- Mar 11, 2024
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 It isn’t often that the boy gets the chance to stray from his mentor’s side, even while they’re out on patrol. Normally, he sticks close to Cicadaflight as though tethered to the older tom, afraid to upset his mentor by traipsing off on his own. And if he’s also a little bit afraid of being alone, then that’s just between Crabpaw and the river. In spite of his worries, though, he still manages to put some distance between himself and his mentor when the two of them are fishing in separate parts of the river. The ginger tabby picks his way down the shoreline and slips into the water, eyes scanning around him for the telltale shimmering of scales beneath the surface—but instead, as he passes closer to the twoleg bridge, he notices something… someone standing on the other side of the river. "Hey… hi," he greets the stranger. Mossy eyes are wide, sparkling with wonder as he takes in the other cat.
A WindClanner, he has to be, with a pelt of such shadow that it seems to draw in all the light around it. And with the light Crabpaw’s attention is also drawn—he can’t seem to tear his eyes away. This WindClanner doesn’t seem angry, doesn’t seem mean already. If anything, he’s new, someone who just doesn’t know who Crabpaw is. He doesn’t know how Crabpaw flinches back from the sounds of violence, from the prospect of finishing off a simple minnow. Boldly, the apprentice takes a step closer to the other side of the river, feeling pebbles shifting beneath orange-ribboned paws. Too close, some voice in the back of his head warns him, but he hardly listens to it. "I’m Crabpaw. Who are you?"
A WindClanner, he has to be, with a pelt of such shadow that it seems to draw in all the light around it. And with the light Crabpaw’s attention is also drawn—he can’t seem to tear his eyes away. This WindClanner doesn’t seem angry, doesn’t seem mean already. If anything, he’s new, someone who just doesn’t know who Crabpaw is. He doesn’t know how Crabpaw flinches back from the sounds of violence, from the prospect of finishing off a simple minnow. Boldly, the apprentice takes a step closer to the other side of the river, feeling pebbles shifting beneath orange-ribboned paws. Too close, some voice in the back of his head warns him, but he hardly listens to it. "I’m Crabpaw. Who are you?"
- ooc: retro to riverclan’s camp flooding… @brokenpaw â™
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CRABPAW 𓆝 he/him, apprentice of riverclan
𓆟 ginger and cream tabby with rippling white spotting and mossy green eyes. highly emotional and difficult to keep focused on one subject.
𓆟 mentored by cicadaflight
𓆟 son of iciclefang ; brother to cragpaw & pinepaw
𓆟 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
𓆟 penned by foxlore