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[SINGEGLARE]

*+:｡.｡ "Briarthorn is a pretty cool name, real tough soundin'" it was an odd day when a scoundrel like Singepaw spoke with sincerity. The boy looks his age as he scurries to keep up with the longer strides of his patrol-mates- in particular, Briarthorn. Of all the cats to form an unlikely bond with, would anyone have expected Singepaw to grow a soft spot for Shadowclan's newest warrior? After their time in the medicine den, and soon after Briarthorn's grief, Singepaw found that he quite liked the blunt, hard-working molly. She took on an owl, held her head high despite her tragedies, and was one of the few apprentices Singepaw managed to befriend before they became a warrior. It was pretty cool knowing someone who switched dens personally! Ceremonies were normally an impersonal affair for Sin, but he'd been genuinely excited for Briarthorn when she earned her name. It was about time he expressed that!

"What was it like, doin' your assessment? Hard? Is it different for every apprentice? " Despite being one of Shadowclan's more notorious trouble-makers, Singepaw's eyes glowed with a resoluteness to learn. He was determined to become one of Shadowclan's finest, so preparing ahead for his own future assessment was mandatory. "Do you miss the apprentice's den?" he asked suddenly, aqua blue eyes aglow.

@Briarthorn

*°:⋆ₓₒ Updated 4/15/24

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  GENERAL:
  ☄ Singepaw
  ☄ Cismale — He/him — Questioning sexuality
  ☄ 6 moons — Ages 1 moon every month on the 2nd
  ☄ NPC x Duckshimmer (brother to Swallowpaw, Sneezepaw)
  ☄ Shadowclan — Kit
  ☄ Apprenticed to Pipitclaw
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☄ Physically easy | mentally easy
  ☄ Attack in bold #b8312f
  ☄ Can be power played just ask
  injuries: Throat bite, flank scratches, various cutes [pained until 04/03/24]
  

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[Briarthorn]

.·:*¨༺🕷༻¨*:·. If not for the solidarity they had shared together in the medicine den not long ago, it was like Briarthorn would have already taken a swat at the chatter-box apprentice, like she would a fly that zipped around her whiskers. Against better judgment, however, the ebony warrior refrains, instead only giving Singepaw brief glances, morsels of attention. The sincerity in the younger toms compliment earns him less of a glare. "Mmhm." The hum is sharp, dismissive. When vivid aqua hues are suddenly fully on her and stretched wide with some sort of expectancy, Briarthorn suddenly feels as though she had been lured into some kind of trap, somehow. "Not for me, depends on how skilled you are, I’d guess." The warrior assessment had been the last of her worries. "If you fail, it’s no one’s fault but your own." She reaffirms her harsher statement with a simple shrug. Missing the apprentices den as a tangible thing was a hard no, but the memories are what Briarthorn wishes she could go back to. "No, and you won’t either." The young warrior assures Singepaw with a flick of her ear. If you make it that far. The thought is involuntary, and strangely… bitter on Briarthorns tongue. It would be a shame for a cat with so much potential to go and die, a waste.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── ALL YOU HAVE IS YOUR FIRE ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ AND THE PLACE YOU NEED TO REACH ──┐‎

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  BRIARTHORN ꔫ she/her, warrior of shadowclan, 12 moons.
  ⭃ slender, lean-muscled black she-cat with sharp hazel eyes & large ears.
  ⭃ daughter of Forestshade && Vulturemask ࿏ sister to Screechpaw && Sweetpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Despite his... lack of fondness for Singepaw, the tom listen in on the conversation between the newest warrior and the apprentice, keeping in stride with @MIREPURR while yellow gaze shift onto the two. It would not be long before he too would become a warrior, and... he was sure he would see the day he'd get his full name, after all he had been resiliant has he not? He survived the harshest of leaf-bare, had not caught yellowcough, and witness plenty of deaths of those around him, some older than him which did make him grimace at the thought that crept in his mind.

Singepaw had almost joined the stars, just simply sneaking out as a way to prove himself, and yet here he stood as if that day had not happened, and Briarthorn herself had sustained some injuries before her own warrior ceremony and yet she too stood tall and strong in front of them. "If an apprentice fails... would it also be the mentors fault? After all it is their responsibility to make sure we pass" he commented before his gaze flicked over to the lead warrior with a nervous twinge in his yellow eyes. Surely, the other was already having ideas about his own assessment, and he was sure the other worry that Snowpaw would fail, even if the tom had no plans on failing.

"Asking something like that is like asking you if you miss the nursery" he remarked towards Singepaw, which was true in its own way of course, Snowpaw knew he did not miss the nursery after all these moons, but.... the apprentice den had been where majority of his memories were made, where his friendships had grown. He remember when he was moving in and how Halfpaw had been allowed a spot next to Nettlepaw... as well as Thornpaw, but now, he was gone taken from them at a young age, his brother growing up to become a warrior to retrieve his name, such alike to Sweetpaw and Briarthorn as well as Screechstorm which made a slight frown peer on his lips, who next would never retrieve their name? It could be any of them.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You ve wasted your life , but thanks for applying ──┐‎

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  Snowpaw ❄ He/Him, apprentice of Shadowclan, 10 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Halfsun]

Halfpaw follows dutifully along with the rest of the patrol, falling behind so that she may walk with the small group of apprentices that was forming at the rear of their little procession. Briarthorn was a den-mate. Not a friend, but not exactly a stranger either. Just... older. They were out of each others realms by the gap that was their age and therefor Halfpaw had never even thought that they could be friends. But here was Singepaw, chatting it up with the now warrior. For some reason, the sight of it makes her stomach feel uneasy, makes the fur along her spine want to stand upwards. Her pelt twitches and she takes a moment to pause, to twist around and quickly smooth her fur back to perfection. She takes long strides to catch back up, a wide smile plastered on her face. "Cmon Briarthorn really? You don't miss us even a little bit?" she asks with a fake pout, her whiskers twitching as she thinks about the snoring, the kicking, the late night whispers. Surely it is not that much different in the warriors den though?

She does agree with her next words, that if you fail your assessment you have no one to blame but yourself and she finds herself nodding. Of course though Snowpaw just has to say something. "Nah some cats are just born stupid and weak Snowpaw and it's no ones fault but there own" Was that a harsh thing to say? Yes. Did she believe it to be true though? Also yes. If you had any shortcomings, it was on you to fix it, not someone else. Afterall, a mentor could only do so much.

( ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ) no fake friends, forced smiles, or favors

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  HALFPAW SHADOWCLAN APPRENTICE ; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO APPLEPAW, ASHENPAW, SWANPAW, GARLICPAW, THORNPAW AND LAURELPAW
  

  A fluffy she cat who's fur is half cream tabby, half blue tabby split by white. Her eyes are two mismatched shades of blue, with one being a light icy blue and the other being darker in color.

  ✦ Easy in battle + still learning how to fight
  

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