THIS LAND — outlook rock

[ROWANPAW]

It was fixing to be a rather bright morning on the moors, with the sun piercing through the skies and casting its great light across the wilds. Of course, the temperatures tended to climb quickly in the season of greenleaf, but one of the WindClan border patrols had decided to stop and spend some time relaxing at Outlook Rock before the heat grew to be unbearable.

Some patrolmates lounged in the shade of the natural structure, some tried their paw at hunting in the grasses surrounding the base and some of them—mostly apprentices—were looking out over the territory from the very top. Rowanpaw in particular was seated upon their haunches, bi-colored gaze sweeping the distant hills and forests in a meditative sort of manner. They sometimes wondered about the other clans; did they have views like this, too? SkyClan did, surely, as they were renowned climbers.

Their half-lidded gaze flicks toward one of their clanmates, who is seemingly testing their luck by peering down Outlook Rock over the edge. "Don't stray too close to the edge, unless you want to fall." Rowanpaw huffs rather sternly. Some of these cats were utter harebrains sometimes...

𝐈𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ✹ . + 　 　˚ 　　　　 · 　 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐓

• @Brackenpaw @SHEEPPAW @Grasspaw but no need to wait!

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  a tunneler apprentice of windclan, rowanpaw is eight moons and is mentored by swiftshade they are the child of snakehiss and berrysnap. split directly down the middle, their right half is solid black and their left half is tortoiseshell patterned. they also have amber and blue heterochromia. ✦

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[cottonsprig]

The she-cat does not usually hang around apprentices, but given there are... what, four of them? She decided that it'd be no issue to at least tag along with them and their mentors as a just-in-case adult. Thinking of herself as an adult in general is still odd, given her -paw was only taken a mere moon prior. But... if she's old enough to get into the position she's in, she's old enough to help wrangle a few apprentices.

"Let's not want to fall at all, actually," Cottonsprig calls to the apprentices as she curves around outlook rock, observing the weeds that crop around the base. Her gaze hardly trails on Rowanpaw and their peers as she finds something particularly interesting, but she does afford them a glance after a few moments of inspection. "See, this... is just some crabgrass. If any of you fall and break anything, it'll do nothing to help you." Not usually this sour, the she-cat shakes her pelt and continues her search, hoping dearly that she will not have to learn how to mend broken bones that day.​

 

[SHEEPPAW]

"You're no fun, Cottonsprig! I ain't falling!" Sheeppaw calls back before rolling his eyes, with a pout settled on his charcoal - dusted face. Him? Falling from a rock? Not happening! He sticks his tongue out at the retreating back of the buzzkill medicine cat. The long-legged black smoke, flicks his tail in boredom as he leans over to pop his head over the rock. Looking down below, with a grin.

Usually drowsy (sometimes) in the daytime, he was particularly awake this time. Hanging out with his denmates, exploring the moors with them... even if it's on Outlook Rock. With the bright sun glaring at his back, in uncomfortable heat he huffs as he leans his body back on his haunches. Blaaand! He wants to do something, his dark tail twitching as he tilts his head up gazing at the cloudless sky. "I wanna do somethin'... Play a game, it's soooo boring!" He then lets himself plop on his side with his legs splayed out.

He groans. Brows knitted he then turns his head over towards the nearest clanmate. Sky - blue narrowed slightly with an ear flick. "Hey, hey. Let's do something exciting to past the time! Yeah?"

SNOOZING IN CLOUDS ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 FEEL THE LAUGHTER BUILD

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• no ref yet </3
• ( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
  ⤷ amab ; HE / HIM ; 9 MOONS & AGES EVERY 29TH.
  ✶ undecided / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, B9D6F2" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like early morning dew & windblown heather
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[Lakepaw.]

[ ༻ ❊ ༺ ] Outlook rock... Sparkspirit had warned him about it, how it was dangerous and yet also a good place to see the territory from and not only that the chances of birds nesting there was in the mix. Yet despite this, it was always best to keep caution over the rock, keep close to the center, don't go to the edge, or whatever. Being able to see the bordering territories from it was breath-taking, yet hearing Rowanpaw's warning to Cottonsprig's commentz even pointing out something called crab-grass, her words sour and he wondered to himself if the medicine cat was tired.

Yet Sheeppaw's response made him silently approach his friend aiming to lightly cuff the other boy."Cottonsprig is just looking out for us, like she always have." he stated smoothly before looking over towards the she-cat who had returned to her duties while giving her a curt nod before focusing his attention back to the other group of apprentices with an amuse look in his bi-color gaze. Sheeppaw wanted to play a game and a part of him glanced to the edge of the rocks before fixating back on the group before him.

"Maybe I spy?" he suggested, it'll keep them entertained and the risk of falling off the rocks wouldn't be too big of a concern, he did not want to get nor hear an earfull from both Cottonsprig nor Wolfsong, nor delay his training- he was sure Sparkspirit would not enjoy that, nor would any of the other apprentice's mentor want that surely.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── Somewhere beyond the broken lullabies ──┐‎

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  "speak""Thoughts"
  
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  Lakepaw ❊ AMAB, He/Him, Apprentice of Windclan, 8 moons.
  ⭃ LH Rosette Lynx Minx with low white and bi-color eyes, blind in left eye
  ⭃ NPC X NPC
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Brackenpaw]

The warmth of the sun beaming against the Outlook Rock was pleasant, not a sweltering mess as opposed to warmer days. Still Brackenpaw finds themself constantly shuffling while on her haunches anyways as if the slate of stone underneath was on fire. They always found themself to be a little awkward amongst larger crowds of clan mates. Even when amongst peers close in age and rank, where things should be more casual she finds herself keenly aware of her surroundings. It was kind of nice though, to be around the other apprentices and enjoyed listening to the conversation.

They can't help but roll their eyes over Sheeppaw's antics, a small half smile present. “Come on, listen to Rowanpaw and try to not wind up in the medicine cat den” they find themself calling out from where she perched. Ear twitching as she watches Lakepaw's attempt at cuffing the apprentice, they wouldn't say anything but she thought it was funny to watch him fire back at Cottonsprig. She was nice enough, Brackenpaw liked the medicine cat but as one who enjoyed running their mouth towards the higher ranks they had to respect him for doing the same.

“I spy?” They find themself repeating in disbelief, it sounded kind of boring but if it was enough to keep someone from breaking something it would have to do. Reluctantly there's acceptance and with a shrug off their shoulders she finally stops shuffling “okay, I spy with my little eye something…” the clouds were sparce today so that seemed like a solid launching point. Not immediately obvious but not overly hard, this wasn't a very high stakes game after all. “...white” she says simply, if the correct answer of cloud was given she'd nod in confirmation.

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‎‎ ‎┌── Im just a dog ⸙ with no bite ──┐‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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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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