- May 15, 2024
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"FATE IS A SUNDRESS" ˚୭ .ೃ⁀➷ tags ── A PROPOSAL OF THICKETNOSE: a sparring session. Dizzypaw approaches the idea with a hesitance unfitting of her. An array of possibilities race through her mind: what if something goes wrong? What if this is an unfair match? She knows that her thoughts are mostly borne of a false hesitance, but she worries all the same.
Ospreypaw is the one that joins their little group on the shuffle to the beech copse. Though she offers Ospreypaw a "hello" like she knows is polite, she's not sure how well that she will be received; this works to further unnerve her. Though they share a den, Dizzypaw still would say that she isn't entirely friendly with the other silver and blue apprentice. She just simply hasn't taken much time to just converse with them, or to do much more than share pleasantries or a meal. Dizzypaw feels like she can say that about nearly everyone in the clan, at this point; when will she get to know everyone on more than just a base level? It's a measure of discouraging, though she has been trying her very hardest to put herself out there more. She is a curious thing by nature; she needs water that curiosity like a garden.
Dizzypaw is brought back to her initial worry as she finds her footing along the clearing of the beech copse. A certain unease finds itself back in her stomach. They've been given rough rules: no claws, no actual intent or possibility to harm. It dissuades Dizzypaw's thoughts some, but not - oh, no.. It strikes her like a clan cat swipes out for a fish: Dizzypaw is likely of kittypet stock. Oh, goodness - doesn't Ospreypaw know? How couldn't Ospreypaw know, unless they'd forgotten? Dizzypaw finds herself frozen and without her wits for a moment. Thicketnose only affixes her with a confused expression when she looks to him for help; she's lost her chance to get her move in first.
@Ospreypaw
Ospreypaw is the one that joins their little group on the shuffle to the beech copse. Though she offers Ospreypaw a "hello" like she knows is polite, she's not sure how well that she will be received; this works to further unnerve her. Though they share a den, Dizzypaw still would say that she isn't entirely friendly with the other silver and blue apprentice. She just simply hasn't taken much time to just converse with them, or to do much more than share pleasantries or a meal. Dizzypaw feels like she can say that about nearly everyone in the clan, at this point; when will she get to know everyone on more than just a base level? It's a measure of discouraging, though she has been trying her very hardest to put herself out there more. She is a curious thing by nature; she needs water that curiosity like a garden.
Dizzypaw is brought back to her initial worry as she finds her footing along the clearing of the beech copse. A certain unease finds itself back in her stomach. They've been given rough rules: no claws, no actual intent or possibility to harm. It dissuades Dizzypaw's thoughts some, but not - oh, no.. It strikes her like a clan cat swipes out for a fish: Dizzypaw is likely of kittypet stock. Oh, goodness - doesn't Ospreypaw know? How couldn't Ospreypaw know, unless they'd forgotten? Dizzypaw finds herself frozen and without her wits for a moment. Thicketnose only affixes her with a confused expression when she looks to him for help; she's lost her chance to get her move in first.
@Ospreypaw