SUNSHINE | private, Honeypaw

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    The summer storms had passed over the horizon hours, the dew settling from he skies' mist. Grass, lush, green, floated in the subtle morning breeze. Honeysuckle's sweet melodious smell floated with the crisp air, brushing against the fur of a single tom.
    Caedon was a morning person, he always had been since birth. The sunrise, the quiet, the still. It seemed like a moment still in a dream, like he was calm once more at home. A brush away at reality, a minute of solitude. Sitting, thick fluffy tail wrapped around his small paws, eyes fixated on the sunlit lake, dazzled by the lights of morning. However the tom's paws still shuffled, staying still was awful.





    [spoiler=INFO/TAGS]
    [size=8]GENERAL:
    - Caedon S. B. | goes by Caedon or Cae
    - Born male | he/they pronouns
    - Windclan Apprentice | no mentor
    - Seven moons | ages every 100 posts
    - Has and will never have powers


    SOCIAL TIES:
    - NPC x NPC | born in Windclan
    - Single | Demisexual Biromantic | Not looking
    - No family non-NPC


    PHYSICAL:
    ★ Domestic Maine Coon | health: 100%
    — White base with brown tabby marking 'spots', brown tufted ears [ref]
    — [i]major injuries: none.
    — [i]minor injuries: none.


    PERSONALITY:
    — For positive traits: Optimistic, understanding, accepting, creative, & people-pleaser.
    — For neutral traits: Extrovert, cinnamon bun, innocent, & flirty af.
    — For negative traits: Changes himself for others, too curious, word jumbler, and childish.


    POSSESSIONS:
    ★ Flower Scrapbook | personal
    — pressed flower diary since 2 moon age
    — adds a flower twice a week or so


    ★ Leather Satchel | gift [yet to be obtained]
    — Warm chestnut satchel, full of books
    — Carried around neck


    ★ Jar Collection | personal
    — jars of water and plants mixed together
    — made by him during younger years as 'potions'
    — twenty plus jars total


    INTERACTION:
    ▪ Easy physically && Medium mentally
    ▪ Comfortable to be around & easy to trust.
    ▪ Attack in Bolded #eab583.
    ▪ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions (ie, tackling in hug, accidently knocking to ground).


    ▪ [color=#eab583]BIOGRAPHY | [color=#eab583]PLOT THREAD

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    Honeypaw was never a morning person; not until the drive to be something useful hit him like a brick to the head. Thus, at the moment, Honeypaw was slinking towards the camp's exit; he intended to go on a hunt, to bring back a fresh breakfast for his clanmates. Honeypaw noticed Caedon, but did not approach, as, well, the Siamese was unacquainted with the other apprentice. In fact, Honeypaw kept near the edge of camp as he escaped, trying to blend into the morning shadows.


    Honeypaw was never very sneaky.


    The ex-kittypet realized he would need to walk by the unfamiliar apprentice; he did so gingerly and cautiously, head down. However, something softer than grass made its way under the tom's paw; that would be the other's tail.


    Oops. That had to hurt a bit.


    //hope u don't mind the lil powerplay with the stepping on tail... it's hard not to powerplay accidents because the words "attempted to" ruin the accidental part aHA

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    A squeak, an attempt at a squeal, escaped the tom's mouth, his eyes widened as the sudden pain hit his lower end. Something had hit his tail, but who would be up at this early hour? Swiveling around to find the penetrator, Caedon wasn't too eager to see the face of Honeypaw who was regretting his movement clearly. Typically the tom would have smiled if Honeypaw had walked by, though the pain wasn't too much of a joy motivator. Still, the fellow apprentice probably meant nothing of it, hesitant of Caedon's reaction by his face.
    Smiling through the soft ache, now fading, in his lower end, he flicked his ear in greeting. "Good morning too you too, Honeypaw," giggled the older feline, tilting his brown-tufted ears towards him. It hadn't been too long since the to met, a meet and greet called by him to be exact. It was fun, he was slightly ignored but it was worth getting to know him from other's questions. Of course, Caedon hadn't expected much talk out of him, he was new and only just becoming a member from- what was it again? Riverclan if he was right.


    [spoiler=INFO/TAGS]
    [size=8]GENERAL:
    - Caedon S. B. | goes by Caedon or Cae
    - Born male | he/they pronouns
    - Windclan Apprentice | no mentor
    - Seven moons | ages every 100 posts
    - Has and will never have powers


    SOCIAL TIES:
    - NPC x NPC | born in Windclan
    - Single | Demisexual Biromantic | Not looking
    - No family non-NPC


    PHYSICAL:
    ★ Domestic Maine Coon | health: 100%
    — White base with brown tabby marking 'spots', brown tufted ears [ref]
    — [i]major injuries: none.
    — [i]minor injuries: none.


    PERSONALITY:
    — For positive traits: Optimistic, understanding, accepting, creative, & people-pleaser.
    — For neutral traits: Extrovert, cinnamon bun, innocent, & flirty af.
    — For negative traits: Changes himself for others, too curious, word jumbler, and childish.


    POSSESSIONS:
    ★ Flower Scrapbook | personal
    — pressed flower diary since 2 moon age
    — adds a flower twice a week or so


    ★ Leather Satchel | gift [yet to be obtained]
    — Warm chestnut satchel, full of books
    — Carried around neck


    ★ Jar Collection | personal
    — jars of water and plants mixed together
    — made by him during younger years as 'potions'
    — twenty plus jars total


    INTERACTION:
    ▪ Easy physically && Medium mentally
    ▪ Comfortable to be around & easy to trust.
    ▪ Attack in Bolded #eab583.
    ▪ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions (ie, tackling in hug, accidently knocking to ground).


    ▪ [color=#eab583]BIOGRAPHY | [color=#eab583]PLOT THREAD

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    "Oh. Hi," mumbled Honeypaw, gently backing away from the other's tail. Honeypaw tilted his head at Caedon; he knew that he had seen him before, but was not quite sure where from. After all, the tom was a little overwhelmed after five or six people had surrounded him at his meet-and-greet. Honeypaw considered asking the tom's name, but thought he may should have known such a title already; thus, he stayed quiet, looking awkwardly down at his paws.

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    Caedon couldn't help but give a soften smile , gosh darnit stop smiling at your paws, you're being adorable. Shaking off the tension, Caedon rose from his seat, eyes focusing on the younger tom. "What are you doing up so early?" his voice cracked, shifting conversation away from the pain. He hadn't regularly seen the tom away from camp during early hours, so what got him up now?


    //I may be a bit inactive/museless due to- uh- a site 'problem' -gestures towards new update- I'll still post though because I really want these two to have a relationship. Oh, and you might have to hurt him more to start crying (try running and him tripping or something, he is a clumsy fellow)


    [spoiler=INFO/TAGS]
    [size=8]GENERAL:
    - Caedon S. B. | goes by Caedon or Cae
    - Born male | he/they pronouns
    - Windclan Apprentice | no mentor
    - Seven moons | ages every 100 posts
    - Has and will never have powers


    SOCIAL TIES:
    - NPC x NPC | born in Windclan
    - Single | Demisexual Biromantic | Not looking
    - No family non-NPC


    PHYSICAL:
    ★ Domestic Maine Coon | health: 100%
    — White base with brown tabby marking 'spots', brown tufted ears [ref]
    — [i]major injuries: none.
    — [i]minor injuries: none.


    PERSONALITY:
    — For positive traits: Optimistic, understanding, accepting, creative, & people-pleaser.
    — For neutral traits: Extrovert, cinnamon bun, innocent, & flirty af.
    — For negative traits: Changes himself for others, too curious, word jumbler, and childish.


    POSSESSIONS:
    ★ Flower Scrapbook | personal
    — pressed flower diary since 2 moon age
    — adds a flower twice a week or so


    ★ Leather Satchel | gift [yet to be obtained]
    — Warm chestnut satchel, full of books
    — Carried around neck


    ★ Jar Collection | personal
    — jars of water and plants mixed together
    — made by him during younger years as 'potions'
    — twenty plus jars total


    INTERACTION:
    ▪ Easy physically && Medium mentally
    ▪ Comfortable to be around & easy to trust.
    ▪ Attack in Bolded #eab583.
    ▪ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions (ie, tackling in hug, accidently knocking to ground).


    ▪ [color=#eab583]BIOGRAPHY | [color=#eab583]PLOT THREAD