rumors in shadow 𖤓 brackenpaw

[kitecall.]

➾ KITEPAW. HOW CAN WE WIN WHEN FOOLS CAN BE KINGS? † ☼
𖤓 ✟ —— finally kitepaw manages to catch a break. he follows his mentor in tow back to camp, hot… tired. as eager as he had been for the warmth that newleaf brought after the cold moons, he’d not been prepared for the heat of the sun beating down on his back as he trains. though as much as he’d like to say it was, today’s session had been rough… distracted it seemed as his mind was elsewhere. perhaps it’s his naivety; his inexperience with the real world and the political significance that everybody couldn’t just… get along (though he does sometimes wonder why such a thought had to be so unachievable. he is not foolish enough to try solving all issues with friendliness and peace, but he wonders why the option to cause and feed into long turn issues was the common decision). but it irks him… why did it bother him so much? what it truly that serious?

distracted by the heat and the disappointment a sub-par session, his ‘pondering’ doesn’t start back up until he sees a familiar pelt passing through camp (perhaps he wishes he hadn’t seen her… put his mind at ease for the night). ”brackenpaw,” he says, quickening his pace to catch up to the other apprentice. it’s like he called for her attention before he knew what he was even doing, and part of him wishes he’d have kept his mouth shut and let her go on her way. kitepaw is not too sure what he even intends to ask her directly, or really what he plans on saying to begin with as a whole. he had questions for sure, but… how was he supposed to word them? ”why did you go to shadowclan?” it was a stupid question, bluefrost was her mentor. she didn’t have much of a choice. kitepaw realizes, he knows it’s not as serious as he felt he was making it out to be, but… gah! of all the cats who had gone, he felt brackenpaw was the only one he could truly talk to, and he truly hopes she’s willing to let him pick at her mind. ”you went to shadowclan, didn’t you?” he slows down as he grows closer to her, blurting out the question before he truly processes he’s saying it.

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  @Brackenpaw ! :) sorry it’s a bit rough ^^’
  
  
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• KITEPAW ✩ he/him, moor-runner apprentice of windclan, 8 moons old
  ⭃ average sized tomcat with light cream tabby markings. he has a white chest and half face. his fur is a medium length and he has large whiskers. his eyes are a light blue.
  ⭃ highly religious, stubborn and hard-working, kindhearted and charismatic, honest, diligent, foolish and impulsive when frustrated, will speak out when something feels unjust.
  ⭃ open to minor and minor nonviolent powerplay / / underline and tag when attacking ⇌ see his bio here
  ⭃ penned by @DOFFERZ! ⇌ doffloppa on discord, feel free to dm for plots. template credit to vayle.
  
  
  
  
  

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[Brackenpaw]

As the sun began to set in the sky Brackenpaw had taken the time to admire the shades of orange and purple in the sky. They started to appreciate the skies once her days had been surrounded by darkness, to appreciate the fresh air as she began to acclimate to stale air and dust. Today had been the same as usual, back down in those tight tunnels alongside Bluefrost and sometimes other tunnelers. They had started to get used to it as they loathe to admit, it was frightening still but she had to admit that the relative silence of the tunnels was kind of nice. After they got over the sensory deprivation of it that was.

The tunneler apprentice was looking forward to sleeping tonight, though they found it difficult to let their guard completely down even then. There was no time like the present they supposed, starting to do a walk around camp before heading to their nest. On their walk they hear the shuffle of paws approaching a little too close for her liking. That only meant one thing, the owner of those paws belonged to someone who probably wanted to bother them.

Kitepaw's voice only confirms this, with a sigh and their ear swivelling to turn in his direction they slow their walking so he can fall into step. “Kitepaw, what do you want?” Her words are curt but not unkind, he has always known them to be blunt and all bark but no bite. This was as standing as a ‘goodevening’ or ‘goodmorning’ for her, the side eye and small smile was enough to know that she wasn't annoyed by his presence.

The silence between them after he blurted out her name doesn't go unnoticed by her. Though she decides for him to take his time regarding that, as long as she could go sleep when night fell they could humour him. Then he finally speaks and her decent mood drops, ah ShadowClan. Of course this would be about this. “I did, why do you ask? It smelled horrible if that's what your question was gonna be” she wouldn't blame him if it was, they didn't go on the same patrols so they weren't sure if he had seen the border or not.

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• BIOGRAPHY
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 8 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Bluefrost
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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