oldies station . intro

[maplepaw]

Maplepaw hated the cold. She imagined it was worse in Riverclan than other clans. The way the winds blew over the chilly water, sweeping up the radiating cold and delivering it straight to their door. It was as if the river was in cahoots with the wind. Feeding it, equipping it, and then sending it off with a mission to tear through any barriers their fur may have provided. It made her wish they lived among the trees, where at least the wind had a buffer. Maplepaw was almost glad when she was tasked with cleaning the elders' den. It seemed to be one of the safest places from the cold. But now she was done, and it was once again time to face the music. The icy, chilling, annoying music.

It seemed there was nothing left to do but sit and turn into a cat-shaped ice sculpture. And so she sat.. for about three seconds. There had to be something she could do to shake off the chill threatening to seize her body rigor mortis-style. Amber eyes scanned the camp, overpassing a green fluffy lump. She halted, eyes shifting back to that green fluff. Hmm… mossball. Well, why not? "Excuse me, I need to borrow this." The mossball's guardian, a small kit, stared at her in wonder. She scooped up the ball, and began tentatively batting it back and forth between her own paws, like a child who was rediscovering how to play. Hmm, this was actually kinda fun. She hadn't done this since she became an apprentice. She whacked it again, it rolled farther, she ran to catch it. Whack, roll, run. Huh, what a rush! She soon began losing herself in the motion of whack roll run, whack roll run, whack roll run. "WOOHOOO!" WOW this was fun. Like, WAY too much fun. Why did she ever stop playing mossball? Apprentice training was nothing compared to this. This was exhilarating!

Suddenly, she had an idea. This would be so much better with a partner. "Someone catch!" She whacked the ball away, hoping the zooming motion would pull someone in to join her.​

 

[SUNSPARK]

"Are you... crazy?" Sunpaw isn't really known to be one to mince words, even on a good day, but even this one slips out from over her tongue before she can really think about it. It's not that she has anything against Maplepaw having some fun, but she had been sitting across the way by the apprentice's den when she had seen Maplepaw approach. "Why'd you just take something from a kit? You could have just gone to get one of your own, you know," she mews slowly, her eyes narrowing just slightly, a faint tip of her head as though she's trying to look down upon Maplepaw.

Maplepaw whacks the ball away in an attempt to get someone to join in, but Sunpaw doesn't move from her spot. She never really got the chance to play kitten games when she was little anyway, and maybe she really should have just kept her mouth shut and left Maplepaw to her business, but she just flicks her tail over her paws and watches the ball roll away. It'd be... fun, but she's not about to eat her own words.

//ic opinions I'm sorry she's like this​

 

[HERONPAW !]

Commotion and laughter sounded from the clearing followed by Sunpaw's clipped words.
As he stepped out into the frigid air from the hazy warmth of the apprentices' den, he fluffed out his long pointed coat against the buffeting chill. There was a biting breeze rolling off the chilled river. Just now, as he stood, the river was gurgling in the distance through the stepping stones. Heronpaw swept his gaze over the sight before him. Maplepaw was playing with a green ball-like object and a kit stood near by with mouth agape. Sunpaw, who was closest to him, was leveling a glare at the tortoiseshell apprentice. Heronpaw narrowed his bright eyes on the brightly hued cat, buzkill.

Maplepaw hooted, "Someone catch!"

Blue eyes darted towards the flying, fluffy green object. It was a game of mossball! The kitten that still bundled itself inside of him had suddenly taken over and he found himself bounding across the camp. Sturdy, muscular legs launched him into the air with paws outstretched. A Large, webbed paws smacked the mossball from the air as he came back to the ground with a thud. His long, pluming tail was flicking wildly as he checked between his paws. The object was there, I got it! Forcing his head up and glancing back at Maplepaw, then at Sunpaw, with mischief beaming inside his icy eyes. "Why not join the game Sunpaw?" Heronpaw grinned a wide smile before launching the ball again with a massive sweeping arc. "Catch!" There was a part of him that hoped it would hit Sunpaw in the maw, but another part of him hoped that Maplepaw would swoop in or Sunpaw would join in. Three was better than two.

I HAVE TRIED OTHER THINGS ( BUT NOTHING CAN CAPTURE THE STING ) 𓆝･ﾟ:

• ooc.
• HERONPAW —— apprentice of riverclan . mentored by tba . turtletuft x troutsplash
  ✦ penned by DROID
  ✦ male . he/him . six moons . ages every 19ᵗʰ
  ✦ single . bisexual demiromantic . monogamist . open to petty crushes, short romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted . tag account when attacking
  —— no combat experience or training, very easy to beat
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacks, all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — toyhouse — spotify
  ✦ message junkyard.droid on discord for plots or go to 'droids-junkyard' in the riverclan server
  
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  a longhaired blue lynx point with low white and blue eyes. a feathery soft, longhaired, and thick furred tomcat of beautiful blue pigments. eyes a bright electrifying blue. strong and sturdy legs held by white webbed paws dimpled with pink pads. fangs peek out from under his lips due to their curious length. well cared for fur is attached to lean, hard packed newly earned muscle. an unconventional teenage heartthrob followed by a thick air of fresh apprentice confidence.

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[LAMBLEAP.]

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There was nothing wrong with having fun at all. At least, not in Lambleap's eyes. The former barncat had been watching Maplepaw smack the ball, then run, and then smack the ball and run again. He lets out a soft chuckle, watching the tortoiseshell apprentice have fun. He had been laying down, wanting no part of the game at first. After all, it was more of an apprentice's game.

The cream tabby laid his paws under him, watching the three apprentices. It was fun, watching children be children. Surely, he was sweet like that long ago, too. His eyes darted between the cats. At Sunpaw's remark, he glanced over. "I think it's fine for Maplepaw to have fun as long as she returns it to the kit," he stated, then glancing between the cats once again.​

 

[maplepaw]

At Sunpaw's appearance, Maplepaw's fur bristled. The very sound of her voice felt like a violation to her ears. Here she was, trying to have a little fun after alllll her hard labor, and in trots Sunpaw to steal her sunshine and joy. Did she think having fun was against the warrior code? With claws now digging into dirt and teeth clenching teeth, her eyes meet Sunpaw's through the veil of her uptipped nose. Count to three, Maplepaw, count to three. Instead of violence she chose to release an overly dramatic groan, "Oh come on Sunpaw, don't be such a wet mouse! He doesn't mind. He wasn't using it anyways." Not at that moment, at least. Lampleap's interjection made Maplepaw feel a little less stupid--it felt good to have a warrior validate her antics. "Thank you, Lambleap. We'll get it back to the lil' kit when we're done." She purred, casting a superior side-eye in Sunpaw's direction.

Before the two apprentices' confrontation could continue, Heronpaw swoops in to save the moment. With a skillful wave of his webbed paws, the mossball was now at his disposal. Maplepaw once again lights up and cheers him on. "Woohoo, Heronpaw!" The mossball was now barreling towards them. She crouched down, ready to pounce, but she would hesitate for a moment in case Sunpaw repented of her ways and decided to join the game after all.​