leftover breakfast cereal for lunch // o, intro
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( Noot Noot, I'm yelling!!! Welcome back c: )
Bluepaw had been lazing by the river, not feeling up to much. She was anxious beyond any sane cat's capacity, and pregnancy wasn't being kind to her. She had done her best to hide the symptoms from her Clan, and she wasn't showing yet, so her efforts didn't have to be anything too extravagant. For now she could rest her achy paws in the cool water and hope that these feelings would pass over quickly. Her hammering heart would surely appreciate a break.
From across the way, she saw Newtwhisper, a warrior she hadn't had much encounter with, moving from his shaded area. The medicine cat apprentice sat up and looked over at him. "Good afternoon," she greeted.
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NEWTWHISPER —
He wasn't too familiar with the blue feline. He knew she was a medicine cat apprentice, since the higher ranking cats seemed to be celebrities. This particular princess happened to be a kittypet too, if he recalled correctly (and if this is not known ic just ignore idc). Her features were very proper, she was quite visually appealing, like certain kittypet were. Newt's judgmental eyes deemed her fitting for the soft role of a Medic, the female did not appear suitable for a warrior life.
"Hi," His voice was scratchy and quiet, so he cleared his throat to strengthen his sound. "Newtwhisper." Speaking was difficulty, it hurt too bad. Coughing didn't help his voice be any less strained. It was like permanent laryngitis. But maybe it was best for the world that he spoke little.
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(It's known, you're good!)
Bluepaw dipped her head respectfully to the older warrior. She wondered if he'd be retiring to the elders' den soon. He seemed to be rather, hm, how to put it kindly? A bit haggard, tired. Warrior life did that to a cat. Bluepaw could only hope she'd be spared a few years of life in her current line of work, though she had taken to battle training and hunting in her free time with her former mentor, Ravensong, on the few occasions the warriors hosted open training sessions. Still, she wouldn't see every battle like a normal Clanner would, with teeth and claws, so maybe that would slow down her aging.
"I'm Bluepaw," she greeted. "Do you need something for your throat or that cough? I'm sure we have something in the medicine den that could ease it a little," she offered.
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ASHPAW
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Ashpaw bounded up next to her best friend with a grin. "Hi, Bluepaw! Oh, and hi mister Newtwhisper! How're you?" Her sole amber eye flicked over his form, frowning as she noted how tired he looked. Tired and haggard, his body worn like a well-used machine.
"You sick?" she asked bluntly. Maybe that was why he was talking to Blue...? Ashpaw paused, then added, "or just old?"
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//ooc: IM SORRY, I WASNT GOING TO AND THEN I WAS LIKE "but this is ash we're talking about and you know she would"
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"ashpaw! don’t be rude!" had came a fairly exasperated voice, approaching the two mollies as he had glanced upon newtwhisper. sure, the warrior was older than them, but that had just meant he had deserved more respect! the scarred feline had dipped his head in apology, hoping that the apprentice’s words would not rub him the wrong way. he already had to deal with the immaturity of sleetkit, don’t tell half he needed to deal with ashpaw too, not when he had defended her this much. "i’m sorry you don’t feel too good, newtwhisper." his new was soft, holding tones of sorrow in them. though, it’s not like halfkit coukd do anything anyways. he knew nothing about medicine or herbs or anything of that. he just knew that he needed to carry them when bluepaw had wished. it was the least he could do for her.
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ASHPAW
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"But I wasn't being rude!" she defended. "I just said he was old. And he is old! I didn't say it was bad! Being old means you already did all the awesome hard stuff so now you get to just look amazing while you tell stories about it. Being old is... dope."
That was a new word Daisypaw had taught her, actually. It sounded fairly cool. On the cooler side of the spectrum of overall coolness. Maybe it'd help her case.
Sighing, Ashpaw tried not to look like she was pouting. It absolutely did not do to be told off by a kit, even if said kit was her friend. Pouting surely would not help the situation, so she didn't, just scowled at Halfkit for maybe two seconds before her attention swiveled right back to Newtwhisper.
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*:･ﾟ✦ Caspian
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"I agree with Ashpaw, being old is an honor and an accomplishment. Isn't it something you strive to eventually become?" Caspian asked, stepping closer and into the conversation. Certainly, it was something that Caspian wanted for himself - after all, the alternative was dying early and that was something he feared a lot. He didn't understand how Halfkit took it as an insult as it was clearly a complement, and he wondered a second if Newtwhisper took it as an insult as well. That would be unfortunate.
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looking over at caspian, the ‘kit’ had let his ears fall to rest against his head. maybe he misread the context. "yes…but the way you had said it…with being sick." his words were more cautious now, eyes avoiding the two as halfkit had sat down. his body felt heavy with embarrassment despite his light frame. it looked like he was in the wrong here. "i must not have heard it right…sorry." hopefully, they can move on from this. being old was something that others had seemed to aim for, going through all of life’s trials and hardships while experiencing the good, but he simply couldn’t connect. halfkit never really wanted to see himself grow old. he feared what he may have become. his morals relied heavily upon larkthroat.
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*:･ﾟ✦ Caspian
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Oh, that had made Halfkit feel bad about misreading the situation. Caspian now felt guilty, as misreading the situation was something he did quite a lot, and knew it was not a fun experience. He needed to comfort Halfkit, needed to show that he was not alone in this. "It's okay Halfkit, it's very easy to misread someone's words. I do it all the time. But as long as you did not intend for them to be mean it is perfectly fine." Caspian said, trying to comfort the smaller kit.
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ASHPAW
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Purring gently, Ashpaw leaned down to lick the top of Halfkit's head. "Aw, it's okay, buddy," she said. In truth she didn't frankly get why he'd called her out for being rude, but he'd given in so quickly. Poor kit. He needed more confidence.
"C'mon," Ash murmured in his ear. "Confidence, Halfie! Be a proud little warrior."
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//ooc: ashpaw: *is rude*
halfkit: *thinks he was rude and gets embarrassed*
:') these children
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NEWTWHISPER —
The male shook his head with a somewhat forced smile. "No, I'm just old." He wasn't really thaat old but he was certainly getting up there in age. He'd likely have to retire before next leafbare, especially considering his declining health. Ashpaw really wasn't being rude, but the bluntness annoyed him. He flicked his ear in annoyance, but dipped his head in greeting to each of the approaching members. "All is well, I know I'm old."
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Sleetkit didn't want to ever get old. Old meant sick and tired, and less he could do to earn meat. The tabby had been watching the conversation from afar, and now that he saw that Newtwhisper was still in a good mood, he headed over, carefully taking a seat near Bluepaw. "If you're old, does that mean you have cool stories?" In stories, the good guys always won, and he was determined to make himself seem like a good guy. Pointers would be helpful.
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//welcome back! I love noot noot
and trackin
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NEWTWHISPER —
Stories? Well, he has seen plenty of great battles and conflicts. He also remembered fables his mother told him when he was little. Stories of honor and bravery. Newt's favorite thing to do when he was little was fall asleep listening to stories for hours in the elders den. "No." He croaked with a huff. That'd take too much effort.