it's woven in my soul [ open ; introduction ]

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    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0;width:75%;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt]He had never been born a SkyClanner. But SkyClan was suffering, and still the male felt some sense of loyalty to the Clan his golden jewels laid upon. He had scrambled atop the roof of the tree house, sitting perched on the edge and watching everything below him. Something about being so high up seemed to call him to jump. Jump without a single hint of fear. He guessed the only way he could explain it was that once someone reached too high, they could only go down if they had to change. It was impossible to be in the sky and keep in the highs for so long. Sooner or later, a cat would fall from the sky. Cats couldn't fly after all. Even birds lost their wings as easily as cats lost their pride.


    His body was as still as death from the heights of the roof. Only his eyes dared to dart from one thing to another, constantly busy with at least something. He guessed he just had a lot of things on his mind. Most likely the concern about spies.


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    Wasppaw of Skyclan


    Padding back and forth and around the entirety of camp in his constant voyage of carrying clean and soiled moss for nests, soaked moss and herbs for sick cats, and various other herbs in too-low supply to said cats as well, it was an often thing for him to pass by the large tree house that is considered the warriors den. And every time he did pass under, he would look up worriedly at the still form of the warrior, Beetlefang, constantly fretful of his balance and any chance he'd fall. He didn't have herbs to spare for any broken bones, after all, and even if Beetlefang did land on his paws, there was a good possibility he might scrape them and get and infection! And who knew how fast that infection would be joined by the current sickness that plagued the clan! The very last thing he needed was one of skyclan's last able-bodied warriors to be bed ridden with a fever and cough.


    At last, Wasppaw could take no more and he stopped below the tree. Craning his neck up, the apprentice called, "How's the weather up there?" Best way to chilled the nerves was humor, right? He flicked his tail, feeling a chill of anxiety run down his back. Not for him, it seemed.


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    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0;width:75%;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt]His ears perked, glancing back down at the young male who had called to him. How's the weather up there? It was likely almost the same as the weather down on the ground. Weird question, but he guessed it was more of a joke than anything else. He lowered his body, eyes settled on the fluffy feline. He was always busy, wasn't he? He always wondered what it'd be like to be the kid's paws but still manage to have a laugh and be loved by all. He'd just be grumpy all day if he had to do as much work as he did. "Absolutely amazing," he responded with a grin, flopping his tail to the side as he took a big whiff of the air, "All I smell is rainbows and joy and flowers and plentiful freshkill up here. Oh, there's a word to describe what I smell! What was it? Ahh... Ah yes! Nothing! Nothing of interest! Wonderful, don't you think?"

    He puffed a breath of air, scrambling down the roof and onto the wooden planks of the tree house. He stopped for a moment, as if momentarily forgetting how to get down, but nevertheless made it back onto the same level as Wasppaw. "Anyway, how's everything? You must be exhausted since Audenine left. You worried about him?"