all around american sweetheart |intro thread|

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    The sun shined sweetly on the Skyclan camp, emerging from her den with a beaming smile Irispaw stretched before padding out. It had been many long moons but it was slowly seeming to be home, regardless of the crimes done by Rainpuddle and the death of daddy dearest. At first, she wasn't sure she'd ever adjust but yet here she was. Mere time before being a warrior, finished with her training, it brought a smile to her face. How could it not?


    She'd leave and come back with a mound of moss, ready to fix the elder dens once more as an apprentice. Who would see her? Would they reach out? Iris didn't know, but she hoped today would be a good one.


    //feel free to fill the slots of her mentor or having known her prior. Iris is a sweetheart, and loves kits, and generally should be a good molly to have around. <3


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    ❝ Something... Something isn't right about him... ❞

    」



    ( Howdy there, welcome to the clan by the way since I can't remember if I said it to you yet or not<3 :eyes: )


    Ah, there went the smiling one again. Olive eyes traced Irispaw's ery movement: the energetic strides she made, her lifted chin, the sway of her tail behind her. Everything about her seemed to scream joy and peace, despite the rest of the clan holding tension thanks to the BloodClan feud and recent losses. The ticked male let out a soundless huff, pushing himself to his feet and emerging from his favorite spot against a blue ash tree– just behind a thick bush on the outskirts of camp. It gave him a good view of the dens and the entrance to camp itself, so naturally, the stalker-esque tom had taken a liking to that position.


    Silentpaw, true to his name, slinked after Iris soundlessly as she made her way towards the Elder's den with a bundle of moss. It hadn't been too long ago since he had visited the old veterans and tended to their every need, but his intention wasn't to help her. Rather, once her blue-point form slid into the hollowed log, he shifted to sit just to the side of the entrance: that way, when she emerged again, she would only see him out of the corner of her eye once half of her body was outside.


    Honestly, he just wanted to give someone a little scare today, and she seemed to be in a good enough mood that she wouldn't smack him on the head like Maplekit had.




    —— storage . plotting . skyclan


    Heronswoop didn't know the children of Rainpuddle too well, but she knew them well enough to pick them out in a crowd. The deputy was patrolling around the camp, going through with her early morning duties before her eyes fell upon Irispaw. The younger molly had a mound of moss on her mouth. "Good morning," The deputy greeted cordially. "Taking that to one of the dens?"


    //thank you <3


    It would be a long moment or two before she'd emerge again, the Elders enjoying her comapny. Iris was always one to listen, regardless how long their rambles would go on for, and the older members definitely enjoyed that aspect of her. Breathless, having worked up a sweat getting one nest in particular just right as requested, Iris slipped back out with a bow. It might be an odd sight, as she came out backwards so that the ball of old moss would be sheltered from any that may be walking by.


    It wasn't till she was completely out would her eyes catch a glimpse of something with blue fur beside her, definitely delivering a momentary scare. If it hadn't been for the moss she was desperately trying to hold on too, he'd likely have seen her tumble. Grace can handle many things, but when she was frighten it often flew out the window.


    "Oh, hello Silentpaw." The molly mused, gathering the stray moss back to the ball held safely in her paws. Her fellow apprentice was sure a strange one, but he never seemed to bother her much. He was a loyal member, and Iris was determined to treat everyone as a friend. "How are we today?" Finally satisfied she had gotten everything that may have slipped from her grasp, Iris beamed a sweet smile to the Ticked tom.


    Heronswoop did not get the slip on her though, the apprentice catching the approach of the deputy with practied ease. Another smile, warm and friendly as always, with a dip of her head as a greeting. "I changed the Elder's bedding, it was about time to do so again." She'd say, her voice as sweet as honey before soft blue eyes fell back to new ball in her paws. "Just gotta get rid of the old and they should be okay for a bit. Mistyberry (NPC) wanted a mouse though, so I may have to see if we have any for her."



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    ❝ Something... Something isn't right about him... ❞

    」



    Olive eyes noticed the small stutter in her step, the brief fixation of her gaze on him as her pupils dilated. He could almost imagine her breath catching, although that wouldn't be very noticeable from his view. Irispaw seemed to collect herself fairly well after her brain processed that his shape was not a threat, even greeting him as if nothing had happened. Perhaps he should have been more upset by the fact that his sudden appearance wasn't that frightening for her, but the young she-cat's jovial mood seemed to rub off on him and grant him an air of content.


    A shrug was the response the other apprentice earned alongside a brief greeting gesture with the way of his tail. Silentpaw, as one could imagine, was not the kind of cat to use words often. Actually, he tended to be as quiet as possible in everything that he does. That would have been a perfectly fine trait to have if only he didn't seem to enjoy freaking out clanmates.


    (sorry for the lame post, I'm posting way later at night than I should be)



    —— storage . plotting . skyclan