Posts by ASTERMASK

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  • TOO MANY BODIES ON THE FLOOR — open, introduction

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    a name said a lot about someone.


    some said the obvious. brown-'s were brown. sun-'s were golden. blind-'s were blind, and one-'s were missing something. others said the less obvious, the things you had to know someone to understand. the -dawn's had hope, the -heart's had loyalty, and the -claw's had drive. then, there were those who didn't live up to their name, like babblingpaw.


    she'd been named for a babbling brook. strong, peaceful, consistent. but many took her name for meaning chatty, foolish. they expected her to have a loud mouth and plenty to spill. on the contrary, babblingpaw was quiet, calm. she was a steady river that never changed, she was soft spoken and intelligent. she didn't take the world, or anyone, at face value. she was a babbling brook, not a babbling girl. a torrent of calm, not chaos.


    the sun was setting, her clanmates, for the most part, were settling in for the night. and babblingpaw had taken a seat beside the apprentices den, watching the sunset with a look of peace, yet dull boredom.

  • THUNDERCLAN CHAT & PLOTTING THREAD

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    hey y'all! here's babblingpaw, the smol therapist
    any plots or threads?

  • TOO MANY BODIES ON THE FLOOR — open, introduction

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    babblingpaw acknowledged her denmate with a nod at his approach, gaze moving from the sky for only a moment before returning. "probably. it's nice tonight, warmer." she responded, tone low. she'd always been soft spoken, quiet. "yes, beautiful i suppose." she said passively, agreeing enough. but she'd been enjoying the silence, not the colors.


    gaze dancing to adderpaw, the brown tabby stretched out, long legs curled beneath her, and she quirked a brow. "what's wrong with appreciating the simple things in life? it may not be new, but i'd miss it if it was gone." she said, giving a dull shrug of her shoulder.

  • TOO MANY BODIES ON THE FLOOR — open, introduction

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    the apprentice quirked a brow at the turn of the conversation, glancing at wolfkit, then to the tom. "sure, respect is important. adderpaw should respect wolfkit enough not to say such rude things. manners." she said, sitting up a bit more and smiling at the deputies daughter. "you can sit with me, too, if you'd like." she offered, shaking out the brown tabby fur and smiling at dovepaw, motioning for the tom to move closer so they could share the tiny kit's warmth.

  • stop calling me -- open, "cleaning up"

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    babblingpaw had been leaving to give a try at hunting, the ten-moon-old not very excited to wander into the cold yet again, when she caught sight of the warrior and her work. the tabby hesitated for a moment, blue eyes traveling over the rocks, then to the warrior. surely stoneface couldn't do it all herself? deciding she could hunt some other time, the apprentice began to copy stoneface silently, moving rocks and stones with dainty paws.

  • Do Things My Own Way Darling (meet and greet)

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    though she'd been born into thunderclan, she'd always been quiet and, as such, lacked in friends. she liked the seasoned warriors idea, however, and edged closer to the fem, taking a seat. "er, my name's babblingpaw. and i like to talk to others about feelings and problems and stuff, i suppose. fix things." she offered, blue eyes on her paws.

  • THUNDERCLAN CHAT & PLOTTING THREAD

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    who makes to all the people i owe threads to?
    and omg, boulder and babs thread?
    and dove and babs thread? i think they'd get on well after the uniting to warm wolfkit lmao

  • GEMINI FEED — therapy sessions with babs?

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    so i thought it would be cute to get some therapy sessions going on with babs! she loves to sort things out and try to figure others out, as well as solve any of their issues.


    these would be private threads so that they could talk privately, and she'd do them with anyone <33

  • TOO MANY BODIES ON THE FLOOR — open, introduction

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    cool blue gaze shifting to the kit once more, she gave the girl a kind, amused smile and dipped her head a little lower to meet the spunky kit's gaze. "well, you look more like a kit than a wolf." she purred, giving the girl a wink to show she was kidding. "honestly? my mother named me for babbling brooks. they're strong and steady, yet calm and slow. they babble along and carry the water to-and-fro. that's why my mother named me babbling-, because i was strong but calm. my littermates had a bit more... spunk." she explained, sitting up a little straighter and pressing against the warm body of dovepaw.

  • It rains in hell {Skyclan Patrol}

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    babblingpaw was ever the calm, steady force. she was quiet and composed, she brought reason, logic, and empathy like others brought their fiery energies. she was calm, steady, and in that moment, as she followed after the older fem, she could sense that something was off with the tom.


    "i'm babblingpaw." she chirped and stood beside the warrior, blue eyes full of concern.