Dustpaw ignored Cherrywhisker’s snide remark and pricked his ears when Thinpaw spoke but he hadn’t quite caught it, “Did you say something?” He asked with a slightly annoyed tone.
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Whisperbreeze smiled with no hesitation, “Of course you deserve it! Every warrior needs to be recognized for their quirks am I right?” She pawed at her nest a bit, the moss bouncing under her paw. “Clan life can be hard but we have each other.”
Whisperbreeze was glad to see the tom enthusiastic again and smiled in return, “Always.” She resounded simply. The pattern of the rain outside was lulling her into sleep and she yawned with a stretch of her front paws before curling up into a ball. “Goodnight Cloudynose.” She said as she closed her eyes, wrapping her tail around her nose.
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Dustpaw blinked and then nodded. Thorns in his paw had happened so often he didn’t really recognize it, if it had stayed a couple days it probaly wouldve gotten imbedded. Dustpaw didn’t want to be another addition to the medicine cat den so he held up his paw.
Dustpaw winced and began to lick his paw bad as it bled a bit once the thorn was removed. “Thanks.” He mumbled. The blood tasted metallic on his tongue and it was almost as bad as the mud. Today really wasn’t Dustpaw’s greatest and he padded over to his nest, “I’m gonna get some sleep.” He announced as he plopped into his nest, as far as he knew the brambles weren’t bothering him if they were there so he just turned his back to the rest of the den and closed his eyes.
Dustpaw has slowly drifted to sleep to the sound of the rain pattering on the bramble roof. He felt warm and content but it wasn’t the same as the nursery and probably never would be.
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The rain had completely soaked Cloudstar’s long pelt as she waited outside with Frozeneye and Mudflight.
Frostleaf sat upon a giant weeping willow with branches extending long over a glistening spring. She felt a soft breeze ruffle her short fur and sighed softly. It was a content life in Starclan but a gnawing anticipation crawled quietly from her belly as she waited for her guest to arrive.
Frostleaf had her eyes open half-lidded as the young apprentice approached her. She looked down at him as he spoke and dropped down to meet him. “Always so nervous aren’t you, Thinpaw?” She said playfully as she suddenly became a bit more serious. “I do have a message for you and please take heed in it. It’s going to be a bit confusing but I trust you’ll be able to understand. Are you ready?” Frostleaf asked, her piercing green eyes meeting pale blue ones.
The gray she-cat stifled a mrrow of laughter as the young tom stood tall. It reminded her of her former apprentice and she smiled softly. “Alright then.” She said silkily. The gentle scenery around them faded into darkness and Frostleaf felt the air go cold. She breathed in sharply as her voice boomed aloud, “The dust of the swooping owl will guide you to the stars.”
“This prophecy is for you to decipher and understand. You may choose to share it but only to those who are most trusted.” Frostleaf felt the dream beginning to fade. “You will know when you have figured it out when the stars align.” She hesitated for a bit but felt a surge of anxiety for the apprentice. “I will be here to guide you.”
Yeah sure///
Accepted and here is my new son
Name: Spark
Gender: Male
Rank: loner
Appearance (picture or description):
Personality: ECSTATIC! love traveling, very excited about everything and anything. He is very impulsive and often gets into trouble. He has scars from his adventures. Spark has a bad habit of taking off more than he can chew and annoys others.
History (optional): Rosa’s son, not very fond of his father but really likes Midnight.
Other:
NO KITTENs and NO DISTRMPER LMAO
I love it
Shortpaw and Cloudstar the smallest cattos
I was about to make a post tbh))
Dustpaw fussed in his nest, going to sleep in bramble filled Moss wasn’t his best of ideas but it beat Cherrywhisker’s smug face. Not that he could really sleep anyways. Since his mother’s death sleep was hard to come by. He often only slept right before the sun rose.
Dustpaw flicked his ear slightly, hearing the rustling of another nest. Was it morning already? He opened his eyes slightly but was met with the dark wall of the den. Dustpaw closed his eyes again, They’re probably just awake like you.
The sunlight was trickling through the den entrance and Dustpaw stood up and stretched, muscles screaming in protest as he yawned. He felt like a water logged mouse as he trudged out of the apprentices den.
Dustpaw was unexpectedly thrown off his feet at the sound of shout. He hit the ground with a loud oof! as a heavy, wet mass of fur. His paws splayed out beneath him like a frog. Now he was really awake and struggled under his attacker.
Cloudstar was already awake and drowsily thinking about a new deputy and morning patrols. After sending Frozeneye and Mudflight to sleep concluding their report, she had trudged into her den around moonhigh. Her fur was sticking out in random spots which eventually all spiked out at the sound of a yowl. She looked in the direction of Owlpaw who’s was pinning down Dustpaw and shook her head in amusement.
Of course! I had gotten rid of all the inactive characters but you are welcome to remake them or make new ones!!
My only request is to not make a deputy character bc it has been decided already :)
Really cute name, accepted!!
Quick recap:
It’s morning after a storm. Mudflight and Frozeneye killed a fox and Beepaw lost her tail to said Fox. Cloudynose is sorta upset but better because of Whisperbreeze. Cherrywhisker has been punished for her actions at the gathering but her apprentice is now Dustpaw.
Cloudstar smiled as the young apprentice approached her, “Good morning.” She greeted with a soft grin. “How was the apprentices den?”
Cherrywhisker and Flowerfall fought at the gathering and Cloudynose is sad bc of Beepaw’s injury due to that being his apprentice
