camp there'll be actual real live people [first time in camp]

[cloudypaw~]

𓆝 . ° ✦When he said he'd join, somehow that didn't directly link to that being, well, right now, and Mica was nervous. He'd never been around so many cats before. The forest sure was pretty though. The tall pines made him crane his head back just to try to see the tops. The smells all around were hard to distinguish. Sure, pine and leaves and stuff. Mostly the cats who were walking with him. He still kept a healthy distance from the one who threatened to kill him on sight. Like, jeez dude.

Upon reaching the entrance to camp, he hesitated. What if everyone else was mean? What if nobody wanted anything to do with him? And good lord there were a lot of smells in there. So many cats. But would it really be worse than going back? Probably not. The bruise on his ribcage throbbed in agreement. Definitely, probably better. He entered finally, the moment feeling longer than it probably was, and his pale green eyes blew wide at the sight of everyone. "Oh boy," he mumbled to himself.

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ooc Information

• ooc: @Bluepaw but no need to wait!
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  MICA — HE/THEY ･ 7 MOONS ･ KITTY-PET ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  lanky and tall light brown tabby with high white and green eyes. Big ol' himbo.

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[Bluepaw]

So, the official move to camp hadn’t been done yet but he was planning on it soon here. It was just a matter of getting the courage up to talk to Orangestar and ask to join full time, or he could just move right into the apprentices den without asking in the first place. Though which would go over better? He wasnt sure as neither seemed like a good idea and made him frown slightly to himself. It had been a matter he was pondering for the last few days and he was growing tired of being locked in his parents house. It has gotten a little out of hand and he feared not being able to come back ever again. Yet, Bluepaw was determined to be good and to work well enough to prove his place. Thats what mattered above all else.

Though as he had been sitting there outside of the apprentice’s den mulling over his own internal monologue, movement caught blue eyes. Bluepaw looked up for a moment and furrowed his brow, this cat looked familiar. He has seen this cat before but the placement of their interaction was lost on him. Maybe it had been in passing? There was a lot of cats in the twoleg place? Though this seemed more specific than that and he narrowed his gaze a little in thought.

The white and blue tomcat then noticed the expression they wore, and he couldnt help but chuckle slightly. Bluepaw remembered when he first came to camp and how overwhelming it had been. That there was so many new smells, sights and cats to get to know. It had been scary and he was lucky to have Florabreeze to help him adjust as well as his friends he’d made beforehand like Edenberry. So he couldnt imagine what it was like without someone at their side.

Bluepaw gave a small look for a second before pushing himself up onto his paws, and went to pad over. Well then maybe he should be that someone for this cat- strange as it was they looked familiar. They could still use a friend of course! So Bluepaw puffed up their chest and smiled as the came up to the light brown tabby cat with white, “Hey! Welcome! I dont think we’ve met yet” he mused happily and tried to be as cheery as he could.

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OOC INFO

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  Bluepaw-- 10 months Skyclan Daylight Apprentice
  -- AMAB Cisgendered Masculine
  -- Panromantic Demisexual Questioning Polyamory
  -- Apprentice to Beetleback
  -- A stock, short blue tabby cat with high white and sky blue eyes (carrying; TBD)
  -- Notable friendships; Edenberry, Florabreee, Jaypaw, Owlheart, Emberpaw​

 

[Cherryblossom]

Newcomers had stopped being exciting to Cherryblossom after she’d graduated to the apprentice’s den. Unfamiliar faces were just another facet of SkyClan life, and she hardly bothered to make herself known to them unless they trod on her tail in some way. It wasn’t that she hated kittypets and rogues on principle, it was just that some of them left and never came back, and why exert energy on someone she’d never see again after a moon? This fact did make them fun to toy with, though.

Now she has a shiny new title to parade around, and she’s forced to go out of her way to make sure the fresh-pawed know it. A tall cat with tabbied splotches catches her eye in the midst of a returning patrol, and she’s heading towards them before she can internally complain about it. The svelte calico stands next to Bluepaw, plumy tail raised high over her dappled back. ”Welcome to SkyClan.” Cherryblossom gives the boy a cool, impersonal smile. ”I’m Cherryblossom, the deputy here,” she adds loftily.

skyclan deputy | "speech." | tags​

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[falcongaze]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Falcongaze had stood where the younger cat did now- but far smaller. Far more naive. A three moon old kit smelling of the sewers with a father who gave him and his siblings to strangers. He inhaled softly, vision turning to see Bluepaw approaching the patrol that returned with the newcomer, and Falcongaze had to remind himself to mind his tongue. He glanced towards Cherryblossom, then back toward.

He could mind his tongue. Mind your tongue. Be civil. Words spoken internally as he pushed to his paws, approaching but not gathering too close as to not crowd the stranger. And- ugh, she's really doing that. Really? Falcongaze inhaled quietly, trying his best to keep his eyes forward and center, not rolling them in response to the deputy's stance and words. Could she sound any more... distant? He shook off the thought, because if he stood here mulling over Cherryblossom's actions any longer, he was going to shred bark.

"Welcome to Skyclan." He echoed Cherryblossom, words more grounded then hers. "Falcongaze- a warrior here." He introduced himself. "If... you need anything, just ask." He said. A moment later he waited, before backing away to give the poor kid some breathing space, his tail twitching in minor distaste of someone else.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── ILL SEE YOU WHEN ⋅❁⋅ THE WRATH COMES AROUND ──┐‎

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• FALCONPAW 🌧 he/him, apprentice of skyclan, fifteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate lynx point with deep blue eyes, and a long scar on his left cheek down under his jawline. pushes his 'hair' back. very long legged, half oriental moggie.
  ⭃ mentored by greeneyes / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after no one / / brother to spottedpaw and sagepaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[cloudypaw~]

𓆝 . ° ✦Mica took in the sight of Bluepaw, gears ticking away in his head. Surely he'd seen this guy before. But where... he didn't know. And he wasn't overly concerned with finding out. He brightened as the apprentice greeted him. Ah, so he doesn't hate me, he thought, considering the puzzling look he'd had as he treaded close. "I just got here! I'm Mica," he mewed. "Who're you?" he added on, almost as an after thought.

Then, some calico made herself known. She drew his attention, but not necessarily with her perceived authority. Mostly the funny look on her face. His brow furrowed in confusion at the title she drew from. "What's a deputy?" he asked bluntly. These cats sure like their funny words, he thought. His long tail mimicked hers, reaching up high over his back without even thinking about it. The boy then turned his attention to Falcongaze, who looked a bit more withdrawn. He appreciated the distance, to a degree. "Thanks! I am not gonna remember any of your names yet," he chirped. As Falcongaze turned away, his field of view grew again to the camp and those who hadn't greeted him yet and all the dens and everything he had to learn and-

"Um, do you guys have somewhere I should uh, go?"

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ooc Information

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  MICA — HE/THEY ･ 7 MOONS ･ KITTY-PET ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  lanky and tall light brown tabby with high white and green eyes. Big ol' himbo.

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[LIONPAW]

〔✦〕Strangers were intriguing to young Lionpaw. SkyClan is the only clan that regularly accepts the likes of kittypets and loners into their ranks, so naturally cats from all over end up on their borders and seek refuge in exchange for loyalty. It was interesting to hear stories about lands far beyond Highstones, far beyond the Twolegplace. This newcomer appeared rather young, though, so Lionpaw wondered if he had resided closer like in a twoleg nest or on the streets. Had he been all alone, without his parents or littermates? Lionpaw could not imagine facing an unknown world on his own. At least the brown tabby was here now, safe and taken care of.

The stranger seems nice enough, though he seems confused about what to do next. The chocolate torbie point is typically not one for striking up conversations with others, not like Candorpaw, but Lionpaw possesses an urge to be helpful. "The apprentices sleep in the apprentices' den. Y'make a nest and put it in there." The apprentice meows, a slightly shy expression still lingering on their youthful features. Out of common courtesy, the longhaired boy gives a nod of acknowledgment and adds, " 'm Lionpaw."

all the lights aglow ( tokyo snows ) //

• ooc.
  
• LIONPAW —— apprentice of skyclan , mentored by crowsight ✦ penned by beatles
  ✦ trans male / he/they pronouns / 6 moons & ages every 9th
  ✦ single / bisexual & monogamous
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— easy combat difficulty / won't start fights, won't kill
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are ic
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired chocolate torbie point with blue eyes. a silky, cream-colored pelt is adorned with chocolate points. his points are splashed with ginger spots. tabby patterns also stripe around their dark limbs and face.

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[Cherryblossom]

The unconscious mimicry of her tail doesn't go unnoticed; that, and the perplexed expression that momentarily befalls him, pleases her somewhat. "One of the cats who'll be telling you what to do," Cherryblossom answers saccharinely, blinking down the long, pale length of her muzzle at him.

An torn ear twitches at the low drone of a familiar voice. She doesn't give Falcongaze the satisfaction of looking at him, all the minutiae of disgust sure to fleck his features when he looks at her, like the wet residue of a passing monster. But at the very least, she'd allow him the silence to speak his piece, in the moment just one roguesblood to another. "You'll learn eventually," she remarks, in a tone nearly kind if not for its dismissive airiness.

One blue-eyed tom leaves, and another takes his place. Bobbie's son is eager to help; she can see it through the thin veil of reticence, holding him ever so slightly back like spidersilk threads. "I'll leave you to show him how, then," she hums. With a flourish of her tail, she bids the young newcomer and the rest of the patrol goodbye, and Cherryblossom strides off elsewhere.

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