BIG IRON ON HIS HIP || open, introduction

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    "Speech"

    BLACKNIGHT

    A scrawny brown tabby cowered at the edge of Windclan's camp. Her fur, although short, was somewhat messy and out of place, as if she had rolled around on the ground recently without grooming afterwards. In fact, that was likely the case, but her unkempt fur wasn't important right now. The place seemed so exposed, and Minty felt like she had been suddenly thrust out into the open. She was used to her life as a loner, where she lived under a barn at the twoleg farm. It was warm and cozy there, especially when she curled up against her mother. Minty wished she could snuggle up with her mother right now, but her mom had vanished without a trace. At 6 moons, Minty wasn't quite ready to be completely out on her own. Luckily she ran into Wilson, and the tom had taken her under his wing. He had brought her back to camp, where she would soon be joining officially as an apprentice under the name Mintpaw. But until then, she was a stranger in a strange land.

    "H-howdy," she mewed softly to the first feline she saw. Her voice sounded somewhat different than the rest of the cats in this area. She had the equivalent of a southern-ish accent, having been raised by a loner that descended from a long line of barn cats. "I'm new 'round here. Ya can call me Minty," she continued with a bit more confidence, although it was fake. In reality, although she was more comfortable with others than she was alone, the large crowd frightened her. She had never seen so many cats at once, and it would certainly take her some time to get used to it. Until then, she would likely be even more awkward than normal.

    ooc: Woo! My first rp post in several years :D

    *:･ﾟ✦ LAVENDERSPINE

    : welcome back!! it's lovely to have you here!


    it was a touch of irony that the kitten taken under wilsons watch would approach her first. yellow hues turn down to give a kind smile to the newcomer. her accent twanged of that of a cat outside of windclan, she wonders if it will stay as the harsh moors begin to claim minty. her name would be changed soon, to become a windclan apprentice. to be an outside so young was not easy and so, she welcomes the approach with a smile. "good day to you minty. my name is lavenderspine, ill be joining the nursery just as you leave it." she hums, gesturing to her slightly rounded and pregnant stomach. "have you been settling in well? wilson taking good care of you?"

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    Minty was used to simple loner and kittypet names, like Lucky or Fang. In comparison, Lavenderspine was such a mouthful. "Lavenda'spine," she repeated somewhat slowly, feeling the taste of the feline's name in her maw. She more or less pronounced it correctly, so Minty wagged her tail enthusiastically. What a name! The young girl rather liked it, it was exotic and exciting. She wasn't quite sure what a spine was, but lavender was very pretty, so that added to the name's appeal.

    Minty was growing more comfortable now that she had someone to talk to. Chit chatting was one of her favorite things to do, even if it was witih a stranger. "Oh yes, Wilson's been mighty kind t' me!" the young feline purred. He was her saving grace, after all. She paused for a brief moment, then her green eyes grew wide with curiosity. "What's a nursery, if ya don't mind me askin'?" Minty inquired. Being born a loner, she knew nothing of clan ways save for a few random facts from her mother's bedtime stories. She knew that clans had leaders and meetings and was vaguely familiar with the beliefs of Starclan and she recalled something about a warrior code, but she didn't know the finer details. Mintpaw was excited to learn as much as she could about her new home.


    The deputy padded up to stand beside Lavenderspine, her eager green eyes fixating on WindClan's newest addition. Wilson had just told her about this one. With a giant grin, Brightshine sat back on her haunches and peered down at her, tail resting lightly over her paws. "The nursery's where the queens and kits sleep," She explained cheerily, tossing her muzzle in the direction of the den. "But you're about the age of an apprentice, so you'll likely start sleeping in the apprentice's den!" Quickly realizing that the youngster didn't know who she was, the calico leaned forward enthusiastically, "My name's Brightshine. It's very nice to meet you, Minty!" Being Wilson's closest friend in WindClan, she'd be sure to help keep an eye on the rookie. As a matter of fact, she should be meeting more cats her own age. She'd suddenly toss her head over her shoulder, calling out to her two apprentices, "Honeypaw! Rabbitpaw! Come say hi to your new denmate!"


    // Honeybadger.   KODIAKMASK


    "speech."



    I'll work real hard and do my best
    To turn that sad frown upside down

    ✧ — " HE'S GONNA FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHT, THE NOBLE WAR "

    Padding over at his mentors call, the usually cheerful tom would frown instead. Another new face? Could they really afford to feed even more mouths? Well, he supposed more paws to help the better, and the drought seemed to possibly be letting up.... A smile would reappear on his pale face, and his grey gaze would blink closed for a moment. "Nice to meet you minty. I'm honeypaw - and my sister Oleanderkit's 'round here somewhere, you'll probably meet her at some point too."

    I'M BAD BEHAVIOUR BUT THE BEST AT IT

    Rabbitpaw could not even begin to imagine what life must be like as a kittypet. They had a funny scent to them, and sometimes spoke weirdly, and wore weird things around their necks - why would someone like to be choked? He had heard of the funny brown sloppiness that they eat, and nothing disgusted him more than the thought of eating kittypet food. Sure they had the easy life, but Rabbitpaw much rather preferred living here, where he was free. No twolegs bothering him, no strange accessory constraining his neck. Endless fields and piles of mud to play in without being told 'no', the word he hated the most.


    Upon the call of his mentor, the long-legged youth was swift to turn up, seemingly out of nowhere as he approached the group with a gleeful grin, his signature expression, smacked upon his cream facial features. A new den mate? Admittedly he could not help but scrunch his salmon pink nose at Minty's foreign scent, circling around the girl with narrowed cobalt visionaries examining her. Then, he stopped. Yeah, she was in the clear. "Well hey! I'm Rabbitpaw, pleasure t'a meet you Minty!"

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    All of this technical jargon had Minty feeling rather discombobulated. Queen, kits, apprentice... these words were all somewhat foreign to her. Luckily, her loner mother had taught her a little bit of how clans function. She was vaguely familiar with these words and could recall their meanings after a few moments of thought. "Why, it's a pleasure to meet ya as well, Brightshine," Minty mewed cheerily, glad to meet so many cats.

    "Howdy Honeypaw, Rabbitpaw!" There were so many potential friends! Unlike introverts, Minty's energy came from socializing, and she was visibly excited at this point. "Gee golly, we'll be mighty friends in no time at all, won't we, sharin' a den 'n all?" she chirped.

    She paused briefly to gather her thoughts; she was getting ahead of herself. You can't just jump to being someone's friends without hardly knowing a single thing about them. She would have to spend time with her new clanmates, first. But how to go about asking to hang out? Without skipping a beat, Minty's ears twitched and she blurted out "So, what do ya'll do 'round these parts when ya isn't huntin' or nothin'?"