WASH THE WORLD AWAY ✦ sheep-paw

[MIDNIGHTPAW]

It seemed like maybe, finally, things were creeping back to normality. Wolfsong and Calendinepaw had managed to temper the spread of Yellowcough, and Sunstar claimed their clanmates could come back soon. Cottonsprig had returned to them, safe and sound, much to everyone's relief. The sting of old heartache was finally beginning to fade, and Midnightpaw felt a shift in her soul. Sleep came easier most nights, but she found it hard to shake old habits. The starry sky had been a constant comfort to her throughout her life, and even when the days were stable she felt an unearthly pull to the night.

The ebony-striped scrap of a girl slipped from the cluster of apprentice nests when the moon was at its highest peak. She tried not to disturb her peers, but may not have been entirely successful. Silver light bathed her shadowy fur as she languidly arched her back, stretching tired limbs before flattening herself to the sandy floor of the camp. Midnightpaw felt the tension drain from her body as the cold glow of the moon washed over her, rolling onto her back and tucking her paws into her chest. A rare smile graced her frail features as her cornflower gaze traced the pattern of the stars above her. She hardly noticed that she was not the only one awake at that moment.

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• MIDNIGHTPAW ✦ she / her, moor-runner apprentice of windclan, 8 moons
  ⭃ short-hair black tabby with low-white, vitiligo and blue eyes. petite and fragile
  ⭃ hollowcreek x harbingermoon // littermate to whitepaw and grasspaw
  ⭃ adopted by nightingalecry // adopted sister to frightpaw, witherpaw and deathpaw
  ⭃ single, crushing on no one // currently mentored by redheart
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted // underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[SHEEPPAW]

Sleep came somewhat... relatively easy to Sheeppaw since he has been permitted to join the apprentice's den again. Wolfsong and Celandinepaw has wrestled through the spread of Yellowcough. His glad with Cottonsprig being back– but yeesh can't the buzzkill medicine cat be more late? Good that she's back though! He had missed his whole being– well, only being becoming bare to the night sky paired with the ever glowing stars. It is a comfort.

Curled in her nest, with only her dark tail draped out of it. A large ear twitched towards the sound of shuffling pawsteps, she cracks open an eye. Scrunching up her darkened muzzle, she lifts her head from her nest with a small grumble leaving her. The black smoke lets out a yawn, her jaws splitting open as he starts to shuffle in her nest to get up. She staggers out of her nest, with a slow blink. He clicks his tongue, brows knitted together before letting a small frown curl his lips. Sheeppaw slips around the sleeping bodies of denmates, careful of not letting his paws step on any wayward tails. The messy - furred tom slips himself free from the den, feeling a breeze brush through his fur. Tilting his head up to stare at the large sphere of the moon, blessing sleeping Windclanners in a sliver light. Tired, blue eyes gaze up at the sky before ears perked and swivel in attention– letting his sky - blue at the figure who also drifted outside.

Midnightpaw...? She blinks at the figure if Midnightpaw. She hasn't interacted much with her younger denmate... ever since she moved from the nursery all those moons ago. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, head titling to the side as she glides toward her fellow apprentice with a smile gracing her features. "Hiyaaa... Whatcha up to out here Midnightpaw...?" He peered down at the upside form of the frail black tabby, with a slow tail flick. His darkened paws kneading on the sandy floor.

⊹ ⏜ ۫ . 𝙎𝙉𝙊𝙊𝙕𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙐𝘿𝙎 ᶻ 𝘾𝘼𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙇𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝙐𝙄𝙇𝘿

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• no ref yet </3
• ( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
  ⤷ amab ; HE / SHE ; not opposed to gendered terms
  ⸝⸝ CURRENTLY 11 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 29TH.
  ✶ undecided / not actively 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 night air & windblown heather
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone

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