camp you're in my heart ➺ marco polo

[doepath ࿔]

It wasn't like Orangepaw had a lot to do, she imagined... she hadn't either when she'd arrived with tattered eyelids and tears made of crimson. It must be painful... and boring.... all the same feelings that had rolled around in her fear-swamped mind what felt like a lifetime ago. Maybe she could offer him the same kindness she'd been afforded... a smiling face and an introduction, a promise for friendship and adventure as soon as he was better. Sunshinepaw had done that... Pigeonpaw had been like that.... Now both are names sorely missed. With any luck.... Orangepaw won't endure that same torture.

"Hey, blossom," the pale molly mews, pressing past the lichen and reeds that obscure the entrance to the herb-crested den. The nickname feels awkward in her mouth, lame in comparison to the doting affections of Gentlestorm. Maybe she should leave that kind of stuff to him.... Blinking away the look of alarm and embarrassment from her face, the she-cat continues with a soft smile. "You busy? I was thinking maybe we could teach some of the kittens a new game!"

Doecry had not been given the gift of a happy kit-hood draped in a nursery, surrounded by the warm scent of milk and motherly devotion... it had left a sick twist in her belly to encounter it, even now, as jealousy prickled at her paws was her younger siblings had the luxury of time on their side to change that. But... it also encouraged her to do more to ensure their childhoods were full of joy and curiosity. "Think Oldstorm will get mad if I steal you for a bit?"

// please wait for @ORANGEPAW.
obviously takes place before The Incident :') hehe​

 

[ORANGEPAW.]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- he wasn't expecting anyone. not really. most everyone seemed pretty busy these days and he... he was still here. not doing anything. it's not that he minded all too much, especially when he can watch over gentlestorm like this and do his best to keep the older tom in his nest and resting. but he... was slightly started by doe. his ears perk up and he furrows his brows with a small tilt of his head before a smile pulls at his lips. what a nice nickname... it makes him all fuzzy inside. his ears twitch slightly before he listened.

"hi! uh, busy? no no. not at all!"

he wishes he could be busy. to do something... maybe if he wasn't stuck in here he could have... done something. he doesn't know. he shakes the thoughts away before standing out of his nest, tail twitching back and forth, being careful about putting any weight at all on his leg.

"that's a funny name for gentlstorm, hehe! but, uhm, I think he will be okay for a bit! h-hopepaw comes to check on him too... uhm, yes! what game are you thinking?"

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  ORANGEPAW ✩ he/they, apprentice of thunderclan, 9 moons.
  ⭃ rather large polydactyl orange tabby with white markings, green eyes, and a broken left hind leg
  ⭃ 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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