stayback [ double intro ]

[applepaw?]

Stay put together, for Quailpaw. Stay put together, because Apple frankly didn't care for what had happened in the past few days. I mean, of course she did. The smoke, the hawk attack, the fucking medicine cat stepping down, it seems like Windclan was falling apart. Perhaps Apple shouldn't have left the confines of the barn with Quail, seeking thrill and adventure because they certainly had gotten more than they could chew. She wants nothing but to sink in to her best friends flank, scream in frustration, but Apple was cool, always played it cool, a chill cat who didn't react to much.

Thats who Apple was. Applepaw. She returns back with the patrol she was on, a rabbit held in her jaws as she chucks it in to the prey pile. Theres a sharp breath of frustration but other than that, Apples face was even, emotionless like always. "We have fresh food." monotonous voice rings across camp as they go to stand besides their taller companion, Quailpaw. Hopefully it would brighten some spirits.
// @QUAILPAW not a pafp!
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[QUAILPAW]

( ♕ ) quailpaw too had found the recent events of windclan to be quite unsettling. late at night when the other apprentices were asleep, quailpaw found herself confiding in her friend about her worries. worries that things would fall apart just as easily as their lives had before. was this truly somewhere they could safely reside? while their new life was a sharp adjustment, quail couldn't yet grasp the reality of the situation. the scent of her friend would tear her mind away from her concerns, eyes relaxing as she took in the sight of her friend. see? apple's just fine. stop worrying yourself over hare-brained thoughts!

"looks like you did well. how was the patrol?" attempting to lick the top of her companion's head, she would adjust to make room for the girl to sit beside her. hopefully, all had gone well for her. quailpaw would hate to think that she wasn't adjusting easily. while personally she wouldn't consider herself to be adjusting well, she didn't see any reason in worrying applepaw over the matter. all that mattered was that she was alright.
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( BABY YOU'RE THE DEVIL I KNOW ; MAYBE I COULD STOP, BUT I WON'T )

 

[REEDBONES]

❝ INFO ❞ To those too young for memories of their childhood to blur, it probably does seem like the end of their world. They'll learn that it isn't. They'll learn all the terrible, ugly things they can survive— and how much uglier they'll be in fitful dreams. Reedbones isn't old, but has enough ash-buried seasons behind him that he doesn't blink when a new fire starts. He's set so many of his own, what does another matter?

His hazel stare roves over the pair of apprentices. Always so many fucking children. He can respect that Sootstar doesn't coddle them all, but he thinks she could go a little further.

"Someone'll eat it," he says dismissively. Someone who isn't him. He never eats from the freshkill pile; he hunts his own meals and brings the rest back for the other WindClanners. Reedbones can handle hunger. "Snailpaw and Dapplepaw, that it?" It isn't, and he knows it isn't, but he also doesn't know what their names actually are. He can't be bothered to remember anyone's names most of the time.
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[SUNSETBREEZE]

" There name are Applepaw and Quillpaw..." [/B]Sunsetpaw couldn't help but to join in to correct the warrior over not only forgetting thier names but also poorly guessing thier names as well. Who would name thier kit Snail to begin with?. They where such gross creatures and slimey. Ew. She felt a slight drop of sympathy for Quillpaw but mostly because she would have felt so mad if someone had even dared suggest something nasty like that was her name. Maybe it was time for Reedbones to join the elders den something she wouldn't say out aloud. Giving a slight smirk to herself by that thought it vanished away again when her eyes settled on Applepaw's catch. Rabbit. The most hunted prey in this clan but also the prey that feeded most mouths. " Good job i guess." She was plain with the praise, not exactly putting much emotion into it. Seating herself down Sunsetpaw started to groom one of her paws. She was not hungry at the moment but maybe later she would grap something. Unlikely she would grap Applepaw's rabbit though.


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[MALLOWLARK]

Dispelling worries was about the only way Mallowlark could deal with them. How foolish would it be to deny the worms of worry that wriggled beneath his skin- incessant, he could not ignore them! But he could accept them, feel them but choose not to care- even in the growing anticipation of a missed meeting beneath moon's gaze, a checkup unchecked. The smell of fresh flesh seized his thoughts away, tugged by the throat- there, a pair who brought with them a meal! Though- one asked the other... perhaps that had not departed two-by-two, to the death-lands where the sky fell... dangerous.

His home had become death-lands- it made him want to laugh. He did for a moment, a strangled choke of a giggle spluttering from his maw- but he resisted, charcoal paws tearing at the sandy ground to gift him stability.

A teetering form stood, tippled over, paws skittering all over the place but head kept impossibly upright. Grey eyes stared intent, wide and mismatched with the smile that overtook the rest of his face, top and bottom half of his expression in parallel. "Snailpaw- I like that one, HAH-" he commented. If he was ever asked for kit names- that would be on the list for certain! "Good thing you beat the hawks to it! They gut them out there," he exclaimed, eyes flaring wider at the warning. The mere thought of the scattered rabbit entrails, the misfortune that had lead his wound to be bandaged up in the first place- such bad luck, he couldn't help but let out a cackle at the thought, mewling and dissonant as it was.​

[ PENNED BY PIN ]​

 

[Galeforce]

↞ RACE THE WINDS

Galepaw gave his lips a swift lick as he approached, caught in the alluring scent drifting from the fresh kills that had been brought in. Call him spoilt but he did love his food to be as fresh as possible, something that would be harder to come by once leafbare took full hold. "Nice!" He cooed as he strolled closer with the intentions of putting the rabbit to good use before it could go stale. "Shall we divvy this bunny up? I'm starving!" Maybe if he was lucky they could share tongues later, lord knows how badly that spot on the back of his neck needed doing. He just couldn't reach it himself.
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[Periwinklebreeze.]

PERFECT LITTLE PUNCHING BAG​

periwinklekit | 02 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff​

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The scent of rabbit has Peri wobbling over, looking a bit unsteady on his long limbs, but that's nothing unusually these days. Eye bags so heavy they peak through his dark mask sit beneath his pale gaze, and his stomach rumble quietly "C-can I have a b-bit?" he asks politely - the hawks have made things hard on everyone lately, and he's slept through the earlier patrols, missing out on his chance at breakfast. The smoke hued kitten waits patiently, rocking slightly on his paws as another yawn stretches his maw so wide he actually feels dizzy.