easy to win against due to mostly using defensive moves. does not attack offensively.
  ⭃ penned by scar ↛ @salemdraws on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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