- Apr 26, 2024
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( 𖤓 ) sturdy paws shuffle lightly through the bracken and brambles that line thunderclan's camp, a cream-colored snout pushing past the overgrown vines to break through into the clearing. ivory hued teeth clutch within them a gathering of three sunflowers, each bigger than the last, eclipsing the boy's face as he maneuvers clumsily around resting warriors and galloping kits. today, basilpaw is on a mission, one of the first well-meaning tasks he has ever set for himself. it's not that he's been mean or cruel - he is a kind and over all principled tom, but he has never been more than self involved.
thunderclan's civil war has changed that. gone is the slightly dumb, prankster with a penchant for a bit of a mean joke. replaced is an anxious, mumbling mess, brought upon by the absolute lack of anything he feels he has done to help. so, today he is on a mission, to find and confront each of his clanmates, to force them into taking care of themselves, because gentlestorm cannot possibly do it on his own. green eyes catch the larger frame of a fellow apprentice, just the tom basilpaw has been looking for, and he beelines for him, talking around the flowers in his maw. "owrengephaw!"
the other tom sits outside of the medicine den, looking as uncomfortable as basilpaw ever sees him look. his denmate has not had the best go of things recently. setting the sunflowers down at the tom's paws, basilpaw will nudge them towards him. "for you," he explains, white dashed tail twitching behind him. "uhm, to just brighten your day. 'cause i know it's not been easy recently."
he feels as though he has just made known the understatement of the year, but he'll shrug it off, ears twitching. "are y-you going to be okay, d'you think?" he'll ask, vaguely eyeing various scrapes and scratches that flood the older tom's body. silence envelops the two for a second before basilpaw speaks again, eyes suddenly wide, voice low. "do you think everything is going to be alright now? i know you talk to gentlestorm a lot, a-and you're like smart and stuff. so everything's fine, right?"
thunderclan's civil war has changed that. gone is the slightly dumb, prankster with a penchant for a bit of a mean joke. replaced is an anxious, mumbling mess, brought upon by the absolute lack of anything he feels he has done to help. so, today he is on a mission, to find and confront each of his clanmates, to force them into taking care of themselves, because gentlestorm cannot possibly do it on his own. green eyes catch the larger frame of a fellow apprentice, just the tom basilpaw has been looking for, and he beelines for him, talking around the flowers in his maw. "owrengephaw!"
the other tom sits outside of the medicine den, looking as uncomfortable as basilpaw ever sees him look. his denmate has not had the best go of things recently. setting the sunflowers down at the tom's paws, basilpaw will nudge them towards him. "for you," he explains, white dashed tail twitching behind him. "uhm, to just brighten your day. 'cause i know it's not been easy recently."
he feels as though he has just made known the understatement of the year, but he'll shrug it off, ears twitching. "are y-you going to be okay, d'you think?" he'll ask, vaguely eyeing various scrapes and scratches that flood the older tom's body. silence envelops the two for a second before basilpaw speaks again, eyes suddenly wide, voice low. "do you think everything is going to be alright now? i know you talk to gentlestorm a lot, a-and you're like smart and stuff. so everything's fine, right?"
- // @ORANGEPAW. "#FAC966"
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BASILPAW 𖤓 HE / THEY, APPRENTICE OF THUNDERCLAN. MENTORED BY CAMPIONSONG. SIBLING TO MERLINPAW, WOLFPAW. 6 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
a cream ticked tabby with high white, and green eyes. a tall boy sporting a chaotically ruffled coat of pale cream tabby. darker ticked stripes flow down his fur, and band around his legs and face. his chest, stomach, muzzle, and most of his tail are white, and he has ferny-green eyes that sparkle with mischief.
