private Rarely normal || Mirepurr

[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] With the disappearance of Smogstar and none have yet to find their leader, nor has Mirepurr stepped up to become their leader leaving Shadowclan in shambles waiting for the other's next move, yet seeing their former mentor in such ways worried the young warrior which made himself stand outside of the leader's den before clearing his throat slightly. "Mirepurr? Let's go for a hunt, it's been a while since we've got a chance to chat one by one" the boy said gently. This could be a good way for the two to catch up after everything that happened, and it could be a nice way for Mirepurr to let their mind be off their current situation, and it could be nice for both of them. Just like it had been when he trained underneath the other.

"If you're up for it that is" Snowlark said softly, feeling a nice leaf-fall breeze rustle his fluffy fur as he waited to hear the response of their deputy, or well... leader in truth. They were all just waiting for them to stand up and take the mantel, instead of waiting and leaving Shadowclan in such a vulnerable state right now, but thankfully none of the other clans don't know it just yet that they have no leader currently.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── Where I am going is right where I am ──┐‎

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  "speak""Thoughts"
  
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  Snowlark ❄ He/Him, warrior of Shadowclan, 13 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ 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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@MIREPURR

 

[MIRESTAR]

So, this is what awaits them in the future — the constant shuffling right outside the oak that gives home to ShadowClan's leader, tentative calls and requests to meet or talk uttered every so often. It is... not as terrible as Mirepurr might think initially; the reminder that their Clanmates wish to talk to them, that they need them, is a sure way to keep them from spiraling too much. They dangle right above the yawning depths; and with each and every calling of their name, Mirepurr inches back onto stable land.

Mirepurr pokes their head out to greet Snowlark. It's been too long since the two of them had spent time together. A few odd patrols here and there, but nothing comes close to the many hours spent side by side while he had been still a 'paw. Guilt strikes them with the realization that they haven't been as present for Plumpaw... and yet, they allow themself to be self-indulgent today.

"Of course." A small smile accompanies their agreement. It is more reserved than usual, but at least it is there, and that's all Mirepurr could ask for right now.

Gentle leaf-fall breeze rewards them for this decision, as they walk out of camp beside one another. Constant change... but not all of it is bad. "How is warriorhood treating you? Is it what you hoped it to be?"
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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Mirepurr's agreement to join Snowlark on a hunt brought a gentle smile onto the young warrior's lips. It was strange to think...this is how it will be for the future, Mirepurr will become much busier, and their time together, scarce. Yet, Snowlark did not allow that to cross his mind for the current moment, taking strides next to their new leader, an odd thought even in it of itself truly. Yellow gaze trained on the horizon before him before ears perked towards Mirepurr's question while he hummed in thought to the answer.

"Strange admittingly, don't get me wrong, I am enjoying every minute of it, yet to no longer carry the title of 'paw still feels... surreal" he expressed towards his mentor, warmth lingering in his voice, his bobbed tail twitching slightly as he took in a frosty breath in. He never thought he even see the day he got his warrior name, and yet here he stood, a warrior, and his mentor? Their leader. The warrior couldn't help but feel some oddity to it as well, especially when Smogstar had only just gotten his nine lives only to disappear the next moon after, he only prayed the same did not happen to Mirepurr.

"Does it feel strange... to stand where Chilledstar and Smogstar have stood?" he asked softly, surely Mirepurr would answer with a firm 'yes' since they had yet to go and get their nine lives, and...what if...what if Starclan does not grant Mirepurr them when they go to receive them, or... worry dance in his mind, but surely Starclan would understand, right?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── Where I am going is right where I am ──┐‎

• 
  "speak""Thoughts"
  
• 
  Snowlark ❄ He/Him, warrior of Shadowclan, 13 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ 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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