camp Silent, Silence... ￫ intro.

[Silverpaw.]

✧.* If one were to pass their gaze over the camp, they may come across the form of a silver-pelted tom sitting rigidly on his own. He was stiff, tail curled neatly over his paws with not a single fur out of place. Blue eyes stared straight ahead with no emotion blatant within them. Besides his gentle breathing and the occasional blink, he did not move. It was almost as though he were attempting to disappear by being still enough– even the sounds of others around him did nothing to break the tom from his trance.

Silverpaw preferred it this way, he supposed. Sitting in silence, remaining as just a face in the crowd until he was required to participate. He wasn’t particularly one for socialization, after all, using as little words as possible even in the case of being spoken to. Of course, although he enjoyed being alone, Silverpaw would not turn away another attempting to speak to him. It would be rude to do so, and he would not appreciate being seen as “that rude apprentice that ignores everyone”. That wasn’t who he was. He just… didn’t talk much. Even as a kitten, he had been quiet. Not as playful or loud as the other kits. It had worried his mother, seeing her only kit remain curled up in the nest refusing to go out and about. That was fine, though. He was fine. He was as normal as anyone else, just a little more introverted. Or, well, a lot more. But he did as he was asked, he followed the rules, he kept to himself. Speaking only when spoken to, carefully calculating his words. It was fine.

A sound beside him had Silverpaw’s ear twitching faintly before it returned to its former position, not bothering to turn his head to see the cause. If it was a worthwhile noise, he was sure to find out soon.

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  Silverpaw. / Tags
  ￫ WindClan apprentice
  ￫ Transgender male (he/him)
  ￫ Seven moons; ages every month
  ￫ Mentored by ?? (TBD)
  ￫ Text. "Speech." Thoughts.
  ╰┈➤ penned by liobleu

 

[slateheart]

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ If there was any cat that Slateheart could find himself empathizing with, it was Silverpaw. Stoic and aloof, the apprentice seemed to always be by himself, stone-faced and alone. Though he was certain the reasons were much different, as the apprentice seemed comfortable on his lonesome and may not have had a similar upbringing, Slateheart couldn't help but see himself in the apprentice. It reminded him all too much of his own apprenticehood (and even into his warriorhood), socially withdrawn and reclusive and entirely disinterested in other cats. It was only until recently that he had begun to change it.

The tom wouldn't try to pry the apprentice out of his shell, or bother him more than he felt was necessary, but he felt compelled to reach out with a quiet yet friendly paw, and perhaps share the silence. After all, in all his efforts to communicate more with his Clanmates, it had been a while since he sat in silence. With a mouse in his jaws, Slateheart approached Silverpaw, careful to give off only the noise of his pawsteps as to not startle the apprentice.

Silverpaw's ear twitched, acknowledging Slateheart's presence, and the black-furred tom dropped the mouse and nudged it over to him with a white-tipped paw. A quiet peace offering, if you will - just in case he hadn't eaten yet. Then, without a single word, Slateheart settled down into a loaf position a tail-length or two away. He was sure that if his presence bothered Silverpaw, the grey feline would simply walk away. If not, then he was content to share the moment of peaceful quiet with lazy eyes closing just halfway, scanning the horizon alongside his distant Clanmate.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I SEND HIM A SMILE ⋅❁⋅ HE TELLS ME LOOK DOWN ──┐‎

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  ⭃ a short-furred black tom with low white markings and green eyes.
  ⭃ son of LYNXTOOTH xx ADELAIDE // brother to GRAVELSNAP, ASHPAW
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by ixora ↛ @.ixora on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[sunlitpaw]

A moment of quiet was increasingly difficult to come across in WindClan's camp. The war, rebuilding camp, the constant comings and goings of patrols, and finally overflowing pile of kittens spilling from the nursery, Sunlitpaw found little time truly to themselves. Normally they would resort themselves to sitting alongside the gorse, avoiding the eye contact of any who wander near. Sunlitpaw had just returned from a patrol, murmuring a goodbye to their patrolmembers as their gaze skirts the camp. Playing kittens here, a new patrol there, other apprentices carrying off old bedding - stars above, Sunlitpaw wanted some quiet today. Hunting patrols gave them quiet, gave them just a brief respite to themselves, but instead they had trawled the borders today. Their gaze wanders camp and catches Silverpaw and Slateheart off to themselves, and their gaze nearly skips over the duo until they realize neither of their mouths are moving. For that matter, they're not even facing each other. Sunlitpaw tilts a dappled head in curiosity before turning toward the freshkill pile.

They nose through the meager pile looking for an equally as unimpressive plover, a little creature of almost entirely feather and bone. Sunlitpaw hoists it out and turns to trot toward Slateheart and Silverpaw with her own meal, figuring she might be able to join for a peaceful meal. Her steps slow when she realizes Slateheart isn't actually eating, though - he'd passed his catch off to Silverpaw, and suddenly Sunlitpaw worries she might've stepped in on some kind of moment she shouldn't have. But it's too late to turn back now, she's already a foxlength from the other apprentice. Sunlitpaw gently sets her own meal down, spring gaze flitting nervously around SIlverpaw without ever landing directly on her denmate. "Ah, sorry, I didn't - I didn't mean to intrude," they murmur, fidgeting with her bird with a snowcapped paw. "I can go, if you... want."
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𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦, ———— 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚.

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  — they / she, moor-runner apprentice of windclan. mentored by foxglare
  — a large yet timid chocolate tabby-tortoiseshell with spring green eyes
  — sunstar x wolfsong, sibling to rivepaw, bearpaw, singedpaw, & featherpaw
  — full length tags
  — penned by izanami, contact on discord @nullmoons for plots or threads :)

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Introverted was not quite how Rattleheart would have described his past self, even if that might have been the exact word many had used for him. Once upon a time he had been much like Silverpaw, more than content to linger in the background and not interact too much with his clanmates. He had offered words of his own, but only when it seemed like doing so could earn him valuable information that he could store away for the future. In terms of idle conversation or friendships being formed, he had been extremely limited - though he hadn't really minded, since Scorchstreak had always been more suited to the spotlight. It had taken a while for him to break from that lonely existence, only properly realizing what the future could hold for him when the actions of Sootstar had forced him into it.

He supposed he had at least one thing to thank her for, even if he'd sooner tear her nonexistent grave to shreds rather than show it any gratitude.

It was honestly a surprise to see Slateheart of all cats be the one to approach and try to draw Silverpaw out of his shell, though Rattleheart was far from upset by it. He was glad to see the younger warrior making an effort, a task he had seemingly begun in the barn and continued even to now. Sunlitpaw was making a similar effort, though her stumbling words caused the tunneler to chuckle. He lightly flicked his striped tail against her back making an attempt at a soothing greeting towards the fidgeting apprentice. "I'm sure you're not intruding on anything, Sunlitpaw. After all, a meal is almost always better with company." Personally, he mostly preferred the companionship of Venomstrike at his side whenever he was eating, but he naturally had a bias towards his mate - and it was a bias that could be ignored, on occasion.

Which was exactly why he settled nearby now, dropping his own recent catch at his paws before he made himself comfortable.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 49 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[Silverpaw.]

✧.* Slateheart’s quiet approach was a positive one. He was quite content sitting this way, with no need for conversation but still having company. His tail twitched from where it lay over his paws, though his head did not turn until a mouse was nudged in his direction. He blinked, breaking from his trance and allowing his gaze to flit toward Slateheart. Silverpaw observed the other with a blank expression before he bowed his head in a gesture of respect and of thanks, to show that he acknowledged the warrior and his peaceful offering.

Silverpaw raised his head once more, returning to his former position and gently pulling the mouse closer. He had not yet eaten. His stomach gave a soft rumble upon staring at the prey. Another presence soon arrived, though, leading Silverpaw to focus on something other than his own hunger to see who had decided to join them. Sunlitpaw appeared nervous. Intently, he listened, ears perked as she spoke. He supposed that their apology was reasonable– he was well aware of his own demeanor, the stoic and reserved nature that he carried. But there was no need. The companionship of his Clanmates was more than welcome.

Soon after came Rattleheart, and Silverpaw regarded him with a quick glance as he spoke to the other apprentice. He then bowed his head to the two in greeting before his attention returned to Sunlitpaw.

"There is no intrusion," he stated, voice low and steady. His tail unfurled itself from his paws to sweep the area beside him, a gesture to offer that she could join them if she wished to. Then, silently, Silverpaw lowered himself into a half-loaf, tucking his legs neatly beneath his body and taking a small bite of the mouse Slateheart had gifted him– chewing as if savoring every last bit of flavor the prey provided.​

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  Silverpaw. / Tags
  ￫ WindClan apprentice
  ￫ Transgender male (he/him)
  ￫ Seven moons; ages every month
  ￫ Mentored by ?? (TBD)
  ￫ Text. "Speech." Thoughts.
  ╰┈➤ penned by liobleu

 

[dimmingsun]

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If there's one thing that's for absolute certainty about Dimmingsun, it's his ability to remain measured. The tom could be quite a presence when needed, voice booming, body endlessly animated. He could also keep his voice level like usual - a soft series of murmurs that could easily soothe someone into a nap if he catches them in the right moment.

His fur sweeps the ground and gives away his position, but he truts forward anyway. There's a hare dangling from his jaws as he approaches the smaller gathering of cats; all quiet and soft-spoken. Dimmingsun makes sure not to be too startling when he approaches.

"Mind if I join?" he asks out of courtesy, guessing that neither of them would turn him away. Dimmingsun is perfectly content just listening to others talk, or if that's too much, then just exist within their space. He's witnessed Silverpaw's interactions with others enough times to know she doesn't mind company, or at least won't necessarily say no to it if you know not to get close enough to border on uncomfortable.

Slateheart, Sunlitpaw and Rattleheart are equally as pleasant to have around. This should be a nice change from the kittens' playful and excited screeches.

˗ˏˋ ᴀ ꜱɪɴɴᴇʀ, ᴀ ꜱᴀɪɴᴛ / ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ´ˎ˗ ᓚᘏᗢ 03.12.24

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  ✦ Large golden-brown tom with green eyes.
  ✦ Penned by ˏ 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣 ´​
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