private whippoorwill, fly through my window ☠ sibs

[Bonechill.]

*+:｡.｡ "This is...different" Bonepaw would muse aloud, more so to begin a conversation than to hear his own voice. He hasn't said much since becoming an apprentice - not while he was given away by his moms, not when he touched noses with Nightwhisper, and not while he and his siblings went through the pilgrimage of gathering moss for bedding from the medicine den to set up their very own new nests in their very own new den. But talking wasn't something Bonepaw did very often, so it wasn't something to be concerned about, always carefully choosing the right words and the right time to speak. Pressing his paws against the ball of moss he'd set down, he begins to knead it into a nest, finding the process easy but...troubling. Making his own nest instead of sharing his with his mom and siblings felt...different. He wondered if his siblings felt the same.
Looking up, he glanced at each one as he waited for their answer, part of him hoping that they'd all somehow agree and put all their nests tightly together.

@BLOODPAW @snowypaw @SHADEPAW

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*+:｡.｡ Updated 12/15/23

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  GENERAL:
  ☠ Shadowclan — apprentice
  ☠ DMAB— He/Him — Unsure
  ☠ 4 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☠ Son to Ferndance x Needledrift
  ☠ Brother to Bloodpaw, Shadepaw, Snowypaw
  ☠ Apprenticed to Nightwhisper
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☠Physically easy | mentally hard
  ☠ Attack in bold #738171
  injuries: None currently

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[BLOODWING]

The Nursery had been small, stuffy even, and the broad cinnamon tabby knew she was better off in the apprentice den where she could have her own space. That had been her thought process for the longest time until she poked her head into her new home for the first time. Bedding piled at her paws where she'd dropped it, uncertain, she kicked it forward. Bonepaw spoke first, and Bloodpaw nodded. "This is... super different," she agreed, looking about. It was cramped, just as cramped as the Nursery, shoulders sank when she realised that having her own space did not mean having space. With both forepaws, the cinnamon tabby shuffled her bundle of moss forwards. She kneaded it with needle-like claws to make it more comfortable but ripped it into useless shreds instead. Her ears flattened as she shuffled her body around to hide the use of force on the poor moss. 'Oh crowcrap... mama made this look so easy...' She'd have to do things by herself now, the thought that was so exciting suddenly became terrifying. Bloodpaw looked to her brother, lashing tail whacking against the outskirts of the den. "We put our nests close together, don't we? Just like old times?"

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[splashdance]

Snowypaw's muffled grumbles sound around a ball of moss, and though it's soon dropped at her paws, she's not as eager to spread it out like her siblings. Maybe a day or two before, she would've laughed and giggled and chased Bloodpaw around the new denspace. But now - "I don' wanna do this," she says, sitting with an audible thud. "Mama's having the babies soon, I heard. I'm gonna stay in the nursery w'her until they do. It's no different from any of this, anyways," bitter she is, to be thrust to the bottom of the totem pole with none of the fun benefits. She just can't wait until she gets to watch the fresh-kill pile from a two foot distance! Sounds grand.

"At least you got Smogmaw," she comments towards Bloodpaw shortly after, "And Shadepaw got Lilacfur -" something happened with the femme during the meeting, she heard. Snowypaw figures it had been unimportant until she heard her Clanmates cheering for the new lead warrior. "- maybe the two of you will get special privilege. Imagine, dirtplace trips, all by yourself!" Snowypaw laughs, leaning back slightly.​