camp THE END OF THE WORLD ＜ APPRENTICE DEN ＞

[THISTLEPAW]

Howlingstar had bid him to try, but restlessness doesn't leave him so quickly. The sky is still dark, lightening up in tiny slivers at a time, and the camp is. . . mostly quiet. He swears he can hear his own heart beating. Are any of his denmates as restless as he is? Morning will come and their training will begin anew. Surely Raccoonstripe will come for him early. Not many other mentors would let their apprentices sleep in either. He should try harder to sleep, and definitely abandon whatever thought that he has about rousing some of the other apprentices to converse, of all things. Thistlepaw has never been all that close to his clanmates. He– well, on a night like this when he can hear their breathing and their shifting limbs, he wonders if their dislike of him had always been in his head.

Had any of them truly had thought of him as just a pathetic kittypet, or was it something his mind screamed so loudly at himself that he could only pretend it came from somewhere else?

Thistlepaw's nest rustles as he shifts upright. Amber eyes blink in the darkness, taking in the shapes of other cats curled up. The ferns seem to reach down on them. Giant claws aimed to scoop them up. Or a gentle whisker meant to brush them to sleep. Through the entryway, he can see the faintest glimmer of silver starlight. Maybe the paws of a passing camp guard. (What was that thought just there? Sneaking out? His mentor would have his ears.) But what would it be like to do it anyway? To leave the safety of this den and head out into the night and just. . . be? He sighs briefly. It gusts against his teeth louder than he'd expected, but the voice that follows is louder still even as a whisper: "Is anyone awake?"

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 🙴 𝗕𝐎𝐍𝐄  ╱ 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑯 𝑰𝑻? ＜06.02＞ ⸙

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• 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐖. HE - HIM. YOUNG APPRENTICE OF THUNDERCLAN. ————— the son of an ex-kittypet has spent most of his life confined to the medicine den. bad circumstances and worse healing left him in a limbo between life and death which he only just escaped. he feels he must prove himself a great warrior so his clanmates will see him as anything more than a weak kittypet. ╱ PENNED BY REVELATIONS
  
  
  
  a prickly-furred chocolate and slate cat with amber eyes. finally growing into his frame with moons of hard work and steady enough food, thistlepaw has taken a blocky, bulky shape with broad shoulders and densely muscled hindlimbs. his fur remains a tough-edged cloak, but now carries a well-groomed sheen despite how unruly it is.

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[FALLOWBITE]

ˏˋ*⁀➷ The dark of the apprentice den looms like the ferns above her head. Fallowpaw breathes, slowly, in and out. She is a light sleeper, wakened easily by her own restless thoughts. She'll be a warrior soon, and it feels like a sham. She's been tearing her way through her apprenticehood with gnashing teeth, blood marking a trail behind her. Does any of it matter? She's still a rogue at the end of the day. And her denmates comments... They keep talking about kittypets, keep condemning her mentor for being one of them. It rankles at the apprentice. When she graduates, will she feel like she's earned it? Will her denmates think she's earned it, with a mentor they all look down on? Why does she care?

A soft huff leaves the maw of the apprentice. Words cut through the dark, soft and imploring. "Mm," she grumbles in response, an affirmative that could easily be mistaken for merely a sleeping grunt.

Still, her eyes crack open. Golden glints in the dim as it searches for the source of the voice. Thistlepaw, frail and snarling, a wild thing like her and yet born to pampered blood. He's got that brittleness about him, that anger. She sees it in him as she does herself, as she does in Skyclaw. That fear, that sense of not belonging. She makes no disgruntled comments about losing sleep, showing her sympathy in restraint. It seems to be the only way she knows how, leashing herself in displays of kindness. She merely waits, watching the other warily.

‎‎┌── HERE IN THE FOREST, DARK AND DEEP ⁀➷ I OFFER YOU ETERNAL SLEEP ──┐‎

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  "SPEECH"

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  FALLOWPAW ⁀➷ she / it, apprentice of thunderclan, ten moons.
  ➳ a scarred, pointed brown and white molly with shaggy fur and golden eyes.
  ➳ standoffish and solitary, always seems to have a dark cloud hanging over its head.
  ➳ baying hound xx npc, littermate to antlerpaw & doepaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Addersnap]

Sleep had been an unfamiliar friend throughout his apprenticeship, brushing against his delicate frame with gracious intent to lull him to sleep every once in a blue moon. Over time, exhaustion had begun to wear at his muscles and mind enough for him to sleep through the night undisturbed by his own thoughts, and instead replaced by the intense twitches of chasing a rabbit in his dreams. Adderpaw had been showing growth over the past few months in his training with Leafhusk — although still engulfed in the idea that he was meant to be unteachable and was destined for failure — and couldn't help but wear his pride on his shoulder with glee.

Although his denmates may be wracked with the burden of dealing with judgmental glares of clanmates due to the lineage of their mentors, Adderpaw couldn't be more thankful for Leafhusk and all she had done for him. She gave him a second chance when he had been abandoned, left to stress about if he would be kicked from the clan due to his incompetence. Perhaps that's how Leafhusk herself felt, though not to the extent of what he was dealing with. It made him pity the molly in a way, but he still couldn't be more proud of his lead warrior mentor. So, let everyone think differently of him — it's not like he wasn't already dealt with that, anyways.

Thistlepaw's voice came unwelcomed to his relaxed ears, immediately making sharp movement towards his head as a groan escaped his lips. The tabby was so close to falling into the wonderful bliss of slumber, smelling the mole that had emerged from its system in the ground still in the real world. "Uuuuggghhhhhh, Thistlepaw... I almost caught a mole, you mouse-brain." His voice cracked with a snap, heat rushing to his cheeks with embarrassment in hopes that no one would acknowledge it. Golden hues flutter open to observe the prickly apprentice with narrowed lids. Though Thistlepaw was always on edge, something seemed to be bothering him more than usual.

Slowly getting into a slumped sitting position, Adderpaw let out a long yawn as he flicked his ears towards the sound of Fallowpaw's grumble. Did everyone suffer with insomnia in this den or something? Smacking his lips together with no care for how annoying it may be for his surrounding peers, he dipped into a stretch before standing to meet Thistlepaw's gaze. "What do you want? It better be good, or I'm gonna make you catch me a mole tomorrow as payment for waking me up." His words may have come across as a joke, but the deadpan tone in his voice and frown in his expression would quickly prove otherwise as he lashed his tail in similar fashion to the snake he was named for.

𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 ˗༉‧₊˚.༊* 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍?

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  an apprentice of thunderclan, adderpaw is one of the oldest in his rank at ten moons. he is being mentored by leafhusk, and is on track to graduate as a warrior later than his peers. displays a similar looking pattern to the adder snake, with a reddish-brown coat sporting splatters of white to compliment dark tones. often smells of fresh soil & musky wood. ✦

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[ORANGEPAW.]

WE WERE PLAYING IN THE SAND​

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orangepaw likes to sleep. in his dreams, he feels happier than he does when he's awake and he's pretty happy when he is awake too. but in his dreams, his mama is still with him. she grooms his fur and even calls him orangepaw. she had always meant to name him, she says, but little one had always been so easy to remember. he was her little one. he is her little one, even if he hasn't heard her say it in a while. at least I his dreams his mama is still here and he doesn't feel like he's waiting for her to come back. he lays down upside down, paws outstretched and his features are soft. however, his sleep is interrupted. his ears twitch back and forth and he jolts, a brief look of confusion takes over him and he doesn't know what to think.

"h-huh?"

he blinks a few good times before flipping over in his nest and stretching with a yawn, claws gently kneading at the edge of his nest.

"hi. is it morning yet?"

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[Mintpaw]

Mintpaw slept quietly in his corner of the den, head pointed towards the inside of the den. His dream was nothing interesting, a simple day of a patrol near the thunderpath. It seemed to be going good, until the noises of a monster approached, coming closer to the patrol, to him, louder and louder and suddenly -- His eyes open, ears perked up straight. Green eyes blink once, twice, scanning the den. Was he..? He's fine. Noises still rang in his ears, and he squints his eyes as if it would help him focus on the conversation. Not a conversation - just chatter.

"Not yet," he muttered to Orangepaw. "Why are you all awake...?" Mintpaw's words trail off into a yawn. Going back to sleep might be impossible for a moment, too tense after the dream he had. This could distract him until then.
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we do what we must to get by ➷

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  - MINTPAW . tags
  - AMAB Male (he/him) - 8 moons
  - gen 1 . npc x npc . sib to none
  - speech . thoughts
  penned by doc
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[DEERPAW.]

The dark of the apprentice's den looms above his head. Deerpaw's flank rises up and down, as he slowly breathes in and out. Sleep isn't unfamiliar throughout his lifetime, whisking against his scrawny built frame.

Pulling him into a deep slumber. Now, that exhaustion weights on his limbs, sleep comes easier to him like he was a kit. His mind is also as exhausted as him, for him to sleep throughout the might undisturbed and dreams of… whatever he dreamt about. Though, some of his denmates comments about kittypets. They keep talking about them… What's so great about kittypets anyhow? Why are they so nosy about them? Why does he care? Weirdos. Honestly, he doesn't mind if his mentor, Lily Pad was clanborn or a kittypet. Or the queen's who bothered raising him. Who literally cares about their lineage.

A annoyed huff leaves his maw, as he heard one of his denmates speak into the quiet of the apprentice's den. Words cutting into the darkness. "Hmp.." He grumbles in a frown tugging on his once peaceful face. Flicking a feathered ear in annoyance at being woken up. Eyelids still closed, he groggily lifts his head up. Slowly cracking one of his eyes open. Hazel eyes appear in the gloom of the den, looking at his fellow apprentices shuffle around with a blank stare.

"No." Deerpaw spoke with a deadpan, with an undertone of tiredness within. He scrunches his nose up at the waking bodies of his denmates. Why is everyone awake? He twitches his plumy tail that was curled tightly around his figure. His sleep was… interrupted, now he was awake. Ugh… I can't get back to sleep like this. The tortie clicks his tongue, as he promptly laid his head on the corner of his nest. Examining his fellow apprentices with a sleepy but an unsettling stare.

A NERVOUS CREATURE ᯓ★ BLACK GOAT'S EGG

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• no ref yet
• ( i can't handle it… ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ♰ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ DEERPAW. ╱ thunderclan apprentice
  ✶ amab ; HE / HIM ; 6 MOONS & AGES EVERY 26TH.
  ✶ undecided / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a scrawny longhaired black/dark ginger tortie and white tom with hazel eyes.
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, ff7844" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like fresh caramelized apples & faint damp earth musk
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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