everything i ever did i did for her || open, introduction

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    It was a rather calm afternoon. Birds chirped overhead, singing their songs of the newest dew to cover what plants Shadowclan still had. White paws pressed into the driest patches of earth they could find, emerald green eyes clouded with slight worry, as the male who the paws belonged to had just cleaned off his pelt, and was looking for it to not be immediately dirtied once more. He wouldn't particularly mind, of course, but he just didn't want to have to go through the extensive process all over again.


    He'd situate himself easily, quietly gazing around camp as a soft sigh escaped his pretty throat. Today was uneventful, as far as he knew, and while he thanked Starclan in his mind, he half wished that there would be something to come up; he was just a newly made Apprentice, after all, and you couldn't blame him for being bored. He paused at this, and wondered if perhaps he should just do normal apprentice chores. But he had done most if not all of his for the day, so why should he? He ponders this over, once, twice, before sighing once again.
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    info | updated 12/31/2016

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:440px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]"You sound bored, are you okay?" The words slipped out of his maw as the chubby little tom walked, or rather waddled over towards the bored apprentice. He wasn't sure if he truly was bored, perhaps he was angry or just tired. Still, his words were out in the public now, they had been said and he wasn't one to go back on his words. Puffing up his recently groomed fur, the kitten would lash his tail once.


    "Oh, also my name is Smoothkit. What's your's?" He'd tilt his head as he blinked his green-blue eyes. He hadn't seen this feline before, which wasn't surprising because he had just joined extremely recently. Sitting down on his hindquarters, the tom kit would await a response or two.
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    character info / as of dec 31st

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 375px; padding: 2px; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt;]it seemed he had found someone for once who wasn't a kit that appeared bored. honestly, he wondered why the other wasn't out training, or doing apprentice-tasks, but perhaps their mentor was taking a small break or something. padding over quietly, the sickly kit would sniffle as he looked to rosepaw and smoothkit, choosing not to speak just yet and instead just remain silent.