plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen | intro, lining nests

[angelpaw]

TAGS — Some cats may wonder why Angelpaw continues to leave his twoleg's nest and brave the cold just to sit in the fern-shrouded clearing of camp all day- and sometimes, Angelpaw wonders that too. It's not like he's ever been particularly motivated to dedicate himself to his apprentice duties, and his mentor hardly held him to it anyway. He refuses to share tongues with his clanmates and his lethargy makes him a chore to take on patrols. By all means, he is an oddity, even for a daylight apprentice. But somewhere in his core, he knows he could never stand to just sit in the windowsill all day, some sort of scraggly thing to be displayed; he is at the very least worth more than that, and he supposes he owes more than that to the cats from before he'd known SkyClan- not that he thinks about it consciously.

Today, Angelpaw is performing miracles: he is actually attending to one of the apprentice duties his mentor had assigned him. The lithe, young tom carries rabbit fluff towards the elders' den, preparing to line their nests with the insulating material. He almost looks like a WindClanner- he's skinny enough to fit in with the moor-running dogs, but he certainly lacks their... violence, he thinks. He hopes. Plumy tail flicking, he enters the elders' den and gets to work.​

 

[TANGERINE]

Wooly black ringlets bounce with every long bumbling step the young warrior takes. He’s not far out of the apprentice’s den himself and it’ll be several long moons before he is even considered to mentor anyone. So- it isn’t uncommon to catch the babbling tom constantly seeking the most apprentice-y type work.

Angelpaw, more of a ghost than a clanmate really. They seemed so, emotionally stagnant. Kept to themself and furthermore, did pretty much nothing.

The movement of such a cat, instantly drags the attention of the humming black curly furred warrior. you live! I was beginning to think you were one of those creepy twoleg garden things. k’now, the things with the lifeless eyes that stare into nothing Blacksheep chimes, hovering his paw above the ground for emphasis of the gnome height. that’s not to say YOU are creepy. Just that you seem- uh, nevermind dead behind the eyes?

elder’s den duties, eh? rotten luck. That’s okay though, they usually have good stories! You like stories huh? he jabbers on, like a fly swarming he trips over his paws subtly several times as he circles the guy.

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OOC INFO REF

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  BLACKSHEEP / fka. JASKIER / FORMER KITTYPET
  THIRTEEN MOONS / YOUNG WARRIOR / GAY
  ✧ black moggy with coarse curly fur and light amber eyes.
  ^ wears a silver necklace collar
  VOICECLAIM
  ♬ LIKES TO SING TALES ——— ✧
  
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[HOUND]

Angelpaw was not the only one who had got stuck on elders duty today, and although Fierypaw not necessery minded to hang around with the elders...they could talk a little bit too much sometimes for his own liking. Somehow they liked him though telling him all of their stories for a houndred time and despite him always being polite and respectful sometimes wished he could tear his own ears off just so he didn't to listen to the same story he had heard so many times he could tell it himself!.

Nevermind, he always come back and this past days he seemed more busy with his duties then usual now when his mentor was laying at her deathbed. Fierypaw entered the elders den and to his suprise saw he was not alone. Angelpaw was there. huh, that was a shocking sight to see them actually doing something besides giving the daylight apprentices such as himself a bad name. Blacksheep for some reason was in there too looking for his next victim to pest. Fierypaw would bitterly frown, unsure if he really liked Angelpaw. He seemed to be far to...off which was a bit creepy.

"Good to see you're actually doing something useful for once." He said after he had dropt down a squirrel for one of the elders to eat, his nose twitching. It was meant as a compliment...almost. " Blacksheep maybe you shouldn't hover over him like that...not everyone likes that." he decided to comment to the warrior stepping in to help Angelpaw out because that was what he did.



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[TWITCHBOLT]

He never meant to eavesdrop. Not at all, never- sometimes people just spoke a bit too loudly. His and was- fuzzy, occupied with a million thoughts and ideas, and yet- no ideas of how to go on. Normalcy shattered, all he thought to do was pace. Pace and pace and walk around and around until something distracted him. Anything. Never had he prayed for some cataclysmic event, but it might have been nice for something far away to... to explode or something. For something to shatter and dictate that event as the primary basis of every conversation. He'd never be able to think of anything else. Never be able to let his mind wander off somewhere- somewhere else...

With Blacksheep's words it seemed he got his wish- the citrus warrior spoke to Angelpaw of cursed things that lay in the gardens of Twoleg nests, as if dogs and monsters weren't bad enough! Those lanky things, too right and pink and flat-faced, poisoned the ground they worked on- damned it, he betted! Accursed the ground. "Lifeless eyes!?" he squeaked out, voice frayed as he clumsily backed away. And- and all Fierypaw cared about was usefulness! None of them had any sense of caution- it'd only land them at the venomous mercy of those garden things, he would bet. And they would not cry for his help when it happened.​

penned by pin ✧​

 

[angelpaw]

TAGS — You live! Angelpaw's ears twitch. He spends a few seconds staring at the nest he's been lining before lifting his dead-eyed gaze to Blacksheep, blinking slow while he rambles on at him about twoleg gardens and being not-creepy. Frankly, he doesn't appreciate the way the wool-furred warrior circles him. It sets even his dull nerves on edge; forces him to be oh-so-conscious of where his plumy tail laid and how close his limbs tucked into his body. Briefly he stares at the rabbit fluff he'd dropped on the floor to work into the nests. If Blacksheep is this talented at running his mouth, Angelpaw is doubtful he'll ever get a word in.

Thankfully there is a break in the conversation. "Stories are fine," Angelpaw informs, curling his tail around himself. He might have elaborated were it not for Fierypaw's appearance and subsequent comments. Honey-brown eyes flick up to the other daylight apprentice. There's a good number of SkyClan cats that don't seem to get along with him, and Angelpaw isn't necessarily upset by that- it seems that Fierypaw is among them. But his ears twitch again when the other apprentice advises Blacksheep to back off. Maybe he's not all bad, then.

Somewhere around him, Twitchpaw squeaks with terror. Maybe it's because he spends time at the twoleg nests every night, but he doesn't find the garden statues particularly scary. "They just sit and stare," he murmurs, finally returning his focus to the rabbit fluff, working it into the nests. "It's not like they can move." He considers what that means for Blacksheep's earlier comment, then dismisses the thought. Maybe he just sits and stares, too, but... he isn't right now. Besides, he isn't completely opposed to work. It's just tiring, and he can't do it for very long, and he gets such boring tasks, and.... Well. Angelpaw chews his cheek, but speaking any more seems like too much effort.​