private singing that old song ♕ turtlepaw

. ° ✦ Teetering close to the neutral zone of the bridge that extended ThunderClan's territory into RiverClan carried the familiar scent of a friend in a passing patrol. The chocolate tom had been the first to stop, seeking Turtlepaw in the crowd and happily greeting her from the other side. The attention of their patrolling warriors led to a brief meeting in the center, satisfied with Greenleaf's bountiful resources.

Bravepaw, in the midst of the other warriors exchanging respectful warnings and snide remarks, leaned low to whisper to his friend. Can we meet here tonight? And the molly happily agreed.

Bravepaw had never snuck out of camp before, but he knew Fallowpaw was really good at slipping away from anything at any moment and took a few tricks from her, dipping quietly through dirtplace and making his hasty escape from there. ThunderClans forests might be a bush-thick maze to outsiders, but he knew every curve and root by heart now! He wondered if RiverClan's might be similar, paved with trails of their ranking only those weaved from the meadows could see.

"It feels so much better out here then the apprentices den." The tom mused politely as he greeted Turtlepaw with a quick poke of his nose. "I haven't seen you in so long! Are you doing okay? I heard RiverClan had some... problems going on." Twolegs, dreadful creatures he was glad to have never met before.
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  • BRAVEPAW — HE/HIM ・ 10 MOONS ・ THUNDERCLAN & APPRENTICE ・ PENNED BY beatae!
    A Longhaired chocolate tabby with a white locket and deep blue eyes. Very thick coat that has started to grow into long, wispy curls. Developing into an awkward stage of kitten uglies as the rest of his body grows and changes. Severe scars from owl talons stretch across his shoulders and another that starts from his back down his left thigh.