pafp Take a swim in the water ⸙ Collecting rocks

[Brackenpaw]

They wondered if warriors struggled keeping up with the transitions from kits to apprentices, much less from apprentices to warriors. Whenever they see Puddlepaw around their brain first jumps to Puddlekit. Despite the discrepancy in titles they were excited to see her alongside them on patrols. This patrol was one of the ones that she had been lucky enough to join her on. Tail raised high as they walked alongside the apprentice, glancing around at their surroundings. The glare of the sun caused her to squint, Brackenpaw had become adjusted to the darkness of the tunnels so the contrast between the two was jarring.

How long would it take for Puddlek-Puddlepaw to be used to this? Maybe it would be easier for her, since they seemed to enjoy floating around in quieter spaces. Well- the nursery was anything but quiet but the tortoiseshell just didn't think moor runner when they looked at them. “It stinks in there, I don't know if Jaggedfang has taken you into any yet but just in case they haven't” they scoff, grimacing at the musk “It can suck, smell wise anyways.” They glance at her mentor, squinting in suspicion before turning her gaze forward.

As they passed by one of of the tunnel entrances there is a falter in her steps as something caught her eye. The glimmer of sunlight reflecting from a rock, flecks of something they can't really identify etched within. They nudge the apprentice next to her and slows herself down, trailing towards the back of the patrol. Olive eyes glancing at the rock again “whatever happened to that pebble you were playing with back at the nursery?” It was moons ago, they had just assumed maybe it got lost over time.

An idea flickers in their mind “We should take these ones, it could be a…” they flick her tongue against teeth. “A momento I guess? New stone for a new nest?” It sounded kind of silly now that they were saying it out loud, they didn't know how to particularly drop the subject now that she brought it up. A white paw bats one stone towards the tunneler apprentice, blinking at her curiously.

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• Brackenpaw
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 9 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Bluefrost
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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[Puddlepaw.]

I WANT TO BELONG
LIKE THE BIRDS IN THE TREES ​

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puddlepaw & 06 moons & demi-girl & she/they & windclan apprentice ​

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Being an apprentice is nice - a whole wide world now at Puddlepaws... well, paws. It's only silly things like rules that keep her from roaming freely - so she hums along absently, does her best to remember what hr mentor says even when she doesn't really care what he's taking about. And then he brings her to the tunnels, shows her how to dig, makes her do chores. And then, eventually, she is free once more. Such an easy routine - it flies by so easily, she almost wonders why she'd even been excited.

And then Brackenpaw talks to her on patrol, and eyes glow with interest. " MHm - it smells... strange, doesn't it? " she wouldn't say it stinks - the smell of dust and dirt and damp is actually quite pleasant once she got used to it - but she doesn't correct her friend either. Brackenpaw draws her attention to something shiny - dazed look crossing her face once more, " Hm... I think it got tired of being my rock, 'cause it disappeared, " or more likely, she'd misplaced it, or someone else had thought her toy to be interesting.

' A momento I guess? New stone for a new nest?' and oh, doesn't that sound nice? Humming only grows louder, as head bobs furiously - Puddlepaw really likes the idea of that. And yet... paw stills, hovering over the stone where she'd meant to snag it, expression gone pensive. " We should find two - a pair, so we can match, " she says, brushing her shoulder against Brackenpaws. She thinks of Lakepaw, of how they have matching eyes, and how she shares no such thing with her best friend. yes, she likes matching.

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