- Nov 5, 2022
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Rarely did Frogpaw sleep in. The morning sun was met with the eager persistence of one who was ready to work the day away, and he would stay at it as long as his mentor allowed. In his happiest days, his paws were busy until the darkness threatened to swallow all of RiverClan, and he would move straight from his work to his rest, and then back again. Of course, things did not always happen as so. Snakeblink was a careful mentor, but not so horribly demanding as some may be. In fact, he was...genuinely understanding, and rather gentle, if as persistent as the apprentice himself. (It was a learned trait, after all? Wasn't it just?)
He had not expected to sleep in so long. RiverClan is quiet in the dark, though the apprentices around him shuffle and sigh in their sleep. It's a peaceful sort of background noise that fills up his whole chest with a sense of safety. But something shatters it, this morning. Even from this den he hears it. Bright, broken, separated but beautiful. Twittering. One curled ear flicks, and then the other. Slowly, Frogpaw stirs. His fur is comically flattened on one cheek as he pulls himself from the apprentice den, eyes hooded and bleary.
Birds. They're birds– he knows of birds, of course, but absurdly it occurs to him that this will be the first he's seen their return. Or, rather, heard it. Even out in the open, Frogpaw can't really see where they're flitting about. They must have learned to be wary of camp.
As beautiful and delicious as they are, he really can't blame them for that.
He had not expected to sleep in so long. RiverClan is quiet in the dark, though the apprentices around him shuffle and sigh in their sleep. It's a peaceful sort of background noise that fills up his whole chest with a sense of safety. But something shatters it, this morning. Even from this den he hears it. Bright, broken, separated but beautiful. Twittering. One curled ear flicks, and then the other. Slowly, Frogpaw stirs. His fur is comically flattened on one cheek as he pulls himself from the apprentice den, eyes hooded and bleary.
Birds. They're birds– he knows of birds, of course, but absurdly it occurs to him that this will be the first he's seen their return. Or, rather, heard it. Even out in the open, Frogpaw can't really see where they're flitting about. They must have learned to be wary of camp.
As beautiful and delicious as they are, he really can't blame them for that.
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FROGPAW. APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN. EIGHT MONTHS OLD
—— npc x npc, has several npc siblings. mentored by snakeblink.
—— loyal to riverclan, but somewhat uncertain of his place there.
—— unknown sexuality. single, not actively looking or interested.
a lanky, slender black smoke with low white and soft blue eyes. his ears are gently curled, and each paw has at least one extra toe, making them seem broader and larger than a typical cat's. - "speech"