pafp still a kid that grew // prompt... 2!!

[sunlitpaw]

Time around Bluepool wasn't too much of a rarity, the Lead Warrior was given her title for a well-deserved reason. Sunlitpaw had bumped into her, shared space with her, enough to recognize and respect the molly. But time with Bluepool, and especially without Featherpaw, was something else entirely. Her and Scorchstreak seemed awfully close, but the apprentice knew far better than to butt into the business of two full-grown warriors - stealing a glance at Scorchstreak often meant catching a glimpse of a silver tabby. They had been pushed out on a hunting patrol together, and while normally Sunlitpaw trailed the back of the cluster of cats keeping their head down and staying silent, it was a bit different now that the snow had melted and flowers pushed up from the soil. Sunlitpaw trailed close alongside Foxglare, excited to step out of camp again and get to see the radical change that had happened. Quiet conversation happened around them as the patrol stepped out of camp, heading for the moors after prey that had spread almost as rapidly as the clovers.

Sunlitpaw staggers as the group of cats steps into the unfiltered moors just outside of camp, almost tripping into another cat. An unusual flower had sprouted so quickly in their path, one they swore they'd walked identically yesterday. A kit of leaf-fall and an apprentice of leaf-bare, Sunlitpaw didn't have much experience with flowers - and this was certainly not one the apprentice had seen before. It was bushy, but somehow see-through. Where were its petals? Embarrassment prickled her pelt at halting the patrol in her curiosity, almost snapped her back up to her paws in a hurry to get ahead and forget she'd ever done something so childish, but the overflow of new stimuli during the newest season outweighed Sunlitpaw's withdrawn nature for what might as well be the first time since kittenhood.

"What is this?" They murmur, ears tilting back as they crouch down in front of the flower. "A dandelion," a cat informs them, and Sunlitpaw's brows knit gently. "I thought they were yellow?" What Sunlitpaw knew to be dandelions were more than plentiful across the moors, sometimes almost as thick as the grass. A heavy breath dislodges some of it's seeds, scattering them into the gentle breeze and catching the apprentice quite off guard. They lurch back slightly, startled by the movement, fern-green eyes blown wide in surprise. "What are those?"
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𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦, ———— 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚.

• please wait for @Bluepool :D obligatory @FOXGLARE tag too <3
  

  ⊱✿⊰ Make a wish! Your character finds a dandelion, what do they wish for?

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  sunlitpaw

  
  

  — they / she, 8 moon old 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 biography
  — penned by izanami, contact on discord @nullmoons for plots or threads :)

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[Bluepool]

It is not often that Bluepool spends time with Sunstar's other children. She knows her own apprentice, of course. Gruff and unrelenting in his ways. And she knows Bearpaw, gentle and kind. But the others? Rivepaw, Singedpaw and Sunlitpaw she knows next to nothing about. She cannot really truly be blamed for this though, children in her mind were best to be seen and not heard, not until they grew into something much less troublesome or they were your own apprentice and she only knew of Bearpaw because she worried for the next generation of her clan. Especially when she looked at him. How he could be the spitting image of his father and yet act so totally different from either of the toms she has not a clue in the world.

The over abundance of clover meant some fat and happy rabbits were to be had. Bluepool can feel an excited tingle running down her spine when she thinks about it. A glance over at her apprentice and her sibling remind her that the younger cats of the clan have only briefly known what it is like to have a full belly, to be warm and feel everything good in the world. They had been born in a time of such turmoil... Sometimes thinking of it made Bluepools heart ache for them but then she reminded herself that because of their trials they would be made better, not in spite of.

Sunlitpaw's question makes her pause, and she turns to look at the apprentice and the object of her interest. "Those are just the seeds" she informs her. Today was a good day, and Bluepool felt warm, more patient than usual. "You know, the elders say that if you blow on it and help it spread, it will grant you one wish. You blew on one so you get to make a wish kiddo!" what would she wish for, she wonders.

( ➸ ) test my worth in blood

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  BLUEPOOL WINDCLAN LEAD WARRIOR ; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO SOOTSTAR & MINTSHADE
  

  A small framed moor runner with a blue toned pelt and black stripes. Her tail is cropped and her eyes are golden in color. On her chest, she sports a large 'X' shaped scar.

  ✦ Difficult in battle. A skilled fighter + isn’t above using dirty tricks in order to win
  

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── He finds himself at a loss where some of his children are concerned, namely Bearpaw and Sunlitpaw. They have known Wolfsong far longer than he knew his own mother, and Sunstar's father was not so much a parent to him as he was a guardian. He was always intensely curious, fiercely so, and his mother knew how to treat his behavior— but would she have known what to do if he were softer, quieter, timid? Or would she, spirited and battle-hardened, be as lost as Wolfsong? If he had withdrawn, could she pull him back?

He cannot know these answers, of course, but he wishes he knew where to begin in remedying Sunlitpaw's distance.

He does not leave the patrol behind in his course for the moors; he lingers, watching their interest in the balding dandelion, and Bluepool references an elder's tale. Free wishes? Simply for blowing upon it? Doubtful. Wolfsong, in a partial mirror to Sunlitpaw, crouches before the plant. "I had not heard they grant wishes," he says, eyeing the white seeds. "We made a game of it, your father and I, to see whose lungs were stronger."
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 42 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTAR (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge.
  — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know; he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel."
  — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you.
  — ★★★☆☆ KITTING: Thanks to Starlingheart and his own pregnancy, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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[SCORCHSTREAK]

༄༄ The sound of voices above draws Scorchstreak’s attention away from where her paws press against the tunnel’s wall, sliding across mud as she attempts to patch up a less stable spot. Sunlitpaw’s voice is an easy one to pick out from a crowd, as is Bluepool’s; the calico creeps to the tunnel’s entrance on wary paws before sliding up and out of the tunnel. There she spots her clanmates, gathered just outside of the camp, and offers them a flick of an ear as she makes her way over to them. Sunlitpaw asks about a flower, and the silver tabby responds easily. The elders say that blowing on the seeds can grant a wish, Bluepool explains, and Scorchstreak’s brows furrow slightly.

That the seeds could grant wishes seems a kit’s playtime fantasy—but because the statement comes from Bluepool, the calico is willing to play along. Sunlitpaw gets a wish, the other lead warrior says, and Scorchstreak waves a paw at the apprentice. "What will you wish for, Sunlitpaw?" She’d love to say that she had an idea of what the younger WindClanner would wish for, but finds herself at a loss. She herself has never considered what she would wish for, given the chance; attempting to think of others’ wishes is even more futile a task.​

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