development SOWN IN FAITH ✦₊⁺ DISAPPEARANCE

[DEERPAW.]

He really wished he lived in a world without the fighting. So he didn't want to worry about the... Thunderclanner's wellbeing. Wrinkling his muzzle at the flimsy detachments he held within his every being. The faux tortoiseshell removed himself from his nest. He curls his lip at the other apprentices as he stands, haunched over as ever. Deerpaw weaves himself around the sleeping bodies, careful not to wake any and be questioned on where he was going.

He had already said his whispered goodbyes to the cats he considered friends. Fadingpaw and Houndshade. He already broke down in front of Addersnap. A pathetic sight truly. The sudden chill bites at his scruffy coat, and he lets out a small huff before pushing himself the rest of the way out of the den. He lets back at the apprentice's den, feathered ears flatted against his skull as he thinks about if he should take a few items with him. Thinking for a few minutes, he decides not to touch the prey bones that were stuffed in his former nest. Nothing to tie me to this place... for a while. Tired hazel eyes flick to the camp clearing, dark, cold, and quiet.

He is just a coward, who would rather run away than be confronted with battle. Maybe... just maybe he'll miss Roeflame and the medicine cat Gentlestorm. Ms.Roeflame was nice... she watched out for the twitchy apprentice. She was cool. He wasn't all that close with the medicine cat, though he had still wanted to poke around the overly planted den even as an apprentice. He lets himself shut out the thoughts before he slithers to the entrance to the camp. Taking one last look behind him with a flick of an ear.

The former thunderclanner raises from his haunched over form, a frown settled on his face– he is off. Pushing through the entrance and disappearing with a last flick of his tail. Deerpaw goes on and on, the night obscuring the path he leaves behind him, leaving everything behind. As morning touches upon Thunderclan's camp, his nest is empty and slightly stale most likely when the moon was high in the sky when he had vanished.

﹒౨ৎ˚₊‧ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑮𝑶𝑨𝑻'𝑺 𝑬𝑮𝑮 ᯓ★ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃

• ooc. aaaand he is outta here o7

• temp deerpaw reference

  

• ( I-I CAN'T H-HANDLE IT! ) ˚₊‧ ♰ ‧₊˚ DEERPAW. ╱ thunderclan apprentice.
  ⸝⸝ AMAB ; HE / HIM ; CURRENTLY 13 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 26TH.
  ✶ homosexual, ace / not actively looking — mentoring none.
  ✶ a tall, scrawny longhaired black/dark ginger tortoiseshell tom with low white and hazel eyes.
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, 4d4344" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like mud &. damp earth musk

  all opinions are ic! he's morbid and he sucks </3 ♱

  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone

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[leafhusk]

when deerpaw was first found, he was a sniffling mess perched under the shade of a tree. during his time in thunderclan, that very same shadow loomed over him. the last she saw him he appeared haunted, skeletal, hunched over like he knew something she didn't. leafhusk didn't think much of it, because frankly, the boy always came across like that.

she didn't realize someone was missing until she did a mental headcount. it's not something she does every day, but the horrors of greenleaf still tug at her mind. "has anyone seen deerpaw today?" she asks, a frown tugging at the corners of her maw.

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[ROARINGSUN]

〔✦〕Roaringsun is out stretching when he hears the voice of his former mentor echo through the clearing. Has anyone seen Deerpaw today? His ears perk up at the words. Deerpaw was true to his name: skittish in a odd way, kept to himself ( so much so Roaringsun did not know if he had any friends in ThunderClan ).

"Maybe he's out hunting? Do any of the apprentices know?" The tom chirps, nodding towards the apprentices' den. Surely one of them knew something?

I took a little journey to the unknown ( Ive come back changed, I can feel it in my bones ) //

• ooc.
• ROARINGSUN —— warrior of thunderclan , mentor to berrypaw . npc x npc . littermate to npcs ✦ penned by nocthymia
  ✦ male / he/him / 15 moons & ages every 14ᵗʰ
  ✦ single / orientation & poly or mono / open/closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat details here / battle notes
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord (hypmic) for plots — toyhouse
  
• reference image here
  

  a longhaired flame sepia with low white and amber-brown eyes.

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[ADDERSNAP]

It had been about a moon since he had last spoken with Deerpaw. A heartfelt, broken display of messy tears and parting words shared between the two before the inevitable. Addersnap had tried, truly he had tried, so hard to get the apprentice to stay. He was a soon-to-be warrior, with so much in store for him. It was something that the tabby wish he had said – maybe, if he had been just honest about how he felt about Deerpaw, viewing him as his best friend, someone he didn't want to part without, how much he thought that the boy was like him when he was his age... maybe then he would have stayed.

Deerpaw didn't say when he was going to leave, and Addersnap didn't want to ask. It was easier to pretend that the whole conversation was a nightmare, something that he had pushed deep into the depths of his mind. And even then, Deerpaw had begged him not to utter a single word about his disappearance. It was something to be kept between them, a secret the boy had trusted him with. He didn't want to know when the spindly tom made his escape into the unknown, but he would keep his promise.

His former mentor's words almost made the warrior's knees buckle beneath him, having been walking past with a squirrel in his jaw to drop into the freshkill pile. He felt like a deer in the blinding lights of a monster's gaze – trapped, frozen... alone. Addersnap gathered his composure, gritting his teeth together as he looked to the ground with tears prickling at his eyes. Roaringsun joined in, bringing up delusional ideas of Deerpaw "hunting," and wondering if any of the apprentices know where he could possibly be. He unsheathed his claws and sank them into the frosted ground below, shaking his head softly with what first started out as a whisper leaving his throat. "I... I haven' seen 'im ina bit..." Oh, how he wished to share the anger that dwelled within his chest, a burning fire that kept growing with each question about the location of his friend. Instead, he sulked off towards the warriors' den with his tail and shoulders lowered in defeat. Deerpaw was gone, and there wasn't anything that could be done about that now.

/ in + out :3!​

 

[Flamestar]

〔✦〕Has anyone seen Deerpaw today?

Leafhusk's voice carries through the camp, and lands upon her ears. Deerpaw was an apprentice who was pretty quiet, so it wasn't often that she saw him out and about socializing. But now that she thought about it, she couldn't recall seeing the black and red tom anywhere today. Worry started to prickle in her belly, but she swallowed it back down. Like Roaringsun suggested, perhaps he could simply be out hunting. "Has anyone seen Lily Pad? They could be out training." Or perhaps his mentor had decided to hold his assessment today, he was almost ready to be a warrior after all.

no damsel in distress ( dont need to save me ) //

• ooc.
• FLAMESTAR —— leader of thunderclan , mentoring merlinpaw & bayingpaw. storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 40 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle, will start & finish fights
  ★★★★★★☆☆★
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.

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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

Raccoonstripe had been on the brink of death when he'd been hauled back to ThunderClan's camp. He hadn't noticed what others had — that Deerpaw, despite knowing his Clan had been attacked by two different Clans on two different borders, had hunkered down in his nest and refused to help. Still, word got around, and the tabby had been scornful of the apprentice's presence in this Clan since. ThunderClan had taken him in as a tiny kit — he had been here his whole life, and still the boy held no loyalty to the Clan who'd raised him, who'd fought to keep him alive.

Good riddance, the tabby thinks silently, watching the cats mill about, poking their noses into dens. Raccoonstripe goes to sniff his nest — stale. "He's been gone awhile. Unless Lily Pad took him training in the middle of the night, I don't think that's where he's at." He snorts and draws back out into the clearing, his jaw taut with disapproval.

"How are we to know he didn't leave of his own accord? He clearly had no loyalty to this Clan. He didn't fight either ShadowClan or RiverClan when they attacked us." His voice is rife with scorn. "Do we even send a search party out, when we have prey to hunt and borders to patrol?" He meets Flamestar's gaze almost challengingly.

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