sensitive topics put on a happy face then everything's okay // intro.

[✧ Honeybadger.]

THIS IS HOW LEGENDS ARE MADE
honeypaw | 08 months | trans. male | he/him | physically medium | mentally medium | attack in bold #fed053

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There is little the boy treasures more than his little sister - not starclan, not windclan, not even sootstar. Honeypaw can hardly recall a time where he did not live for her - as their protector, the 'man' of the family. Bearing the brunt of their mothers sharp-tongued worry, her violent fury after their fathers passing. She'd always been the light of his life - what had made it worth bearing such a burden. She was his everything. And little has changed, even with honeythroat finally out of the picture - there is always a new worry, a new threat. It's simply the life of a warrior, the life of a windclanner.

The stout-figured boy strides into camp proudly, npc mentor not far behind, but sterling silver gaze is meant for only one. A rabbit hangs limply from powerful jaws, the perfect catch, and he is all but beaming in his contentment. His gift is laid carefully at his colorful paws as he looks about, neck craning to see past the mulling figures of their clanmates. "Has anyone seen Beepaw? I caught this for her," he chirps, voice bright and cheery, hoping that someone - anyone - will know where she has wandered off to. He only hopes she's not been sent out on patrol while he was away - it'd be a shame to not share his prize with her.

// tw: brief mention of no good very bad mom
he's looking for @Beepaw but no need to wait

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[parsnippaw]

As always, Parsnip is waiting around for either something to happen or for Flametrot to grab him. She's resting right now, though, so he was really doing more of the former than the latter. He drags a lazy paw around in the sand below, making crude looking shapes. He rubs his paw over them, smoothing it out so he can start again. It's boring being an apprentice.

Honeypaw strides in to camp with unmatched confidence, a huge rabbit held in his mouth. Parsnip offers no congratulations, staring in complete silence as Honey struts forth. The rabbit, laid slain, is at the other boys paws now and he asks if anyone has seen his sister. Parsnip, still sitting in silence, shakes his head. He has not seen Beepaw, Parsnip doesn't even remember the last time he interacted with her. He lets the question hang heavy in the air, an irritable twitch of his ear when no one else immediately chimes in. "Ya want help finding her?" he finally speaks up, cocking his head slightly as he stares down his nose. Two eyes are better than one, or was it two pairs of eyes? Eh, he didn't remember the saying.​

"speech"​

 

[sparkspirit]

Sparkspirit does not quite know what it's like to care for someone so wholly. That sounds awful of him, doesn't it? His family had been so good at first. He remembers running about with his sister when they were kittens, skidding along the ice that made up part of WindClan's exposed camp. He remembers talking with Brightshine and Heavy Snow, or his mother. They were a family, they were good. When had that changed? Logically he knows that it was with Yewberry. As soon as the tom made his allegiances clear, the rest of the world had shattered. They were traitors. They were weak and unable to serve WindClan. They deserved better warriors; he deserved a better family. And so Sparkspirit had carved them out. Even now he rarely speaks to his relatives. If forced to, he'll entertain a conversation. If he's alone with his grandmother it's harder to maintain stony silence. She remembers him.

He wishes he could just be forgotten. At the same time, however, he misses being missed the way that Honeypaw misses Beepaw. He misses connection and family. Jealousy is a tired thing, a bitter-angry emotion, and Sparkspirit does what he can to smother it in the face of the apprentices. "That's a good catch," he focuses on instead, electric gaze bright with the beginnings of a smile. "I'm sure she'll appreciate it– it'll probably fill more than just her own belly, though."

˗ˏˋ〘  OOC ･ ｡ﾟ🗲 REFERENCE 06.26.2023 〙´ˎ˗

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• sparkspirit, sparky. dmab male, he - him - his.
  ──── moor runner warrior of windclan; is very loyal to his clan.
  ──── 09 moons old. born on 12.15.22, and ages 85% real time.
  ──── echolight x elmbreeze, adopted by yewberry. brightfam?
  
  a long-limbed, trim mock tortoiseshell tom with mostly black fur splashed with the occasional patch orange. he has a singular white mark on the back of his neck shaped similarly to a lightning strike, and a small scar across the bridge of his nose. his eyes are a shocking electric blue.
  
  his apprenticeship has treated sparkspirit well. a newly-named warrior, he is lean and well-muscled, with paws accustomed to long treks throughout the moorland. he is deceptively sturdy and heavier than one might expect.

• "speech"

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[Beepaw —]

Beepaw looked up at her name being said, scrambling up from her place next to a couple other apprentices and scampering over to her big brother. "Whatcha got there Honeypaw? Is that fer me?" She peers up at him, her tiny scruffy frame wiggling with excitement. He had gotten it!! For her!! He'd done that for her! She couldn't take her eyes off of him, even as two others were likely staring at her and thinking she was the weirdest little thing they'd ever seen. She was sickly small, only recently having been given the go-ahead to start full-time training like the other apprentices. It was only her and Honeypaw, so that meant they had to stick together. It meant they only had each other, and believe her when she says he's her favorite cat in Windclan. If asked if she was more loyal to the leader, the clan, or to her older brother, she would adamantly admit to prioritizing her brother over it all. It was a fault she had no intention of 'fixing' or even to acknowledge.
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walk "talk." thought​

penned by helly​

 

[Badgermoon]

Badgermoon rolled over, narrowing his yellow eyes at the unexpected ripple of noise prompted by Honeypaw's entrance into camp. It had disrupted his nap - quite a good one, too, and sorely needed, considering how poorly he had been sleeping lately. "Found her." the bicolor tom proclaimed with an upward quirk of his brows, eyeing Beepaw as she skittered to her brother's side, practically aglow with glee. Badgermoon rested his head on his forepaws and flicked his inky tail, contemplating what more - if anything - he wished to say. Finally, the deputy added, "Good catch. Looks juicy." before shutting his eyes, intending to drop back off into sleep.​

 

[✧ Honeybadger.]

♢​♢ THIS IS HOW LEGENDS ARE MADE ♢♢​

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honeypaw & 08 moons & trans. male & he/him & windclan moor runner apprentice ​

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A tension leaves his frame that he hadn't known was there when she shows herself whole and well before him, grey eyes glittering as he laughs at her antics. His little sister is like- like starclan, or the sun. She lights his world, and he shudders to think of a world where her sickness had taken her from him. "Yu-p, I got it just for you," he agrees easily, his deep voice warm and gentle. "Though you should probably share, wouldn't want to get a bellyache from eating too much," because sparkspirit is right - it probably is a bit much for her alone, he'd simply gotten a bit... carried away in his efforts.

— like iron from the fire gettin' stronger ☀︎

• Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
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• — a strange looking feline with nearly every shade of red upon his coat, and a badger-like mask of white upon his face. honeypaw is usually quite friendly and outgoing, an upbeat sort of personality; but when faced with those outside of windclan his demeanor is brutal and scathing.
  
  — physically medium && mentally medium
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay not allowed
  — please attack using [b][color=#fed053]action here[/color][/b] and tag account