- Jan 29, 2024
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He hasn't spoken nor looked at Gravelsnap's new apprentice, he hadn't even given the younger apprentice a second glance. He's in one of his... moods. The easily irritated and snappy with adults kind. Not that he cares what the warriors thinks about his current attitude. The lanky black smoke curls a lip in distaste at the thought of taking orders from Scorchstar. He eyes the tunneler apprentice, with a dull cerulean eyes and a twitching plumed tail curled near the sandy ground. Sheeppaw thinks Thistlepaw is too... stiff? A rule - follower? He guesses.
The molly let's herself stand onto her paws, shaking herself from the sand that dusted the underside of her stomach. Sheeppaw rolls her shoulders before going off to roam towards the prickly - furred apprentice. Once she is front of the upcoming tunneler, she tilts her charcoal - dusted face to the side letting her eyes study him for a moment... Before, she quirks the corner of her mouth with a small lopsided smile. The black smoke's tail flicked near the sandy ground, as lidded eyes blink slowly.
Maw parted to speak with a bored ear flick. "Got time to spear, Thistlepaw?" He questions the younger tom, letting the gentle breeze that threw itself across camp– through his messy pale fur along his back. Darkened lips pursed together, while his brows knitted. He was bored. He didn't really want to do much about anything except... sparring with his peers. What a drag. "Want to... practice sparring?" He'll probably fail, not that he cares about winning some harmful spar.
The molly let's herself stand onto her paws, shaking herself from the sand that dusted the underside of her stomach. Sheeppaw rolls her shoulders before going off to roam towards the prickly - furred apprentice. Once she is front of the upcoming tunneler, she tilts her charcoal - dusted face to the side letting her eyes study him for a moment... Before, she quirks the corner of her mouth with a small lopsided smile. The black smoke's tail flicked near the sandy ground, as lidded eyes blink slowly.
Maw parted to speak with a bored ear flick. "Got time to spear, Thistlepaw?" He questions the younger tom, letting the gentle breeze that threw itself across camp– through his messy pale fur along his back. Darkened lips pursed together, while his brows knitted. He was bored. He didn't really want to do much about anything except... sparring with his peers. What a drag. "Want to... practice sparring?" He'll probably fail, not that he cares about winning some harmful spar.
- ooc. @THISTLEPAW !
- no ref yet </3
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( WHAT? THE FACE? ) ꕤ ‧₊˚. SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
⤷ CLOSETED GENDERFLUID ; HE / SHE
✶ CURRENTLY 11 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 29TH.
✶ undecided / not actively looking — mentoring none.
✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
✶ thoughts ; "Speech, B9D6F2" ; attacks only
✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
✶ smells like night air & windblown heather
— all opinions are ic
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— penned by calzone