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Cherrypaw would be the next to arrive, a vole clamped in her jaws from a hunting trip she had went on. Of course, her trip had been cut short by the scent of Shadowclan nearby. The femme had hid in a bush until she spotted Thrushpelt arriving, then she'd carry herself forwards. Her blue eyes were focused on the Shadowclanners, though they were warm and curious. What were they here for? Taking a seat, the Southern accented molly would drop her vole next to her paws and she'd curl her tail around her paws. Seeing as Thrushpelt had already spoken, she'd opt to remain silent until they responded. Hopefully, this wouldn't go south. Oh, and there was the answer. Opening her maw, the apprentice would pull her tail a bit tighter against her paws. Had something happened? Hopefully not.
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awesome! who makes?
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yes please!
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It seemed that whilst Firpaw was out hunting, Cherrypaw had been out exploring. Her day had been filled of watching bees buzz around a beehive, and then her wondering if she could somehow get the beehive down. The molly had spent about fifteen minutes forming her plan before deciding that she'd come back another day. Of course, it was an excuse not to have to attempt it today. So instead the molly found herself back inside of Thunderclan's camp. The femme was dozing off in some shade."Wow, I didn't know you were a RiverClanner."
Her ears perked as she listened to Spottedpaw speak and tease someone, and her blue eyes cracked open. Spotting a brown pelt like her own, the femme would raise herself up from her laying position to get a better look. Ah, so it was her brother, Firpaw. Smiling, the apprentice would pad after stretching her legs and back out. So her brother had caught a fish. That was an impressive feat for a Thunderclanner, and now the girl understood the whole Riverclanner joke. Smiling a little bit, the sleepy apprentice would brush against her brother with her own tabby pelt. "How long did that take you though?" She'd tease with a friendly look in her blue eyes.
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Padding into the camp after climbing some tall trees, the molly had tired herself out. Her muscles ached from the rigorous activity. The apprentice had never really climbed trees as a loner, plus she had been younger. Now that she had gotten into Thunderclan, Cherrypaw found herself doing more and more physical activity. Of course, that meant that she was sore almost every day. The cycle was one that left her tired out all the time, but with no current mentor she had to do things to keep herself busy. Pausing as she noticed Stormsong, the molly would pad over with a friendly look in her blue eyes. "Hello! How're you?" Yeah, she wasn't exactly shy.
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friends with Cherrypaw? maybe they could meet on the border and Cherry could tell him about Thunderclan and then show him some fighting moves?
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friends with Cherry?
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Cherrypaw would smile warmly as she sat down and tilted her head, her blue eyes focused on the feline she hadn't yet been able to meet. The molly would curl her tail neatly around her paws and lick her maw slightly. Ah, so the tom was hard of hearing? That was okay! "Oh that's okay!" The apprentice would respond cheerily as she gazed up at the warrior. "M'name is Cherrypaw, what's yours?" She'd question with a happy look in her blue orbs.
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"... Who's there?"Perking her ears, Cherrypaw would poke her head out of some brush. Starclan, she was lost. Flicking her tail against the ground, the Thunderclan apprentice would tilt her head as she gazed over the calico. Starclan, she was pretty. Cherrypaw was silent for a moment as she attempted to control and hide her gay. Coughing once, the light brown tabby would blink her blue eyes and smile. "Hello darlin'," her Southern accent clung to her words and she would look around. "I managed to get lost, could you tell me where I am?" It was clear to the molly that she wasn't in Thunderclan anymore, and she smelled Shadowclan everywhere, but that didn't help her much.
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Much like her brother, Cherrypaw shared the disapproval that any of this pardoned her of murdering someone. To take someone's life was something one couldn't go back from. Fluffing up her fur, the tabby would seat herself next to her brother, and she opted to stay silent. After all, it wasn't her place to say anything, after all, she had just joined.
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Once more, the molly was lost. Except this time, she truly didn't know where she was because she had never been exposed to the scent of Skyclan. There were trees, which she appreciated, but she still didn't know where she was. Cherrypaw would fluff her fur up a bit as she found a tall oak tree and sat underneath it. The Thunderclan apprentice wasn't sure where she was at all, and so she prayed for Starclan to send her help. Anything.
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welcome to thunderclan~
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It had been on her mind since when Firpaw caught that fish, the buzzing bustle of bees and the feint scent of honey that was stored inside of the hive. The honey would undoubtedly be useful for the medicine cats, and it would make a sweet treat for a the kits, as well as the elders. Cherrypaw had always been a crowd pleaser, looking for the best ways to get people to like her, and it seemed that the honey would be the best way currently for her. Of course, the thought of getting honey out of a beehive was easier than actually going through with the action.The day had started easy, her waking up and stretching. This lead the pretty apprentice to the freshkill pile where she dined on a small mouse and groomed herself. After all, starting off the day with a clean pelt and a full belly was important to anyone, but even more so to someone who was about to infiltrate a beehive. The thought of the beehive made her tail curl up slightly and her heart beat a little faster. Today was the day, and yet she found herself growing nervous at the thought of acting upon her thoughts about the honey. Looking around with blue orbs, the apprentice would decide to gather more moss for the elder's first. After all, they wouldn't enjoy the honey she would be getting if they were uncomfortable in their nests. Besides, apprentice duties always came first.
Setting off into the forest, Cherrypaw would swallow as she looked around with careful blue eyes. She needed to get some dry moss, which wouldn't be under trees because the snow would dampen the moss. Instead, she'd have to venture up trees, which wasn't a problem for the light brown tabby. Besides, she would need to get some last minute practice in if she were going to climb the tree and get the honey. Resuming her walk, the molly would find a rather large and old tree and begin to climb the trunk. Her claws gripped the bark and she quickly made her way up the tree. Her muscles were becoming used to the grind of going up and down trees, so the apprentice made pretty good time going up to a good, high level. Looking around, Cherrypaw would notice some moss grouped together within the base of the tree. Placing her paw in the groove, the apprentice would scrape out the moss with her claws. Whilst she was rolling the moss, the molly didn't notice an owl who had peeked around the trunk, and it quickly hooted at her. Jumping from the sound, Cherrypaw was startled and dropped the moss.
"Foxdung!" She'd spit out as she watched it fall down and land onto a branch lower in the tree. "Oh thank Starclan." Cherrypaw would murmur softly to no one as she watched it land on the branch and not in the snow. Glaring back at the owl, the light brown tabby would swipe at the owl with sheathed paws in an attempt to box it a bit. When her hit miss and the owl went flying to a different tree, Cherry would slowly descend to her moss. So that was it, now she just had to get it back to camp and roll it out for the elder's. Then she was free to get her honey. Great.
Everything seemed to get done to quickly, and all her duties were done for the day, so she wasn't sure what else she could do. It wasn't like she was postponing getting the honey, after all it was midday, she had plenty of time, which was great. Oh it was wonderful. Swallowing, the blue eyed apprentice stared up at the pale beehive which hung off of a dying branch. So this hive was coming down one way or another, either by her or age of the tree. Breathing out, Cherrypaw would gather her courage and move up the tree, slowly. She'd blame it on her sore muscles, if anyone asked, but honestly she was hoping if she took her time it would fall from age. Of course not though. By the time she got up there, it was still hanging and there was a gentle buzzing emanating from the hive. All the bees were inside due to winter, and so she was in the clear for now. Gathering herself onto the branch it was on, the apprentice would shove her weight down on the branch and it would crack. Doing it once more, the molly would hand onto the branch her bottom paws were on as the beehive branch fell. Watching it was a satisfied gaze, the Thunderclanner would smile to herself as the hive lay cracked open and bees scattered everywhere. Quickly the molly would make her way down to the ground.
What Cherrypaw forgot about in her glory was the bees that formerly inhabited the hive. They were rather worked up from the fall and angry about the death of their queen. When Cherry landed on the ground she was quickly stung by a bee on the bridge of her nose, and then once more on her hing left leg. Letting out a shrill squeak in response to the bees attack, the apprentice would run into a bush. Still, the bees followed her and stung her more. The molly would bury her body with snow, but by the time the bees let up, she had been stung three more times, five times in total, around her body. Plus, now she was chilly from the cold snow. At least she got the honey though.
//tl;dr she got stung by bees five times and is now hiding in a bush, she covered her body with snow.
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anyone wanna mentor this bab? she needs friends too, so im open to threads for friends? 0:
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QUILLPAW. that would be lovely! would you like me to make them a thread?& dittoing the serval question
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"Apologies, I'm rather new to Thunderclan, I must have just kinda lost track of where I was going." Cherrypaw would explain with a flourish of her long, striped tail. "I tend to daydream when I walk." The Thunderclanner would explain once more with a friendly smile. "Oh, my name is Cherrypaw by the way," she'd muse with a tilt of her head and a flick of her ears. So she was in Shadowclan. Darn, she had gone a good ways away from home. Hopefully this feline would be friendly instead of choosing to drive her out. After all, friends were good to have, even outside of your own clan, as long as you stayed loyal to your clan. Right? Yeah.
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i'll pm it to you hun! <33also, omg i love the names<33
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i mean i got four birds
am i cool yet
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i'm laughing why is it country boy problems
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i'm wheezing
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just y'all, ma'am, miss, mister, sir, y'aaaaaalll while charred is internally dying
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