private TULIP PICKING &. nighttime stroll

[ORANGEPAW.]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- "uhm, thank you guys for coming with me! i knows it's getting kinda late and stuff and I promise we won't stay out so long! i just wanna... visit really quick. thank you."

he isn't loud when he speaks, offering a smile when houndshade, stagsnarl, and grasspaw can see his face but as it's turned away snd he's sure no one can see him, a frown manages to tug on his face. it's brief, he cannot possibly keep from smiling for so long, but it's long enough for him to ponder why he feels this way. some parts of him feels this to he super silly because somewhere out there his mom is still there. she has to be. there's no way she's not... right? he can't believe that she would leave him. she promised to come back so she's gotta be out there... it's hard to accept anything else. the lack of finality, or proof, just makes him confused.

"just take it easy. really don't need you hurting yourself again."

stagsnarl speaks up, a snort in their words that just doesn't reach orangepaw's ears. he only looks back at them with a smile, close eyed and teeth gleaming. even if his eyes were open, there would be no sign of malice. he really is thankful for them coming.

"hehehe, of course! thank you!"

he skips ahead, only slowing down when he reaches the graveyard. he drops his smile a bit so he doesn't seem so excited. it's out of a respect for everything. his first stop is at howlingstar's grave. he sits down with a quiet sigh, pushing his ears back.

"hi, howlingstar. i hope you're okay up there. uhm... i miss you. you were a really good leader and flamestar is a good one too! I hope it's not too cold up there! be sure to cuddle with your ma if you see here, okay?"

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IN A RAGING BLACK OCEAN ⋅❁⋅ LOW IN THE WATER, AND NOWHERE TO GO ──┐‎

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  ORANGEPAW ✩ he/they, apprentice of thunderclan, 10 moons.
  ⭃ rather large polydactyl orange tabby with white markings, green eyes, a broken left hind leg, and scars on his face and right side
  ⭃ npc x npc // no known family. mother is deceased
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ not necessarily great in battle. semi easy to attack due to lack of expereince alone.
  ⭃ penned by scar ↛ @salemdraws on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Houndshade]

She still found it difficult to look at Orangepaw, they tried to as much as they could so he didn't think he's done anything wrong. However she just finds it difficult to see anything other than how he looked after falling out of that tree. More often than not their eyesight falls back on it his maimed leg, things haven't been any kinder for him since then and that only makes it harder for her to maintain eye contact. Would things be easier if he didn't fall out of the tree? She knows that they couldn't do anything about it in the moment, not agile enough to save him and yeah they weren't the only one there but she feels comfortable placing that guilt solely on her shoulders.

"You're fine, take all the time you need" she's not heartless enough to rush someone along on a trip to the graveyard of all things. Even if it was just meant to be a stroll she still wouldn't rush him, it must have been boring to be cooped up in the medicine cat den all day. Even if he seemed super close with Gentlestorm, they don't blame him for wanting to stretch his legs. After a beat they turn their head away from the apprentice again, trying to act like it was less that she couldn't look at him and more that she wanted to look at Stagsnarl.

Houndshade can't help but chuckle in reaction to their snort, infectious as always. Lingering behind alongside Grasspaw as he skips ahead, a frown tugging at her maw as her eyes sweeped over the small valley of graves. Quietly she approaches Howlingstar's grave, lingering behind the tom as if she herself were a phantom here. Unsure of what they could really contribute here she just dips her head in respect, leaving Orangepaw to his chatter, clearly it must bring some kind of comfort to him.

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[ORANGEPAW.]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- //cw: for grave destruction / bullying

"what's this?"

grasspaw's voice makes orangepaw perk up snd look over towards the edge of the graveyard. he stands up, making his way over paws shuffling nervously as he moves some of the leaves away from the oddly placed collection of rocks, and even a couple of feathers. he makes sure it looks good before turning to look back at grasspaw with a small smile.

"it's... a little grave i made for my mom. if she... well since she is, you know, gone. she would have liked a grave and i know she wasn't technically a thunderclanner but she could have been... and she would have been a really good one. gentlestorm said so. so... I made her a little grave. I had one outside of his den but I moved it here since I csn get out of camp and i–"

"your mom? she isn't a thunderclanner. she never has been, and never will be. she's dead. and she doesn't belong here with the rest of the clan who died for stupid cats like you."

orangepaw's ears flatten back, as he nervously steps away from grasspaw who steps closer.

"but that's not... i-i mean... it's not taking up any space! I made sure of that! my mom just deserves something and since I couldn't save her i... owe her this."

"do you really think that you could have saved her? you can barely save yourself. if you want to make her a stupid grave, do it somewhere else. not here."

before orangepaw even has proper time to react, to do anything other than stare, grasspaw lifts his paw and destroys the grave, kicking the rocks away and lashing his tail from side to side as orangepaw feels like his heart is being squeezed by the claws attached to grasspaw's paw. he can't breathe. his breath quickens, and tears start to fall faster than he knows what to do with. his paws begin to shake and he moves to try and grab the rocks, tears making his vision blurry and panick making his body tremble.

"n-no... no... that's... h-hang on... i can fix it, okay? i will fi...fix it... why won't.. why won't it stay up.... I can't... f...fix.... can't..."

by this point in time, one of the two warriors accompanying the apprentices has made their way over, gently nudging houndshade as they do, teeth pulled back in a snarl. sure, orangepaw is annoying. bit this was just uncalled for. if they didn't think they'd get in trouble for it, they'd claw some sense right into grasspaw.

"what in the name of the stars is the matter with you!?"

she hisses, and through hiccuped breaths and salty tears, orangepaw still somehow says these words.

"n-no don't... it's not gr-grasspaw's fault i-i should have... it's... don't be up...set with h-him... I'm s-sorry..."

"don't be a fucking mousebrain, orangepaw. this isn't your fault and I refuse to let you take blame for the idiocy of someone else."

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IN A RAGING BLACK OCEAN ⋅❁⋅ LOW IN THE WATER, AND NOWHERE TO GO ──┐‎

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  ORANGEPAW ✩ he/they, apprentice of thunderclan, 11 moons.
  ⭃ rather large polydactyl orange tabby with white markings, green eyes, a broken left hind leg, and scars on his face and right side
  ⭃ npc x npc // no known family. mother is deceased
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ not necessarily great in battle. semi easy to attack due to lack of experience alone.
  ⭃ penned by scar ↛ @salemdraws on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Houndshade]

She places no stock in Grasspaw's curiosity, sensing no ill intent behind it. This was just a strange grave in a place full of them, they too had been curious about what was there but she hadn't truly been curious enough to ask. There's a twitch of an ear as Orangepaw mentions that this is a grave intended for his mother, she can't help but try and meet Stagsnarl's eye's for a questioning glance. She thought it was a little odd but if he was happy enough doing this and it wasn't taking up any space for other graves then was there really in harm in it?

Grasspaw seemed to think so and her stomach drops, it's not exactly like Skyclaw's rhetoric but it's close enough to make her pelt itch uncomfortably. She thinks about interveining, asking Stagsnarl to say something or something like that but he just keeps going. Words aren't enough for the apprentice and he turns to actions, deciding that he must be the expert on who is or isn't a thunderclanner or who does or doesn't deserve a grave. Plumy tail lashes in frustration as she finds her paws itch to move forward, the chimera brushing against her holds her back for just a moment.

Her head pounds and she finds herself squinting in this low light, it's all too much really. Orangepaw's justifiable babbling on choked back tears while her friend seethes. Exhaling slowly she approaches the scene unfolding in front of them. "Grasspaw," there's an authority in her tone that she didn't really care to carry but it's time like this that she has to act like a warrior they suppose. That meant having to have some kind of maturity over the apprentices, being able to herd them.

"Apologise to Orangepaw and fix the mess you caused or else I'll be letting your mentor know what you're up to when they're not looking" she doesn't particularly want to do this but they had a feeling being tough on the apprentice was really the only approach here. "I'll be personally making sure you're assigned to remove ticks from the elders for the rest of the moon" there's a measured coolness to her. Trying to keep a tone neutral, an attempt to embody what pissed them off about warriors when she was an apprentice because if she hated them in that moment she found she often listened. Of course, she intends to still report what he'd done back to his mentor but really he should of thought about that before his outburst.

With a huff she flicks her tail against Orangepaw's flank reassurangly. "Grasspaw is a grown cat Orangepaw, you don't need to defend him... It's uh... nice? Of you to be so considerate though" the poor kids upset and she's really not looking to upset him further.

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