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Lambpaw
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Truth be told, Lambpaw was a little too sheltered to have much of an opinion on current events, her focus was always on lighter things in such an optimistic manner it was almost bordering ignorance. Her attention drifted to trivial things rather than the important ones, what she would eat today, what games she would have time to play, how was Sheepkit doing in the nursery while she did boring patrols and chased birds through the moorlands. Sometimes she longed to be a kitten again, curled up and napping most her day away and only worrying over whether she would have anyone to play with when she woke; pestering the other denizens of the den for entertainment. She made a habit to be the first to bring the queens prey to check on her younger brother, but also because of the nostalgia of inhaling the warm milk-scented nests again and basking in the memories of her more joyful days untethered by work and duties. Lambpaw was a good apprentice, at least, her misgivings aside but she did find the tedium a bit too much and she wished desperately for excitement that was not drenched in blood as the civil war and subsequent battles had been; her participation had been minimal, a claw swipe here and there and primarily aiding others in chasing off their own opponents over tackling her own but she had always preferred to act as a supporting role anyways so it the glory and roar of victory was not a song that needed to sing through her blood to fill her with accomplishment. She was content, as she always was, with just being there - history was made and the black and white molly's large fluffy form loomed in the background as a drifting cloud on the scenery while the sun rose in the sky to take its place. Oh, she had opinions about Sunstar more than she did Sootstar. She had ignored the former matriarch and her scary demeanor but he was handsome and he was kind in his sternness; it was such a welcome relief to walk around lost in her daydreams and not fear her ears being shredded. A small scolding, perhaps, but no more cuffs with claws, no more risk of abuse. As she trotted to the nursery, mouth full of cotton fluff she'd gathered by the two-leg barn fence, Lambpaw was happy knowing Sheepkit would not be apprenticed under such a rule - he would be treated far better than her or her peers thankfully.
"Heya Sheepy! I got some fun stuff for you and your friends to play with!" With a toss of her head she scattered the white down, shed from the namesakes of her and her brother - it was soft like dandelion but not so fine as to stick and line a mouth with annoying fuzz.
Truth be told, Lambpaw was a little too sheltered to have much of an opinion on current events, her focus was always on lighter things in such an optimistic manner it was almost bordering ignorance. Her attention drifted to trivial things rather than the important ones, what she would eat today, what games she would have time to play, how was Sheepkit doing in the nursery while she did boring patrols and chased birds through the moorlands. Sometimes she longed to be a kitten again, curled up and napping most her day away and only worrying over whether she would have anyone to play with when she woke; pestering the other denizens of the den for entertainment. She made a habit to be the first to bring the queens prey to check on her younger brother, but also because of the nostalgia of inhaling the warm milk-scented nests again and basking in the memories of her more joyful days untethered by work and duties. Lambpaw was a good apprentice, at least, her misgivings aside but she did find the tedium a bit too much and she wished desperately for excitement that was not drenched in blood as the civil war and subsequent battles had been; her participation had been minimal, a claw swipe here and there and primarily aiding others in chasing off their own opponents over tackling her own but she had always preferred to act as a supporting role anyways so it the glory and roar of victory was not a song that needed to sing through her blood to fill her with accomplishment. She was content, as she always was, with just being there - history was made and the black and white molly's large fluffy form loomed in the background as a drifting cloud on the scenery while the sun rose in the sky to take its place. Oh, she had opinions about Sunstar more than she did Sootstar. She had ignored the former matriarch and her scary demeanor but he was handsome and he was kind in his sternness; it was such a welcome relief to walk around lost in her daydreams and not fear her ears being shredded. A small scolding, perhaps, but no more cuffs with claws, no more risk of abuse. As she trotted to the nursery, mouth full of cotton fluff she'd gathered by the two-leg barn fence, Lambpaw was happy knowing Sheepkit would not be apprenticed under such a rule - he would be treated far better than her or her peers thankfully.
"Heya Sheepy! I got some fun stuff for you and your friends to play with!" With a toss of her head she scattered the white down, shed from the namesakes of her and her brother - it was soft like dandelion but not so fine as to stick and line a mouth with annoying fuzz.
- -Looking for @sheepkit !
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—⊰⋅ Apprentice of WindClan
—⊰⋅ She/Her
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
—⊰⋅ LH Black w/high white & cyan eyes.