Posts by rosepaw.

rosepaw was curled up outside of the apprentice's den, her green gaze traveling around camp with a sort of distracted anxiety. she didn't know exactly why, but she had just felt so down as of late—and, in turn, was starting to feel anxious because she didn't know why she was sad.

whatever. the best way to solve a problem was to ignore it.

rosepaw sat up and curled her tail around her paws and tried to focus her attention on something else, anything else. she let her eyes wander to a butterfly that was making lazy circles around the camp. maybe if she stared at it long enough, she would forget about the heaviness in her chest.

Rosepaw's fur fluffed up in surprise as Branchpaw approached her, offering a light, half-hearted smile. "Oh, I'm fine," she lied. Well, maybe she was lying. She really didn't know if she was fine or not. "Hello," she greeted Spottedfur with a wave of her tail. "I'm Rosepaw.

/low muse!!

Rosepaw didn't know what was wrong with her as of late. Her training was going well, there wasn't too much stress within the clan, and despite it being leaf-bare, prey wasn't too scarce for the most part. So why did she feel so upset?

Pinpointing the reason for her gradual mood shift had been difficult. She spent a lot of time staying up late on her nest, holding back tears because she didn't know what she was feeling, or why. She spent a lot of time watching other cats interact with each other in camp. She spent a lot of time by herself, looking at her reflection in puddles. And after a long time she was starting to realize what was going on.

At the moment, she was laying down on a low oak branch just outside of camp, her front paws hanging off and her head pressed against the bark, looking deafeated.

Rosepaw lifted her head and offered a tight smile at Mossflight. She didn't think she had ever had a conversation with the deputy, but from what she knew about her, she seemed like the kind of person one could trust.

She looked at Chubkit as he bounced around, her forced smile turning into a lighter, more relaxed one. He was such a sweetie.

She glanced back at Mossflight, feeling a bit better but still nervous. "Um, this might be a weird question, but do you think my name is a little...feminine?"

The molly shrugged weakly. She had been named after the spots on her pelt that resembled little rosettes, not because she was a dainty cat. She was quite the opposite, in fact. Heightwise, she was as tall as a normal she-cat, but otherwise her frame was much stockier. She didn't think her name reflected weakness, but it was definitely a name that wouldn't be given to a tom. Mossflight only affirmed that.

"I-I'm not worried about seeming weak," she stammered, training her eyes on the ground. After hearing the second comment, Rosepaw's eyes darted up for a moment and her ears perked. "I can do that? I can change my name?"

Rosepaw came in shortly after Crystalpaw. "Could I train too? she asked hesitantly, shifting her weight back and forth. Despite being bigger than most she-cats, she still wanted to pack on a lot more muscle.

Rosepaw padded into camp, looking agitated. She just wanted to sleep forever so she didn't have to think. She shuffled towards the apprentice's den, eager to get away from everything, when she noticed a very dejected looking Spottedfern.

"Uh...Hey. What's wrong?"