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    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]It was a warm day out, and Wrenbreeze was taking advantage of the heat, as prey was likely to be out and about. He didn't want to be stuck in camp all day, lazing around. In his mind, there was nothing worse than being unproductive. Despite his earlier days of laziness, which irritated his mentor to no end, he had long since cleaned up his act. Now he was a firm believer in activity and getting things done, though he did relapse every now and then and found himself hanging out in the warrior's den all day.


    He had invited a few others to go out with him, one of them being an apprentice around seven or eight moons old. He didn't do much to the younger tom, maybe a few soft names thrown around every now and then. During the hunt, he might have purposefully tripped him up now and then, but it was all in good fun. Even though Wrenbreeze was a jerk-mostly to those under him-he would never do anything particularly harmful, nor would he ever lay a paw on his 'victims.' Hurting others wasn't exactly a source of amusement.


    On their way back to camp, he snorted and playfully cupped his ear. "Good catch for a pipsqueak," he commented, the other just chuckling nervously, thankfully not taking it to heart. Though he was obviously a bit uneasy. They all set their catches down on top of the pile, and as the apprentice scurried away, he was probably making a mental note never to go out hunting with Wrenbreeze again.[fancypost=border-width:0; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; line-height: 95%; width:400px;]✧ —I'D DO ANYTHING TO MAKE YOU STAY /[color=white] TAGS

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    "shut up, wrenbreeze." magpiepaw huffed. he glared pointedly at his older brother, his orange gaze locked on his angular features. "it's not like you're any better." his voice was shrill, still kitlike; it wasn't nearly as deep as wrenbreeze's mature pitch. magpiepaw sent an accusatory, white-tipped forepaw into his brother's chest, as if to punctuate his words. the 'paw and his brother weren't on good terms, despite being only a few months apart; everything he did seemed to rub the black-and-white apprentice the wrong way. ugh. he thought, still staring at the tabby. if looks could kill, magpiepaw would have his delicate paws wrapped around wrenbreeze's throat; they, however, could not, and he was far too weak to overpower someone as athletic as his brother. his revenge ( oh, how badly he wanted to get back at his stronger and better-looking sibling! ) would have to wait. all the boy could do was pout, as he did. with fervor. his chubby, childlike features were curled into a sour grimace, and his berry-pink nose was wrinkled.


    by the time he had approached, the other apprentice had already scurried away, presumably off to curl up in his nest. "hey, wait!" he called out, but he slipped into the apprentices' den before he could hear magpiepaw. the boy frowned. dammit. that other apprentice would've been able to back him up; now he was left to deal with his brother, who was quite possibly his all-time least favorite cat, alone. everything wrenbreeze said put magpiepaw on edge; he was the opposite of everything he was. while he was skinny, his brother was muscular; he was an introvert, his brother was exhaustingly outgoing; he didn't believe in starclan, and wrenbreeze did. the only thing they had in common was a set of parents — that is, if they were to be believed. maybe he was switched at birth. the boy smirked at that, and entertained the fantasy ( er, possibility ) in his head.

    [fancypost=width: 430px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; font-family: arial]despite his rather short time here, he had grown quickly aware and subsequently acquainted with the spats and little arguments between magpiepaw and wrenbreeze; they never seemed to get along well as long as he long as he had known the two of them. today was no different from the norm, apparently, which was both reassuring and exhausting at the same time, at least for rookpaw.


    he could easily hear the currently one sided dispute from across the clearing, his ears gently pushed backwards in almost comical expression of his exasperation. would they ever grow up? he had a soft spot for those of his family that he had befriended, such as magpiepaw, but they could be a bit much at times. this was the first one of the day, as far as he knew, which might have been a record, he thought in a half bitter, half jesting manner. "wren, did anyone ever tell you that you have an attitude worse than mouse bile?" a touch of warmhearted sarcasm dripping from his maw, the boy spoke as he padded closer, masking the pain in his eyes but not the limp in his step.


    rookpaw approached his squabbling siblings, lightly brushing past them calmly as he nosed the fresh kill pile curiously. parting his jaws slightly, he breathed in the innumerable scents that were as tangled as a ball of yarn and grasped the body of a fish still damp with river water. he turned back around and placed the fish between the two, taking a seat as he addressed them with a half smile, "settle this over a meal, you guys?" he asked, after all, he had found that he hated it when voices were raised and tensions grew high. arguments made him rather nervous and loud voices were easily intimidating to him, so he had made it a point to try and smooth their hackles, so to speak, whenever he could.
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    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]Wrenbreeze smirked over at his sibling. As much as he enjoyed tormenting the apprentices and younger warriors, Magpiepaw was his favorite to irritate. The fact that they were polar opposites made for good material to annoy him with. While Rookpaw could easily escape his taunting with his own sharp tongue(this he would never admit), he could get under his other sibling's skin with no trouble. It was funny to see him pout and try to insult him.


    "At least I can actually go hunting without anyone's permission," he retorted. Despite not being a kit, apprentices seemed to have a lot of the same limitations, like not going outside of camp without their mentor's permission. It was like a mother to their kit. "Who knows, Mag, maybe one day you'll actually be a decent warrior," but who was he kidding. With the kid's slight rebellious streak and his small stature, he wouldn't be getting far.


    Turning as Rookpaw approached, he stepped back as he walked between them. Wrenbreeze was accustomed to him being the one to break up their squabbles-or at least try to. Sometimes they'd continue to bicker despite his attempts, but usually he'd win them over and they'd just sulk away from one another for a bit. It was a repeating cycle between them. As the fish was dropped at their paws, it's scent wormed it's way into his nostrils, wafting up and making his mouth water. He hadn't realized how hungry he'd been until he had gotten a good smell of some prey. Still, his pettiness was ever strong, and he looked back at Magpiepaw, waiting to see what he would do.[fancypost=border-width:0; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; line-height: 95%; width:400px;] ✧ —I'D DO ANYTHING TO MAKE YOU STAY /[color=white] TAGS


    I WILL MAKE SURE TO KEEP MY DISTANCE-


    ( rainwatcher - fifteen moons - he/him - tags )


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    rainwatcher stopped his cleaning to watch the three toms, whiskers quivering in amusement. he tossed the old bedding in his muzzle onto the ground with a grunt. after, he turned to look at the three. "will you two ever learn to get along?" he joked, referring to magpiepaw and wrenbreeze.


    in the corner of his mind, he hoped none of them would notice how he was doing an apprentice duty, cleaning out the medicine cat den. but now that he was a medicine cat apprentice, he couldn't do anything like when he was a warrior.


    no hunting - the food would be brought by some apprentice. no patrols - which meant no seeing the sunrise or the sunset like he used too. that, he thought, was the hardest thing about being in a medicinal position.


    well, whatever. he was done cleaning the den and done thinking. now, he could reward himself with something to eat.


    moving to the prey pile, he looked at rookpaw with a fictional eyebrow raised before looking down at the pile. "don't know how you handle them, rookpaw." he muttered.


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    "he does!" magpiepaw mewled in response to his littermate. the short tom had missed the point entirely; he saw rookpaw's comment as ammunition, not amusement. it hardly occurred to the little tom that the medicine cat apprentice wasn't interested in picking sides — instead, he chose to believe that rookpaw had taken his. "and i'd know, 'cos i'm on tick duty all the time." he remarked, nodding, as if to make himself appear more credible. magpiepaw was in trouble more often than not ( he believed it was never his fault, but that his clanmates were just too close-minded for their own good ) and had grown used to having to pick the bugs one by one by the elders' patchy pelts. besides the foul stench of the bile, he didn't mind it as much as he used to; the elders were wise, after all, and he liked to listen to their stories. there was much to learn from them, or at least from the progressive ones.


    "pfft, just watch me." his words were sharp, dripping with protest, but the black-and-white boy couldn't shake the whininess from his tone. he sounded more like a kit than a soon-to-be warrior; magpiepaw frowned at the thought. "i'm gonna grow up and a better warrior than you ever were," the 'paw declared. his words were defiant, but his expression was...markedly less so. magpiepaw wasn't so sure he'd grow up to become a warrior at all; at this point, he was beginning to think cougartail would delay his ceremony 'til the end of time. he and the warrior code didn't often see eye-to-eye, after all, and he tended to buck the rules when they didn't suit him. as much as he loved his clan, he tended to express it in ways that his clanmates didn't understand or approve of. magpiepaw was a riverclanner through and through, but an atypical one — he doubted he'd be shedding -paw anytime soon. he just didn't fit the mold.


    thankfully, he didn't have to think about that for long; rookpaw tossed a fish toward his brothers, which stole the boy's attention. it landed on the damp earth before them with a plop. like wrenbreeze, magpiepaw had forgotten just how hungry he was, and the scaly creature's scent was enticing. tantalizing, even. all the tom wanted was to rip into its soft, watery flesh... but that would mean sharing it with his brothr. the apprentice's gaze moved to fix on him again, and he narrowed his eyes. ugh. he was hungry, but was he hungry enough to share with wrenbreeze?


    "fine." magpiepaw decided, finally. his stomach got the better of him. "you get half." the boy mewed suspiciously. if he knew anything about his brother, it was that he'd try to sneak the lion's share just to spite him.

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    BORN IN THE VALLEY — beekit — trad. riverclan — he/him, they/them — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%;]Drawn near by the sound of bickering, the kitten approached the group of cats. He sighed, flicking an ear; partially out of irritation, mostly out of amusement. A small smile tugged at his blank mouth, and suddenly, feeling lonely and needing a conversation, his oversized paws carried him to the source of the playful dialogue.


    Halting and tugging his heirloom closer to his small neck, Beekit greeted, his accent almost British, "Hello. Enjoying a snack, are you all? What kind of fish is that?" His pale, snow-white ears heated, uncomfortable by the idea he had spoken several words unneeded. He noticed his voice seemed small and like creaking branches compared to the fine, casual voices of his peers. The tomkit felt himself close to panic - what if they commented that he was stupid? What if he accidentally offended, what if his breath reeked? He shrank beneath his twoleg accessory.


    His eager calmness had turned into anxious wait. Beekit uttered, cringing as his mouth flew open, scared of the very words born by his own vocal chords, "I think salmon is good - actually, the best."

    [center][fancypost=background-color:transparent; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt]"The young should eat first." Shatterstorm was restricted to the medicine den after the wolf incident, still recovering from some of his injuries. But that didn't mean he was dead or deaf. In fact, he picked up on the conversation quite well as he was trying to sleep. So he forced himself up, eyes barely visible in the shadows of the den. "And Magpiepaw. You should respect your elders some. Even if they are being obnoxious." And this was the mighty word of the Maine coon. "This apprentice will be a warrior someday. You should be setting a better example."

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    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]Wrenbreeze only chuckled at Magpiepaw's response. He supposed he did, most times, but he could be agreeable if he had to be-even though he wouldn't like it. Although he hated the idea, his sibling knew him well, which was only right, given their relation to one another. Even Mag, as annoying as he was, knew well enough about him. He just decided he wouldn't put up with it.


    Turning to the kit that approached, he blinked, a smile toying on his lips. He gave the little ones a hard time as well, just not nearly as much as their older counterparts. He had his limits, too. "Hey, ya want first-pickings, hm?" he asked in an amused purr. Sure, he was hungry, but how much could a kit his size eat? There'd be plenty left for the two of them.


    His attention torn away from Beekit, he grumbled at the sound of Shatterstorm's voice, already recognizing the tom. He had been around the block for a while, way longer than Wren had. In that way, he supposed he should respect the senior warrior more, but he didn't really. As much as he looked up to the older and more powerful cats, like Cougartail, their lectures sometimes got tiresome. Especially when he was 'doing nothing wrong.' If anyone was in the wrong here, it was Magpiepaw; he had started it, anyway.


    He simply rolled his eyes like an exasperated teenager, focusing now on his brother, who had agreed to sharing the kill. Wren's nose wrinkled up at the reminder, offended that he thought he'd be so dishonest-well, maybe towards him, but not others.[fancypost=border-width:0; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; line-height: 95%; width:400px;] ✧ —I'D DO ANYTHING TO MAKE YOU STAY / TAGS[color=#FFFF00]

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    "There still are some decent pieces of prey in the pile, if you can't manage to share nicely," Thistlemask commented through a minnow being held between her teeth. She walked up and set her own meal down to be able to speak freely, "I'd rather to not hear you fight through mouthfuls." A slight curl played at the edges of her mouth, before bending down and taking a bite of the fish laying in front of her. "You guys can argue like old mates after though, don't worry."

    [center][fancypost= 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.3;]It was childish, really, watching such pathetic bickering going on between clanmates. Shalas really wanted to scoff at the stupidity of it all, to laugh. The girl simply watched from afar, mischief flickered in her emerald gaze as she watched the others.


    The exotic feline let out a silent chortle; though not one of good-naturedness. She watched the proceedings with hooded eyes, a single, ivory talon digging into the ratty flesh of her prey. A sibling rivalry. Bickering. How quaint.


    // short af + more salty shalas


    [spoiler=tags - updated 4/28]
    GENERAL
    ☆ Shalas | Cheetahpaw | Cheetah | female
    ☆ 11 moons | ages every 100 posts
    ☆ RiverClan | apprentice
    ☆ former kittypet


    RELATIONSHIPS
    ☆ single | no crush | open to relationships
    ☆ Homoromantic homosexual | leans towards females
    ☆ mentored by Driftlow | no siblings
    ☆ npc x npc


    APPEARANCE
    ♕ African Serval [100%] [REF]
    - no injuries
    - Slim, lean and surprisingly fit. Shalas has a vibrant golden-yellow pelt, marked with ebony spots and stripes. She possesses striking angular features, with incredibly long legs that allow her to tower over others. She could be arguable the tallest in RiverClan clan, but despite this, she is rather short for her species. Her optics are a striking shade of jade. She holds herself proudly. Dark and exotic.


    PERSONALITY
    · BOLD | CONFIDENT | SNARKY
    · SARCASTIC | SASSY | DISDAINFUL
    · HIGH-HORSED | HAUGHTY | PRIDEFUL
    · ELEGANT | WITTY | COLLECTED | WELL-VERSED
    · AMBITIOUS | LOYAL | RULE FOLLOWER
    · LIBERAL | SELF-ABSORBED


    INTERACTION
    ☆ PM for major injury, kill or capture
    ☆ medium physically, difficult mentally
    ☆ attack in bold, speaks in black
    ☆ self taught, sparsely trained