penacony: land of festivities [phase iii] apprentice corner

[erminepaw]

A celebration, as far as Erminepaw was concerned, was an excellent idea. After all, WindClan was very well stocked all things considered, they were fed, and comfy and he'd even heard talk from the warriors that their herb supply was looking great too! What's not to celebrate? It's definitely still cold, though, and the blue sepia shivers slightly as the slight breeze in the air buffets his thin pelt, but he's determined to have fun and force the other apprentices to have fun as well! What better way to bring peers closer together than over some fresh kill?

There's a couple rabbits on the prey pile, and Erminepaw's mouth waters at the sight alone, so he grabs one and then a mouse, carrying them over to a small gathering of apprentices enjoying the festivities but who have yet to get a bite to eat for themselves, and he drops the delicious meal onto the ground with an impishly wide grin.

"Who's ready to feast!" The apprentice cheers, and though it's a question, he does not phrase it as such... more of an excited command, reverting to the slightly bossy disposition he'd been known to sport when he'd still had his 'kit title. Though that was less than a full moon ago, it somehow feels like it's been absolutely ages. "I can't wait to see snow later in the season! I've never seen snow before... have you?" As he asks his question, he takes a bite from the rabbit, enjoying the juicy meal.

all you wanted // i could be

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  (img) Erminepaw * he/him * 6 moons
  short furred blue sepia with low white and pale yellow eyes
  Mentored by Featherspine
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots

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[ROWANPAW]

The calico does not understand the call for a celebration, truthfully. It is not as if leafbare was done just because the fresh-kill pile was stacked and the herb stores were plentiful. More wind and cold could still be well on its way for all they knew. So, Rowanpaw does not necessarily partake in high spirits; their clanmates engage in storytelling and feasting in the meanwhile. Even Erminepaw trots over toward the circle of gathered apprentices with a couple of catches in his maw. The tunneler eyes them, a wariness still lingering in their bi-colored gaze — was it wise to eat to their hearts' content?

While their peers begin tearing into the rodents, Rowanpaw maintains their composure and sits back quietly as Erminepaw engages in conversation. He was awfully optimistic about seeing snow with his own eyes; they don't appreciate the frost so far so they doubt that they'll like the snow any better. "Most of us were born after last leafbare, so likely not." Rowanpaw points out, wearing a neutral expression like usual. The calico was one of the oldest apprentices present, and even their memory of leafbare was fuzzy. "Viperpaw and I were only newborns when..."

They trail off, biting their tongue and processing their planned response cautiously. Rowanpaw should not be discussing the detailed circumstances of their birth—the fact that they were carried through the snow in order to be handed over to WindClan. The revelation is still fresh in their mind, unraveling the seams of their reality every time they even think about what Sedgepounce admitted to them. "Well, we were born on the tail-end of leafbare. I don't remember it at all, really." Rowanpaw concludes their thought, twitching the tip of their tail and lowering their gaze to the ground pensively.

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐃 ✹ . + ˚ · 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍

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  — rowanpaw / twelve moons / they/she pronouns
  — windclan tunneler apprentice / mentored by swiftshade
  — snakehiss† x berrysnap / littermate to viperpaw and privetfrost
  — sh black/tortie chimera w/ blue and amber heterochromia, scratches across right eye
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[breezepaw]

:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·: breezepaw readily accepts the chance to fill her belly. there was no telling how long she'd be able to, they'd all need every bit of strength. she had already indulged, still a frosty gaze settles on erminepaw's offering. he had brought it, it's more rude to deny.

her tongue washes over her muzzle, head imperceptibly shaking. another time, later when there weren't so many sets of judgmental eyes. instead, she satiates herself with the conversation presented. leafbare, all of its whims... or whatever. erminepaw should have known without rowanpaw's explanation that they were all too young to know what snow was like, but she holds her tongue.

"whatever it's like, it better not stick around for long." she huffs idly, licking a paw to draw over her ear. the warriors griped about how it was cold, how it clung to their fur like burrs, how they woke up buried with frozen tails and whiskers. breezepaw wanted no part. if it was so bad, they'd all see her come newleaf when it melted away. she'd much rather live solely under the tunnels than suffer what sounded like such a bleak existence.

‎‎HEY YOU, BIG STAR // ✧ TELL ME WHEN ITS OVER ☽✧:·.

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• BREEZEPAW ✦ SHE/HER, WINDCLAN APPRENTICE, 8 ☾.
  ✧ a small, yet leggy longhaired blue point chimera with icy eyes and a long tail.
  ✧ rattleheart x venomstrike / / littermate to thistlepaw, bunnypaw, splinterpaw, and crunchypaw.
  ✧ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ battle info
  ✧ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Puddlepaw.]

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Spirits are high all around Puddlepaw, and yet the molly seems strangely calm - contented, it sems, by the thought of having a full belly once more. The wind still tugs gently at her fur now and then, but it's far more tolerable today - warmer to, if she really thinks about it Mismatched gaze flits about her denmates as she hums to herself, teeth tearing into tender flesh as she chews - swallowing carefully before turning owlish stare upon erminepaw. " No, " she answers - some of the older tunneler apprentices may have, but she is not one of them - barely half-way through her training. " I've heard its very pretty though - shiny, " she's heard cats coats compared to it, the most pristine whites - surely, it'd been meant as a compliment.

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[Brackenpaw]

They don't spend much time around Erminepaw but they like to think she can read those around her pretty okay. For example, an impish grin usually is a cause for trouble. There's no grand schemes though, they raise a paw to clean the dirt from the tunnels out of their pawpads. Casting a glance to the other apprentices gathered, absent-mindedly fretting over Tigersting cooped up in the medicine cat den. She catches herself in their concerns, frowning to themself and willing their mind to just focus on the group they're with.

Rowanpaw answers the question first, and it brings Brackenpaw pause as she stares at the other calico. The pair are close in age, they had shared the nursery when the snowfall covered the ground. A scarred nods in agreement as they then cast their eyes onto the rabbit laid down. "It's cold but… It's cold right now, I think I remember it looking pretty?" It's a weak add-on to the conversation. Puddlepaw in a way confirms it, saying she's heard that it's pretty without seeing it for herself. They find their mind agrees on Breezepaw's assertion, the quicker it went the better truly.

It won't leave though, weather has a horrible habit of sticking around. At least the tunnels shouldn't be so bad when it snows, what if they get snowed in though? Is that something that can happen? They suppose that doesn't matter in this moment. "Thanks for grabbing this Erminepaw" she hadn't been given the chance to grab the prey themself but it all seemed overwhelming so it was nice that she didn't need to do it.

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  Brackenpaw ✩ They/she, tunneler apprentice, 13 moons
  
  
  ⸙ A scowling, tiny calico who still needs to grow into her ears.
  ⸙ Mentored by Scorchstar | Formally mentored by Bluefrost.
  ⸙ Speech, thoughts, attacking.
  ⸙ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ( underline and tag when attacking ).
  ⸙ All opinions are IC only.
  penned by Juice.
  

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[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ "I kinda like it when it's cold " Frightpaw mews, a challenge glinting in her pearly teeth as she slips free of Brackenpaw's shadow like a wraith come to life, "Brings people together " this is said as a tease as she pressing against Brackenpaw, who's fur is considerably shorter than her own. There's a great satisfaction to be had, knowing her long, whispy fur can bring warmth to those who lack it, especially when the one is Brackenpaw.

Aside from sticking close to her favorite person, Frightpaw has little opinion of the changing season. Her nose hurts, there's that, and getting prey for her 'Appa is going to be annoying, but otherwise, she doesn't mind the challenges. Although...she taps her chin, thoughtfully recalling a weather pattern she had enjoyed in the past. "The spring is going to be beautiful, I'm sure " she muses, recalling the vibrant flowers that had come after the cold season, "that I can't wait for "

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  ☾ Frightpaw
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 9 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan apprentice
  ☾ Sister to Deathpaw, Witherpaw, Grasspaw, Whitepaw and Midnightpaw
  
  
  
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  ☾Physically easy | mentally medium
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

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[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ Vulturepaw was a child born on the cusp of newleaf, heralding the blooming season like a sprouting bud. He was blessed by renewal, blissfully unaware of the upheavals in distant lands. All that he had to be concerned with was the softness of petals against his fur and the slow warming of the world as it thawed.

All of that is too distant to grasp now, more an aching feeling in her chest than a proper memory. When Vulturepaw thinks of her childhood, it comes increasingly in hazy fragments. The cracks in dusty earth, the fire on the horizon, the feeling of her father's warm fur against her own. She remembers newleaf as little as she remembers Michael, and yet it lingers in her blood as much as any inheritance. Dark tabby fur and golden eyes that catch on every velvet petal.

She has little to contribute to the conversation, lingering on the side with a self-protective curl to the curve of his spine. His memories are rooted far too deep to climb from his throat. Instead, he clears it awkwardly. "I heard, um..." A warbling yelp of a phrase, petering out quickly.

His eyes fix upon his paws, and his voice softens. "The warriors say that in newleaf thh-there's flowers everywhere," they murmur almost reventially, as if sharing a secret. They can hardly imagine it, and yet they've spent their whole life chasing it. A camp full of blossoms plucked by careful teeth. An inherited memory of childish comfort; it feels unreal. She exhales slowly.

She'd like to see it. They just have to make it through this cold first.

I HAD TO LEARN THAT THE HELPING HAND ⛧ CAN BE THE SAME THAT HOLDS THE KNIFE

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  VULTUREPAW ⛧ he / she / they, apprentice of windclan, ten moons.
  ➳ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ➳ skittish and dour, with a superstitious sort of pessimism.
  ➳ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze.
  ➳ sibling to dustpaw, bilberrypaw, mourningpaw and weepingpaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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