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The first thing Featherpaw had done when he had been unleashed from the care of the medicine cats was train. The other apprentices looked down on him with disdain for being no fun, for having no capability to relax- he knew it. Even her own mentor had told her to relax. But, after waiting restlessly for the gash along her spine to heal, Featherpaw had done quite enough relaxing, thank-you-very-much. Snowy paws padded back into camp, placing a catch atop the pile. She was learning again... hunting, of course, but making progress. When her hunting was perfectly honed, she would take another step toward warriorhood.

Suddenly, there were eyes on his back. He could feel it- someone surveying him, tracing their beady little eyes upon the torn flesh on his spine. Featherpaw's pupils slit, and she whipped her head around like a striking viper. "What?" Featherpaw spat, already bristling, uncaring of who was on the other end of her barbed tone. All she wanted was for them to stop- stop staring, stop studing her, stop thinking about how weak she had been. He had already vowed to be better.
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*+:。.。 "YEEP!" a cry escapes from a small patch of long grass nearby. There's a millisecond of silence - as though whoever had just been spotted debated whether to try and save their concealing by remaining quiet, only to immediately change their mind as a flurry of giggles makes the grass shiver. Then, fueled by a sudden burst of adrenaline, the child known as Frightkit lunges out of the grass. Her back was arched and she instinctively stood with her flank towards Featherpaw, but her almost-alabaster gaze was bright with mirth. She dances on her toes back and forth, perhaps challenging Featherpaw to play, perhaps eyeing the other up to see if she was about to get attacked, before - should Featherpaw not actually act - suddenly diving back into the grass.

There, she resumed her giggling, wiggling her rump as she waited to see what Featherpaw would do. Most of her den-mates would take the challenge and chase after her, so she expected as much from Featherpaw. Perhaps a mistake, considering there was very little (to put it generously) playfulness in the serious apprentice's sharp yellow eyes. But that wasn't about to stop Fry as she continued to wait, bated breath, for some sort of act.

If Featherpaw chose to do nothing, then Fry would simply continue to watch, her original goal had been to observe the apprentice whether he liked it or not. Since she'd been in the medicine cat's den for so long, she was an even newer face among the new faces to Frightkit, and that meant a whole new cat to befriend! But first, she wanted to see what secrets the fiery tabby had in store for Fry in his daily life!


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    GENERAL:
    Frightkit
    DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
    2 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
    Windclan Kit
    Sister to Deathkit, Witherkit, Grasskit, Whitekit and Midnightkit

    COMBAT:
    Physically very easy | mentally very easy
    Attack in bold #1b1e21
    injuries: None
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Integrating herself back into clan-life had been an adjustment to say the least.
Still, she had found her way home to the moorlands, her grief and anger now laced within her mornings runs. How she had missed flying across the moors, even if the exercise was being used more as an emotional scapegoat then anything at the moment.
Her long limbs still burned, even long after she had returned to camp. From where the scarred warrior was attempting to recover, the sight of Featherpaw traipsing back into camp was hard to miss, proudly placing her catch atop the rest of the fresh-kill.
What? The young cat suddenly snaps, giving away Frightkits formerly hidden position as the kitten springs back with a shriek.
Brows knitted together with mostly confusion, Echolight tilts her head.
"Perhaps she was… simply trying to admire your impressive catch, Featherpaw." The older molly offers kindly, though her words are debatable considering the kits current odd display.

"Speech."
[ WHAT A TIME ]
 
AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — It would be a lie for Rattleheart to say that he didn't worry about Featherpaw, her determination an admirable trait and a killer all wrapped up into one sinister doubled-edged sword. His family was intimately familiar with the consequences of overworking themselves, and he often found himself anxious over the fact that Featherpaw seemed to be following in their pawsteps. Though he was sure the apprentice wouldn't agree, considering she had already spent so long tucked away and hidden in order to heal. At least it didn't seem like she was working herself ragged just yet, even if her sharp voice and barbed glare were enough to make the lead warrior wince. That wasn't a side effect of her working, instead just seeming to be a part of her personality that was unlikely to fade anytime soon.

Watching the odd exchange between Featherpaw and Frightkit, the tunneler eventually made his way over to stand near Echolight's side - dipping his head in her direction as silent greeting to the still-adjusting former loner. "I think Echolight was right. Either that, or Frightkit is simply excited to be an apprentice one of these days as well. I'm sure it has lost some of its luster for you by now, but just think back to when you were a kit." It seemed like becoming an apprentice would only be an even more exciting event, considering apprentices would no longer have to worry about suddenly being thrust into unneeded battles under Sootstar's rule. Not that it was going to become easy - they still needed skilled warriors, after all. "That is a very good catch right now, by the way. I know the moors aren't exactly forgiving at the moment." Hunting was certainly easier down in the tunnels during Leafbare, when all the prey was eager to hide away from the chill conquering the moors.


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    longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
    48 moons old; ages the 1st every month
    afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
    homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
    sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
    currently mentoring downypaw
    somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
    "speech", thoughts, attacking
    peaceful powerplay allowed
    all opinions are ic
 
Unbeknownst to her, Midnightkit would someday be in a very similar position as Featherpaw was in now. Her sickly body would never fully strengthen, given the traumatic circumstances of her birth, and she would likely spend a good deal of time in the Medicine Den. She already saw quite a lot of Wolfsong and Cottonpaw, thanks to her underdeveloped lungs giving her grief any time she exerted herself. But for now, she thought nothing of weakness, be it her own or anyone else's. She didn't pay much attention to the wounds on Featherpaw's body; instead, she marveled at the funny interaction happening between the apprentice and her sister.

"Watcha doin'?" she mumbled indifferently as she stumbled up to the group, her big blue eyes trained on Frightkit's weird posturing. Why was she standing like that? It didn't look very comfortable. Idly, the tiny kit decided to try and mimic her sibling's stance, arching her back as much as she could before her little legs almost buckled. She rolled clumsily into the dirt with a soft oof, a frown furrowing her face as she struggled to sit back up. A vicious sneeze wracked her body as the dust from her tumble settled around her, and she blinked annoyedly up at her elder clanmates, wriggling her nose in distaste though she said nothing else.
 

A kitten- it was embarrassing, almost, but Featherpaw doubled down on her freezing demeanour as soon as Echolight attempted to diffuse the situation. A boarlike snort of indignation left the marble-striped tom's nose. "I'm not stupid," he spat at Echolight- it was nothing to do with his catch. Frightkit wouldn't be teetering so weirdly if she was, she'd just demand to be given it, and Featherpaw would have to relent because it was the done thing with kittens, or whatever. The niceties were lost on him- all he wanted to do was for everyone to stop creeping up behind him. Stop- looking, slobbering like that...

Rattleheart foolishly backed Echolight up. Normally Featherpaw could tolerate them, but today the black-and-white warrior earned a sharp glare of indignation. Think back to when you were a kitten. Featherpaw sniffed, finding the very idea of reminiscing on that repulsive. He did not want to think about being a kitten, when he already felt so childlike and weak. Rattleheart's compliment only earned a blink, a dip of the head, frost still crawling through her blood. There was something to be dealt with, after all.

Sun-sharp eyes flickered to the kitten- now a pair, Midnightkit having joined. His voice did not lose its thorns as he spoke to them- "Well, here's a b-buh... big grown up lesson for b-b-both of you." She laced herself with sarcasm, words sweetened poison, falsely saccharine before dipping into bitter bite. "Sneaking up on Clanmates is a good way to get slapped and called a p-p-puh... pest."
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[ ༻ ❊ ༺ ] The sharp words of Featherpaw and both Midnightkit and Frightkit who seemed only just curious of the apprentice made a frown peered on the tom's lips. Echolight and Rattleheart seemed to try and defuse the situation yet thorny words pricked the air and Lakekit frowned slightly as he silently approached the two other kits attempting to bat gently at Frightkit before jumping away from the younger kit and looking at Featherpaw.


"You're mean" he simply stated towards Featherpaw, his gaze darkening a bit before looking at Midnightkit who had attempted to copy Frightkit and only to fail. A grimace peered on Lakekit's face as his tail twitched gently. The two had meant no harm to the apprentice, and if all apprentices were like this then... Lakekit faired better to avoid them, but Echolight and Rattleheart was nice and he could try and entertain the two sisters if Featherpaw wanted to be a prickly thorn bush.

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  • Lakekit AMAB, He/Him, Kit of Windclan, 3 moons.
    LH Rosette Lynx Minx with low white and bi-color eyes
    NPC X NPC
    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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Ohmygosh! Featherpaw is free! Pinkpaw is barelling toward her the moment she sees her... which is apparently several moments after a bunch of other cats have already seen her which is totally not fair... including one of the bajillion new kittens who squeals and then... seems to be challenging Featherpaw to a game! Too bad he didn't know the rules... She knows he doens't cause not even Pinkpaw knows about this game in particular and she's really good at them!

The warriors propose that Frightkit was simply impressed by Featherpaw's catch, but nuh - uh... No way... " Wait, your name's Frightkit? " It's like the coolest names ever! If she could ever name kits she'd give them great names like um, Lovelykit and Happykit and Warriorkit so they'd all grow up with very good expectations " Frightkit's just fulfilling the prophecy of her name! EEP! " Pinkpaw mimics, before bursting into a flurry of googles. What a funny sound!

Watcha doin'? suddenly asks a sorta sleepy looking kit. " Having fun! " Pinkpaw answers, except she's apparently completely wrong. Whoops! " Frightkit's just practicing! " she insists to her friend. " Frightkit, you can practice with me! Teach me the game! " she insists, mimicking Frightkit's pose with more success than Midnightkit which she feels totally proud of even though she's not a kit. But she was one like, um, three moons ago so she can still play with kits, she's pretty sure!

She's so ready to play like a thousand rounds of Mossball until kitten number one million appears and calls Featherpaw mean. Pinkpaw can't stand for that! " Nuh - uh! " she argues concisely.
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  • NOTE: SHE IS A FEVER COAT BABY!!
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  • ( IT'S TIME TO START A FUCKING RIOT, RIOT! ) PINKPAW APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHPAW, DOWNYPAW, & FINCHPAW.
    —— SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
    —— CURRENTLY 7 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH

    A tiny, longhaired calico she - kit with sunburst eyes ringed blue around her pupils (central heterochromia). While you can clearly see her flame markings on her face, the rest of her body is currently covered by a grey fever - coating. Though the whites of her are still very much visible. Pinkpaw bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
    HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pinkpaw is a very irrational and childish character!​