backwritten She's the ghost of Chicago ♫ Rowanpaw

[Bugchaser !]

*+:｡.｡ This is also my first gathering the girl with the mis-matched eyes speaks, and her voice is like moonlight, soft and hesitant, cooled tone making them come across as mysterious. Bugpaw dances on her toes, even more excited already - I found a really cool friend to talk to in my first gathering! I hope you're watching me, pappa! she sends a quick mental message to the stars, before plopping down and scooting closer to the darker tortie. "Rowanpaw," she repeats, blinking in awe at the new name in her database of faces. It's crazy to think that, if it wasn't for this gathering, Bugpaw might have never met Rowanpaw, like, ever! "I'm so happy to meet you, Rowanpaw!" she purrs, tippy-tapping her front paws to expend some of her endless energy. "Ill do my best to make your first gathering a good one!" she promises, nodding her head so thoroughly she practically slaps her face with her ears.
Okay, but wait, how does one make a gathering special?

When Rowanpaw responds to her compliment with a comment about her fur length, the stars in Bugpaw's eyes practically outshine the heavens. "Oh my starclan, isn't it? It's just like my mamma's coat, maybe a little longer, you can touch it if you want!" she meows, fluffing up her fur by pushing up against her cheeks with her paws. She's been told her fur is incredibly soft, and since Flamewhisker had her remove all the bugs and twigs from her pelt before arriving, it's now even softer! As she waited for Rowanpaw's response - Bugpaw wouldn't be offended if she said she didn't want to feel her fur, although the blue tortie would struggle to see it as a weird ting to offer - she took her moment of quiet to admire Roawnpaw's fur in turn. It was sleek like a squirrel's, and unlike Bugpaw's orange patches, Rowanpaw's had little tiger stripes within the red. Not only did she look like she was covered in patches of rowan berry dye, but like they were sun-dappled by afternoon light filtering through the canopy. She hoped Rowanpaw wouldn't mind if Bugpaw touched he pretty spots, although Bugpaw wouldn't ever attempt so without clear permission.

Bugpaw blinks back into focus at Rowanpaw's question - skyclan, or thunderclan. "Thunderclan!" she rushes to reply, fur puffing out even more as she extends her chest with pride, "but wow you guessed so close, I don't smell like a Shadowclanner or a Riverclanner to you?" she peeks at her own form, craning her neck to look over at her patchy back. She'd never thought too hard about memorizing the scents at the border, and not being the detective type, Bugpaw just asks, "What clan are you from?"

*+:｡.｡ Updated 3/22/24

• @ROWANPAW
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  GENERAL:
  ♫ Bugpaw
  ♫ DFAB— She/Her
  ♫ 6 moons — Ages
  ♫ Daughter to Flamewhisker and Flycatcher
  ♫ Sibling to Falconheart, Stormfeather, Lilykit, Butterflykit, Scorchedpaw, Squirrelpaw, Sunpaw
  ♫ Thunderclan — apprentice
  ♫ Apprenticed to Falconheart
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ♫Physically easy | mentally easy
  ♫ Attack in bold pink
  injuries: None currently

 

[ROWANPAW]

The other apprentice closes the proximity between them without hesitance, a gesture that is unexpected. Rowanpaw, ever an enjoyer of personal space, flicks an ear back if only for a moment before forcing it to stand upright so as not to appear rude. They do not care about offending opponents and rivals, but Bugpaw was not someone who has earned Rowanpaw's contempt... at least for now.

Bugpaw's energy was... foreign. There is not a cat in WindClan who could possibly compare, as weary and worn as they all were, except for Pinkshine perhaps. They were similar, even down to their multi-colored tortoiseshell features. It was a good thing that Bugpaw was not a WindClanner; surely everyone would have a constant headache from double the amount of gushing joy. "Er. I'm quite alright." The tunneler declines the other trainee's strange offer though not unkindly. They did not desire to make contact with a member of another clan unless combat was involved. Unbeknownst to them, her aforementioned mother was none other than the deputy of ThunderClan — a cat who Rowanpaw has never seen in the flesh but respected regardless.

The blue tortie is seemingly proud of her heritage, clarifying Rowanpaw's guess with all of the boastful confidence that they would expect from a ThunderClanner. The oak-dwelling cats were arrogant and full of themselves, at least from what they had heard from Father and other clanmates, but they were also honorable. Bugpaw was lucky at this moment that she did not hail from the other clans; Rowanpaw probably wouldn't have entertained a conversation had she reeked of the river or swamp. "RiverClan smells like fish guts and ShadowClan stinks of the marshes, so I only assumed." Rowanpaw explains plainly with a light shrug of their shoulders. That was how they learned to distinguish the scents, anyway.

Rowanpaw is tempted to take slight offense to Bugpaw's inability to recognize WindClan scent. They are perhaps the only clan that does not smell strongly, as only the breeze and the heather clings to their pelts. Then again, Bugpaw likely has been training for a moon less than them and therefore has not honed their tracking skills. "I am from WindClan." The chimera states, holding their head up slightly. An unforeseen pride fills their chest as Rowanpaw represents their clan fully on their own, apart from their clanmates and mentor. Hopefully Rowanpaw was making WindClan look good.

"So... How has your clan been faring as of late?" They inquire, their social skills truly being put to the test as they lead a conversation for once.

𝐈𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ✹ . + ˚ · 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐓

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  a tunneler apprentice of windclan, rowanpaw is eight moons and is mentored by swiftshade they are the child of snakehiss and berrysnap. split directly down the middle, their right half is solid black and their left half is tortoiseshell patterned. they also have amber and blue heterochromia. ✦

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