- Jan 29, 2024
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Sheeppaw has made it a habit on wandering away, to anywhere but camp. He doesn't want to wander far out, the last thing he needs is to get jumped from that stupid sounding group called Duskclan. Ugh. He paces around the moors, letting his body do whatever it does. Walking. Walking. More walking. A light breeze brushing through his coat. Maybe he could relax, but he always relaxes when he isn't training with Gravelsnap. He perks up as his charcoal - dusted paws bring him to the border of Fourtrees. He liked the gatherings, it's a place of mingling together and sharing the latest topics… or something like that.
The moor - runner apprentice lets himself go down the slope, his dark plumy tail sweeping behind him. His paws press upon the sloped ground that makes up Fourtree's hollow. Sky - blue gaze lingering on the branching trees reaching high above, with the moon drifting by. He does not move from his spot, while the towering oaks shudder with the wind. He wonders… about the other clans, he knows some of the clans dislike Windclan. Especially… Shadowclan. He has heard of the taunts coming from Shadowclan and Riverclan.
He wrinkles his nose at the sad, horrible thoughts. He gets the hate because of Windclan's last leader. The wild moor queen. He has heard of the stories surrounding her, from his mother. But, the current hate on Sunstar? He doesn't get it. Why can't everyone get along! It's nerve-wracking to think about dumb grudges, because of one mad cat. Ugh, thinking too hard is so tiiiring! He turns his head around, before sitting on his haunches. Waiting for a sign to come and go.
He probably won't get an answer, but that's fine! He could relax in the non-gathering hollow, and chill out without nothing to worry about.
The moor - runner apprentice lets himself go down the slope, his dark plumy tail sweeping behind him. His paws press upon the sloped ground that makes up Fourtree's hollow. Sky - blue gaze lingering on the branching trees reaching high above, with the moon drifting by. He does not move from his spot, while the towering oaks shudder with the wind. He wonders… about the other clans, he knows some of the clans dislike Windclan. Especially… Shadowclan. He has heard of the taunts coming from Shadowclan and Riverclan.
He wrinkles his nose at the sad, horrible thoughts. He gets the hate because of Windclan's last leader. The wild moor queen. He has heard of the stories surrounding her, from his mother. But, the current hate on Sunstar? He doesn't get it. Why can't everyone get along! It's nerve-wracking to think about dumb grudges, because of one mad cat. Ugh, thinking too hard is so tiiiring! He turns his head around, before sitting on his haunches. Waiting for a sign to come and go.
He probably won't get an answer, but that's fine! He could relax in the non-gathering hollow, and chill out without nothing to worry about.
- ooc. @sneezepaw a silly guy appears!!
- no ref yet </3
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( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
⤷ amab ; HE / HIM ; 9 MOONS & AGES EVERY 29TH.
✶ undecided / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
✶ thoughts ; "Speech, B9D6F2" ; attacks only
✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
✶ smells like early morning dew & windblown heather
— all opinions are ic
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— penned by calzone