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[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ The apprentice rarely pokes her head out of Gentlestorm’s den, even to train or hunt. Her apprenticeship itself means little to her now, in the face of her clan’s splintering and her uncle’s near-grievous injuries. She may be set back in her training, but she has more important things to worry about—such as merely surviving to see the next month of her apprenticeship, and to see her family survive as well. But today, hunger sends Hopepaw to the prey pile, where she spots a plump mouse atop the pile. She snatches it up, ignoring the glance that a clanmate casts in her direction.

They turn to another cat and speak lowly. He, the clanmate says, and it takes Hopepaw a moment to realize that they are referring to her. The mouse in her mouth is momentarily forgotten, though she doesn’t return it to the pile. "She," the girl corrects, trying not to let her discomfort show. The gentle prickle of fur down her spine ripples uncomfortable, spilling her nerves into the open air. Why she feels nervous, the apprentice is uncertain—she is herself. She knows who she is. The rest of the clan will know as well, eventually. "Call me she." Even as she speaks, though, Hopepaw doesn’t make eye contact. She shouldn’t feel rude, informing her clanmate of her newfound identity, but she can’t shake the feeling. She just doesn’t want any of them to look at her any differently, now that she finally feels like she… fits.

an ancient spirit’s song 【❖】 will heal our wounds

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• HOPEPAW ❯❯ she/her, thunderclan apprentice
  ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac molly with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and sleepy, but can be a bit of a grouch.
  ⊱ daughter of batwing and leopardtongue (adopted by roeflame) ; sister to braveheart, hazepaw, cardinalpaw, coalpaw ; adoptive sister to beetlepaw, dovepaw, littlepaw
  ⊱ mentored by lovelight
  ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ; does not typically like physical contact from anyone besides her family
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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[SQUIRRELPAW]

Squirrelpaw couldn't claim to know what it was like, to feel different inside than others saw you on the outside. But she did know that she loved her clanmates, and would always support them, no matter what they called themselves, what they looked like, or what pronouns they preferred to use. It was a complex subject that she knew vastly little about, in truth, but it didn't matter to her how others chose to present themselves to the world, as long as they were nice! And Hopepaw was one of the better cats she knew. She'd not spent much time with her denmate one-on-one, but she knew the lilac apprentice had a good heart and that was enough to earn her favor.

The fluffy torbie had witnessed the interaction between Hopepaw and the two warriors from her perch nearby, her brow wrinkling in a deep frown. She couldn't hear what the other two were whispering about but she saw their pointed looks, and heard Hopepaw tell them to call her she. While uncertain exactly what was going on over there, it made Squirrelpaw unsettled to know that the other apprentice might be upset. She quickly leapt to her paws and bounded forward to Hopepaw's side, lightly brushing her tail across the girl's flank. "Yeah!" She shouted in the direction of the whisperers. "And she is far too pretty and cool to deal with you mousebrains, so mind your own business!" Turning back, she grinned cheekily. "You can eat with me, if you want?"

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• SQUIRRELPAW ♥ she / her, apprentice of thunderclan, 8 moons
  ⭃ lh blue torbie with high white and green eyes // slender but fluffy // excellent climber
  ⭃ single, crushing on no one // flamewhisker x flycatcher // mentored by lightflower
  ⭃ sister to bugpaw, ravenpaw, sunpaw, falconheart and stormfeather
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted // underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, feel free to dm for plots

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[Bugpaw !]

*+:｡.｡ Bugpaw is sleepy, kept awake by somber thoughts involving the future of their clan, her mamma's safety - her brother's - and so many more, including confusing feelings she can't quite shake off for Meadowpaw despite everything, so her paws are dragging when she makes her way to the prey pile. Blinking tired lemon eyes, she immediately notices Hopepaw, and smiles at her den-mate. It's a rare sight to see the pale tawny cat anywhere besides the medicine den, so she's happy to see him up and about, although he still seems troubled...Someone's whispering about Hopepaw just as Bugpaw belts a loud yawn.
"Call me she"

Bugapaw giggles, "W'hi she, nice to meet you! I'm Bugpaw" her favorite joke. She paws at the prey, searching through sleepy eyes for the-
wait.
She snaps her gaze back up, locking them on Hopepaw.
"You didn't say hungry?" she meows aloud, replaying the moment in her head. Smoke practically blooms from her ears as the cogs start turning before, at all once, the fluffy girl cries, "oh my starclan you're not hungry!" she laughs, dancing on her paws as her far more intelligent sister takes the moment more seriously. Oh right, yes, this was a very serious moment - although Bugpaw had very little understanding of the pressures that came with finding one's soul didn't quite match their titles of birth, she did remember her mamma talking to her about it. The image that always came to mind was a caterpillar prying through it's cocoon to become a beautiful butterfly - who would've thought that the sight in real life was just as impressive?

"Hold on hold on I got somethin for this!" Bugpaw giggles, sticking her paws in her fluffy white mane. She roots around for a moment - how much space is in there?! - and pulls out a few flowers. "I was saving these for my mamma, but i'm sure she won't mind waiting a little longer - do you want them, Hopepaw?" she asks, presenting her friend the celebratory gift. Ohhhh Bugpaw knew it was a good idea to collect these when she had the chance!

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  GENERAL:
  ♫ Bugpaw
  ♫ DFAB— She/Her
  ♫ 6 moons — Ages
  ♫ Daughter to Flamewhisker and Flycatcher
  ♫ Sibling to Falconheart, Stormfeather, Lilykit, Butterflykit, Scorchedpaw, Squirrelpaw, Sunpaw
  ♫ Thunderclan — apprentice
  ♫ Apprenticed to Falconheart
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ♫Physically easy | mentally easy
  ♫ Attack in bold pink
  injuries: None currently

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[ORANGEPAW.]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- orangepaw doesn't think he's stupid. no. not really. he just is a little spacey sometimes. he's got a good enough memory, he remembers everything told directly to him, even if he messes up a few words now and again. he isn't particularly steady on his paws, but he's always been a lot more clumsy than the cats around him. and he is always trying to smile or be happy, but that doesn't make him stupid. so, when hopepaw decides that using he, or him, doesn't work for her anymore, he understands what that means. it's not hard to, he thinks, because, well...

"oh, hopepaw, I got something that'll help with this, okay? hold on, I'll be riiiiight back, okay? don't go anywhere, please? thank you."

he turns and limps away as fast as he can carry himself with further hurting anything. he comes back, a little winded but with a bright smile and a flower in his jaws. one that he kept hidden away in his nest. he is pretty sure it's got no herbal value, but what does he know, hm? he places the flower on the young molly's head, and he starts to giggle.

"you know... I was born a molly, too! but then I decided I didn't want to be one so... I'm not! I'm proud of you, hopepaw. i know I seem airheaded and not very bright other than in color but I know what that feels like! always be yourself. don't let anyone tell you what you are and what you aren't. only you know who that is, okay? okay. I gotta go lay down now. I'm really tired. but when I get better... I'll show you my favorite patch of flowers in the territory for your fur, okay?"

he really is proud of her. like an older brother would be proud of his now little sister. she deserves the good that comes from feeling like something is finally right.

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  ORANGEPAW ✩ he/they, apprentice of thunderclan, 10 moons.
  ⭃ rather large polydactyl orange tabby with white markings, green eyes, a broken left hind leg, and scars on his face and right side
  ⭃ 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 expereince alone.
  ⭃ penned by scar ↛ @salemdraws on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[braveheart : ̗̀➛]

☀ . ° ✦ Now that Hopepaw and Coalpaw had outgrown the nursery and given the responsibilities as apprentices, Braveheart had imagined they would all find much more time together than before, no longer forced to remain within the boundaries of camp.

How unfortunate their apprenticeship took a step in such unsteady times. Skyclaw had been vicious and brutal, and much of his time was spent worrying for his siblings safety. They were all strong-willed and hard-headed, justice seekers just like their parents. But for so long their numbers felt bleak, and fighting felt useless because of it. It was most certainly a death wish until... well, until it all finally broke apart and Skyclaw had been fallen to Raccoonstripe.

Rebuilding and repairing the distrust between the Clan had left Braveheart whirling, so much so that when he heard Hopepaw speak he hadn't thought it was in regards to her until she spelled it out for him. "Oh, I got ya." The smile on Braveheart's muzzle grew. "I've uh, I never thought I'd have a sister before." He would have to bring the news to Hazepaw and Cardinalpaw right away! "I think I like it." Orangepaw has more helpful, personal advice. It's not an experience Braveheart will ever feel, and so he just nodded in support of the younger apprentice comforting his newfound sister.

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  BRAVEHEART — HE/HIM ･ 11 MOONS ･ THUNDERCLAN & WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY beatae!

  A Longhaired chocolate tabby with a white locket and deep blue eyes. A large cat who stands tall and proud. His coat is thick with long wispy curls. Severe scars from owl talons stretch across his shoulders and another that starts from his back down his left thigh.

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[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ She stands with shoulders drawn up, entire body tense, a branch splintering, threatening to snap beneath some unforeseen weight. There is no reason for her nervousness. She knows that her choice—her existence—will be respected, but she has only told her uncle so far, and she’s certain that Gentlestorm would accept her even if she were to grow a second tail, or wings. Her uncle is kind like that, generous and caring. And her clan… it seems they all care for her, as well. Squirrelpaw’s bright voice is the first to speak up in her defense, although the sharp words are a bit unnecessary. Still, the lilac apprentice appreciates it. Mousebrains, she thinks as a feather-soft smile spreads across her muzzle. The younger apprentice is kind, and she invites Hopepaw to eat with her. Copper eyes brighten, radiant happiness shining there for a heartbeat.

The girl is about to accept Squirrelpaw’s invitation when Bugpaw begins to dig through the prey pile, giggling out a joke so immature and downright dumb that Hopepaw can’t fight off the short laugh that bursts from her mouth. Thankfully the girl seems to understand after a moment, and digs through her own thick mane of fur to find… something. A lilac brow raises, bemused, but she is patient as Bugpaw searches for something. And when the other apprentice produces a few flowers from her pelt, something softer overtakes her expression. This kind of care, friendliness, is… new. Different. Hopepaw doesn’t know what to make of it. "Oh… thank you. They’re lovely." She feels a bit guilty, for taking what should have been Flamewhisker’s, but she appreciates the gift nonetheless. There will always be more flowers to gather, after all.

Her paw raises to trace along the petals of the flowers that Bugpaw has offered her, and she’s only drawn from her admiration by Orangepaw’s joining in on the conversation. It’s a comfort, to know that the tom is immediately accepting of her declaration, and the girl waits patiently for her injured friend to return. A part of her wants to go with him, to help support him as he limps off, but she should let him do things on his own. He doesn’t need her to… hover. And it’s clear, when he returns, that he understands her more deeply than anyone else here. Don't let anyone tell you what you are and what you aren't. She blinks harshly, and nods in response to his new promise. She’ll get to see the territory with him, even if it takes another month before it’s possible. The flower atop her head shifts, nearly falls off, and she lifts a paw to cover her laugh. "Thank you…" It truly is meaningful, that her peers have such a positive reaction to her new identity—but she supposes this was to be expected, since she isn’t the first and won’t be the last to come forth with such a change.

Her older brother’s appearance makes her worry rise once again, copper eyes wide as she turns to look at him. The tiniest bolt of guilt strikes through her like a static shock, and she is left feeling a bit unsteady on her paws. She’d meant to tell all her older siblings before anyone else, but now Braveheart knows. Should she… say something else to him? I never thought I’d have a sister before. I think I like it. "I think… I like being your sister," she offers to her older brother. A smile settles onto her face once again, and she tilts her head toward the mouse that’s now lying at her paws. "Do you want to share?"

an ancient spirit’s song 【❖】 will heal our wounds

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• HOPEPAW ❯❯ she/her, thunderclan apprentice
  ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac molly with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and sleepy, but can be a bit of a grouch.
  ⊱ daughter of batwing and leopardtongue (adopted by roeflame) ; sister to braveheart, hazepaw, cardinalpaw, coalpaw ; adoptive sister to beetlepaw, dovepaw, littlepaw
  ⊱ mentored by lovelight
  ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ; does not typically like physical contact from anyone besides her family
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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[WOLFPAW]

Gender was something the kitten had considered for but a spell, before deciding that it wasn't for them. There were, if other kits were anything to go by, girly things to do and boy-y things to do, and perhaps an expectation, no matter how unserious, that they would do more boy-y things. But they saw bucks and saw does and decided that neither suited them, they didn't want to be a deer at all. It had been the way it was for moons now and few had questioned it, but now, Wolfpaw found themself at the precipice of another's conflict with gender and all they could do was blink confusedly towards the other.

'Call me she,' Hopepaw said, and Wolfpaw's orange eyes blinked rapidly. "She...paw?" Their question was silent, confused, before they realised what exactly the other apprentice had meant. They didn't want a new name, only a new way of being addressed, something that had been easy for them but perhaps not as easy for the lilac molly. Wolfpaw did not know they had been blessed with an early revelation until they stared at the other, the way her fur ripples down her spine as if expecting negative feedback. Their heart ached for them as they moved closer, a small smile etched upon their muzzle in a display of support. They wouldn't ever know what it meant to be a girl, but they hoped Hopepaw enjoyed it - their sister was a girl, and their sister was awesome.

"You're awesome, by the way." They decided based on only the finest of evidence, nodding their cranium as Hopepaw went to share their meal with Braveheart. A pang in their belly reminded them that they should seek permission to eat too before the next patrol, unless Rowanthorn wanted a half-dead apprentice (hyperbole, perhaps). "Enjoy your mouse. I hope... I hope it feels less heavy to eat, now that you're not carrying the burden of being a cat you're not." She could be a she-cat now, open and proud.



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