Russetpaw's ears perked up at the commotion, and she peeked her head out of the apprentices' den. Her eyes widened at the sight of the injured elder. She followed after Spottedpaw cautiously, looking around for any danger that could somehow be hidden in their camp. It wasn't likely, the apprentice knew, but her paranoia often got the best of her. Russetpaw's whiskers twitched nervously as she padded in front of Halfstem, her eyes still wide in shock.
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Russetpaw had trailed after them to the medicine den, clearly concerned for the old tom. She didn't know him very well, that much was certain, but she enjoyed his presence. Her wide eyes focused on the bleeding elder and she padded toward him. The apprentice watched as the white medicine cat slipped into his den and her paws kneaded the ground uncomfortably. "You'll be okay." Russetpaw meowed to Halfstem. It sounded more like she was reassuring herself than she was comforting him.
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It wasn't often these days for Russetpaw to sneak out of camp. However, on this occasion, she'd made an exception. She'd organized a 'party' of sorts, a small invitation given only to the other apprentices to come with her. The mock patrol had one mission: bring back as much prey as possible by dawn. She hadn't a real reason for creating it, but she felt useless on sleepless nights. Maybe a small adventure with her denmates would do her well.
The apprentice crept out of the apprentices' den at moonhigh. Her ears were perked to the gentle sound of her sleeping clanmates. Russetpaw looked over her shoulder and whispered, "C'mon, we can't have anyone realizing we've gone."
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are we talking abt how awful driving is?? i hate it, it's so scary. i still need to apply for a learner's permit but bleeh... i can't focus enough to drive.
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The she-cat felt a small smile forming on her face. "I don't know." Russetpaw mewed quietly, her voice filled with anticipation. She couldn't help but want to win such a contested title. Whoever won ultimately didn't matter, however. She knew that this would benefit the clan regardless.
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Russetpaw made a gesture with her tail for her denmates to follow her. She crept through the camp and up the gorse tunnel, filled with new energy. The goal, after all, was to impress her clan. Why shouldn't she be enthusiastic about such an event? The apprentice hunting party would hopefully be a success. The scents of the forest filled her mouth as she opened it.
/ooc: saltworm
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The she-cat bound in the direction of the RiverClan border, knowing there would be prey along the way. A low noise stopped her and she immediately dropped into a crouch. The sound of a mouse wouldn't get past Russetpaw. She crept forward slowly, ears turned to listen to the mouse.
/rushed
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Instinctively, Russetpaw dropped onto her haunches. She was a much better hunter than she was many nights prior. The embarrassment of sneaking out to catch prey and end up empty-pawed felt long behind her. The mouse scurried about in front of the apprentice, just out of sight. The she-cat was surprised to see the mouse scurry out from the brush in front of her, having not noticed the determined apprentice, and inwardly sighed with relief. With her weight onto her haunches, Russetpaw sprang forward with extended claws, pinning the poor mouse down.
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Russetpaw's whiskers twitched in satisfaction. The she-cat was relieved to have killed it quickly. She scraped out a small hole in a soft spot of soil and hid it. She wouldn't have to worry about anything stealing it from under her nose. With her ears tuned to the sounds of the forest, she continued on towards the RiverClan border. She was interested in what happened to water voles during leaf-bare, and the apprentice wondered if she'd find out when she reached her destination.
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N A M E
-- russetkit, russetpaw, russets*
*possible names: russetsplash, russetstem, russetspots.
A G E
-- eight moons
S E X
-- biologically female
G E N D E R
-- cisgender female
O R I E N T A T I O N
-- demiromantic heterosexual
B R I E F D E S C R I P T I O N
-- a small white she-cat with russet splotches.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
-- russetpaw is a sweet young apprentice who tries her best to make her clan proud. unfortunately, she is convinced she's bound to bring misfortune upon anyone unfortunate enough to meet her. this used to prevent her from getting too close to her clanmates. she still hesitates when asked to go on patrols, but her mental state is much better than it was a moon before. the she-cat is equal parts curious as she is sweet, much like any apprentice. this can lead to her leading her denmates clumsily along on nighttime adventures.
H I S T O R Y
-- russetpaw has had a stream of bad luck following her the majority of her young life. her siblings caught greencough at a moon old and soon died, leaving russetkit to be the sole survivor of the litter. her parents followed her siblings to starclan two moons after. russetkit was taken in by an elderly queen and raised alongside her kits. when the queen retired to the elders' den after russetkit became an apprentice, russetpaw was mortified. her terror was justified, however, as the queen died not even a moon later. russetpaw now lives an average life, but the lingering threat of her misfortune is still there.
L I K E S
-- being alone, the sound of rushing water, elders' stories, training.
D I S L I K E S
-- rude cats, crowded areas, getting too close to others.
P O W E R
-- none
K I N
-- deceased
throw some plots at russet, maybe? c:
[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; color=white; width: 500px;][justify]tfw i finish remodeling russet's tags and making a bio/planning thread c':
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; color=white; width: 500px;][justify]The apprentice caught the scent of a vole ahead, and she quietly quickened her pace. It wasn't uncommon for voles to be at Sunningrocks, but she supposed they'd simply prefered to be there during the daylight. Alternatively, she was sure that voles weren't common in leaf-bare. Perhaps the days were warm enough to house one for just a while longer? Russetpaw quickly chalked it up to StarClan hindering the vole to feed her clan. She gave a small thanks to her starry ancestors as she neared Sunningrocks.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; color=white; width: 500px;][justify]The apprentice's ears perked up. She had been due for a border patrol, but the idea of catching prey for her clan was always more appealing. Russetpaw seemed to be always hunting, after all. She wondered, momentarily, how that came to be. Perhaps it was to spite Adderpaw? She was inexperienced when he poked fun at her hunting abilities. She decided that it was most certainly that, and fluffed out her chest fur with a sheen of determination in her dark eyes. "Count me in." She meowed, straying away from the border patrol after giving quick apologies.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; color=white; width: 500px;][justify]Russetpaw narrowed her eyes at the arrival of Adderpaw, but said nothing. She wasn't fond of him in the slightest. Had she ever thought anything otherwise, she had abandoned it. Probably. The apprentice turned her attention to the she-cat approaching. "Could I?" She meowed, looking over to Owldapple. She adored kits, and believed that a set goal could help her hunt more efficiently. Either that, or she just really wanted to prove herself to her clan. She wasn't sure.
/ooc: i apologize for indecisive russet. cx
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; color=white; width: 500px;][justify]i wish my cat was an inside cat tbh?? im really worried that he'll freeze out there :c
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; color=white; width: 500px;][justify]i would keep him inside but my dad wont let me :c
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