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Duckpaw trailed after his clanmate, a skeptical expression written all over his face. He was sincerely hoping that this whole gathering experience would be well worth his while. No doubt he'd be arriving back at the camp well past his normal time of falling asleep for the night. And anyone that knew him knew that he took his sleeping regime very seriously. Part of him wanted to make a remark on how antsy Lizzardbounce was being, the tom was practically radiating anger, but he experienced a rare feeling of common sense. His mouth would be shut for now. Instead he focused on being a lookout for anyone that looked interesting enough to talk to.

//track post

open for interaction!

Thick tension crackled in the air between DarkClan and ShadowClan, it almost felt like he was wading through the muggy spiked air. Sheesh. He was out of the loop for whatever bad blood existed between the two clans, having just recently joined WindClan, but it was a tad entertaining nonetheless. At least it appeared as if no clan was curling their lips at them. The green-gold eyed apprentice nearly missed Hornetsting approaching him, having been too absorbed in the expressions of the rivaling clancats.

"Hm?" He meowed, eyeing the heavily scarred tomcat up and down. Geez, he was like a walking nightmare. It was comforting to know that they were meeting under a truce, he'd never want to tangle with this guy in a battle after all. But once he spoke again his words didn't seem to quite match up with what Duckpaw had in mind, in fact he seemed almost pleasant. "Er, yeah. First gathering." He confirmed, wondering if he looked so lost that it was painfully apparent that it was his first. "First time meeting someone who could probably eat me alive too. Duckpaw's the name." He added with a slight smile on his maw.

A loud distraction caused him to jerk his head away from the ShadowClan warrior and onto another one. This one was also a ghastly sight to behold and he wondered if it was an unspoken rule that ShadowClanners needed to look as scary as possible. "One of your own? Seems like he wants to ruffle some feathers." Or start a full-blown fight. But he was pretty sure the clancats would stick to the whole peaceful truce thing that he'd heard before coming here. Nonetheless, the gathering was already starting off with a bang and he was beginning to feel just a small amount of satisfaction at actually attending.

HORNETSTING.

Does Spot need an equally insecure and probably way more chatty apprentice by any chance?? If so then I can offer this guy up <3

ShadowClan. The aroma wafted over his tongue once he parted his jaws, settling on his taste-buds that had originally been scouting for prey. The last interaction he'd had with a ShadowClanner had gone pretty well, actually. Hornetsting, he believed was the guy's name, the mangled and scary looking tomcat with a charismatic demeanor. These thoughts skimmed through his mind until all of his senses started to pick up that something wasn't quite...Right. Thudding paws, unease, and panting were all starting to piece themselves together inside of his mind and suddenly the wet scent of dog slammed into him like a monster rolling down the thunderpath.

"Ehhhh." The sound of pure reluctance flew from his black maw but even still Duckpaw changed his original course, paws speeding up despite them feeling like they were weighed down with stones. Whatever he was about to encounter he was not going to like. It wasn't too long that he caught sight of the scampering ShadowClanner, after all WindClan lacked any trees to hide anything. A large and ugly beast was slobbering after him and once again Duckpaw felt the sense of wanting to stay right where he was. But he didn't really want to witness a bloody murder unfold right in front of him either and so he sucked in a breath before charging towards the chase.

Whoever is up there better spare me for doing such a good deed. The ex-loner thought, momentarily closing his green-gold eyes, feeling as if time was slowing down for him. His heartbeat was pounding in his ears, matching the sound of his own paw slamming against the ground, and the lithe male found himself pushing himself upwards from his strong back-legs. With claws extended he soon felt them meet the back of the dog he had flung himself onto and he clung to the flesh as if his life depended on it. Which in all honesty it did. He heard the dog yelp underneath him and its pace slowed, its attention diverted from the running cat to the one that was currently harming it.

It shook itself violently and although Duckpaw thought he had gotten a death-grip onto its skin he found himself wildly bouncing from side to side until he was flung off a few feet away. "You better help me now!" He managed to squeak out towards Legion just before he hit the cold ground, slightly winded but not enough that he wasn't able to jump back to his feet to face the now furious dog, who was growling at him with frantic eyes. This dog was huge. It could definitely eat his scrawny self in one gulp and he lashed his tail from side to side nervously. Perhaps the two of them could fend this behemoth off though.

Whoops. Was his last thought before he was sent plummeting into chilly water, feeling as if he was on cold cold fire. Even his bones were tingling from the frigid temperatures and he tried to open his jaws to let out a dismal whine. Instead water gushed inside his mouth and only the sound of angry gargles escaped from the lithe tomcat. Don't go near the gorge. Echoed inside of his mind once or twice, an annoying reminder that well...He hadn't quite listened, had he? Now his body was being tossed to and fro like one of those strange objects he'd seen twoleg kits throw mercilessly around and his intentional anger (probably directed at himself) was fading away to spine curdling fear. Yikes. Was he in a tough spot or what?

He'd always prided himself on his strong legs; strong for running, strong for swimming, and definitely strong for swerving away from any heavy-load of responsibilities. But this particular current was making it painfully obvious that his little baby paddling didn't stand a chance. He did, however, manage to turn himself around, keeping his head bobbing up over the surface of the water and just in time to see the beginning of the end, the drop-off, the falls. So maybe his death? As much as he liked to joke around that he wouldn't mind if his days were limited, today was definitely not the day he was expecting to die. And not like this. Duckpaw had painted a nice picture of himself retiring into the warm elder's den, sleeping and eating all day long. A blissful dream.

This was certainly not that blissful dream. In fact he couldn't tell whether or not he was slipping in and out of consciousness, with it being so overwhelmingly cold after all. He did feel the moment his feet hit nothing but air, a signal that he was finally going over the edge, and that was when true panic started to set in. Limbs flailed frantically, a blur of different shades of browns and blacks, and wide green-gold eyes flashed beneath the depths of the blue water. Never in his life did the lazy apprentice think that ice would be his saving grace. His claws scored down the sides of the icy wall that had started to freeze over parts of the waterfall and although it didn't feel great for his body to hit some of the jagged jutted out parts, it slowed down his momentum. However an alarming popping sound erupted from his back-leg as it awkwardly banged against the half-frozen water and it was around that time that Duckpaw slid into a blanket of darkness, his eyelids fluttering shut. Whether it be from the cold or the sudden pain, he wasn't too sure, however a small part of him was screaming to stay awake.

Instead his body splashed into the icy waters below, spraying a flurry of shards and droplets in his wake. His unconscious self was miraculously carried onto RiverClan's shore, the sound of pebbles rattling as he was washed upon solid ground. In his foggy state his mind conjured up a variety of images and cats from his past. He was even convinced that his previous lover was somehow standing right over him, staring down at him with the same disappointed eyes that she held when she had broken things off. A groan flew from him but still his eyes did not stir and instead he found himself trapped with the same image replaying in his mind.

//he's pretty banged up with a broke hind-leg, multiple gashes on his body from hitting the ice, a few torn claws, and experiencing shock from the cold water and pain <3 also sorry if this post is so jumbled!

Was that his...Mom now? His eyes flickered open momentarily, trying to focus on whomever was suddenly standing over him. He was glad, at least, that his ex was no longer being a figment of his imagination but even still his eyes slowly darted around as if he was looking for her. Even in his muddled state he was able to deduce that the feline trying to talk to him was in fact, not his mother, especially since the two didn't even look remotely similar. Her words weren't making much sense to the tom, so instead he tried to let out a crackled sigh but a cough was produced instead. He allowed his eyes to slip close once again, the darkness was comforting in a strange way because the world seemed much too bright for him at the moment.

A different voice caused his ears to prick up but other than that Duckpaw barely responded. Where even was he again? Events that had just occurred moments ago were hard to decipher, they had happened so quickly. I hope they don't eat me. Seemed like a sensible thing to think the moment he started to feel paws on his body. However his inner voice of reasoning started to battle with it. There wasn't much he could do to defend himself anyways, so he supposed that he'd have to begrudgingly trust the strangers.

"Er...Yeah I'll watch too." This mock fight was far too tempting to pass over the opportunity to lean back and watch everything unfold. From what he'd seen Lizardbounce was a pretty determined guy, Duckpaw was sure that if he lost a leg then he would have handled things quite differently. If anything he probably would have happily retired to the elder's den, living out his days in the lap of sleeping luxury. Ah, that sounded nice. A small grin formed across his maw at that thought before he plopped down near Minkpaw, shooting the other apprentice a glance before asking, "Wanna make any bets?" He was more or less in the three-legged warrior's corner but Wolfsbane was big.He honestly wouldn't want to tango with either of them.

Blah, blah, blah. Sheesh, this kid could ramble. He had been trying to take one of his many naps that he had perfectly spaced out during the day but Chillykit's restless energy was making that excruciatingly difficult. He'd been moving non-stop for what felt like forever. Not to mention now he was making that jumpy apprentice all...Well jumpy. "Sounds like a lot of whining to me." Duckpaw commented just as he rolled over from his back onto his stomach, green-gold eyes eyeing the male up and down. "You'll be made an apprentice soon enough. It's really not that great anyways. But if you're gonna throw a whole hissy fit about everything then maybe you should put that energy towards taking it up with the leader." It wasn't as if he'd be a kit forever, if he truly was only weeks behind then that shouldn't be a huge problem. Right?

"I mean hey, I just joined and I'm eight moons old. So, technically I'm way more behind than you are. Can't help yah with you're whole 'old friends are gone' problem. All I can say is you'll make new ones, everyone comes and goes." As he finished speaking his nose wrinkled, impatience playing in his usually bored eyes. After all that was what he had learned through experience. Being a loner meant a lot of different faces would pop out of nowhere and be gone in a heartbeat.

//in character opinions <3

It was a little odd seeing the deputy on the tallrock, after all he had just gotten used to the sight of Eaglestar up there. Morningfrost was...Fine. In his opinion. The new leader was a little frosty and it seemed like he usually had a stick up his butt but oh well. It wasn't as if Duckpaw had any say in this matter nor did he really care thatmuch who was mainly in charge of bossing everyone around.

//rushed mobile

Small bump <3

"I think you missed a spot." Duckpaw yawned from his perch on the smooth rock, extending his paw to point in the general direction of the den. If he was able to then a sly smirk would have stretched across his lips but instead only his gold-green eyes registered with humor and he rolled over onto his back, peering at the two apprentices from upside down. "If you lived in ThunderClan then I'm sure you'd find something else to complain about anyways." He remarked before swiping his tongue over his jaws.

NEEDS: Mentor

CHARACTER NAME: Duckpaw

PREFERENCES: Someone who he could butt heads with but ultimately end up with a strong relationship he'll grow to respect them and probably go to them to vent/ask for advice a lot. He's extremely lazy and unmotivated so he'll need a mentor that will push him but also have some patience.

OTHER: n/a

This lazy guy desperately needs some friends, maybe these two could form a best friend relationship? He might be a little bit of an arse when they first meet but maybe if they click well it could develop into a super close friendship?

Great! I could make a thread where Duckpaw is near the DarkClan border for them to meet if you'd like? <3

Ever since he'd started going to gatherings he had become well-versed in seeing strange cats. Some of those ShadowClan cats in particular were creepy looking fellows. One of them pretty much had half his face ripped off, which oof, must have hurt. So when he spotted Flameface milling around the border he only felt a slight glint of surprise. That didn't stop him from opening his big mouth though. "Flameface?" He questioned after the lazy tom meandered his way over towards the feline, his green-gold eyes eyeing the oddly colored joiner up and down. "Good thing your name is because the color of your fur and not because of actual burns, because yikes." Burn wounds would have been awfully ghastly. "My name's Duckpaw. Fortunately it's not because I look like a duck, or at least I hope I don't." A grin formed on his black maw at his own little joke before he tilted his dark head.

"Unfortunately I have absolutely zero power here, but I can take you to the camp to talk to Morningstar. He'll decide if you can join or not. He kind of has a stick up his butt most of the time but he'll probably be nice to you if you're polite." Duckpaw meowed as he jerked his head backwards to gesture the way to the WindClan camp. Someone might complain that he was bringing a complete stranger into their home but the apprentice was a fairly trusting individual. And it didn't seem like Flameface was a threat.

Welcome everyone! <3

And ah! Lizardbounce That’s so exciting! We bred my dog recently and being able to help raise her puppies was such an amazing experience!

Ducky and Eagle pairing 2.0?

xRedxPepperx

Been really busy with work for Easter preparations but I'll get our thread up soon! <3

His forehead furrowed with thought as the snoopy apprentice overheard the trio chat and with a grown he mentally started a battle with himself. He was very comfortable in his current spot right now, having drug some moss out of the apprentice den to make a small nest in a sunnier part of camp. However, this was a little interesting. Maybe more interesting than laying around for once, since he hadn't gotten to learn the "proper" way to hunt. He'd hunted plenty of times during his life as a loner but hey, clan cats were probably experts at it. Had fancier ways of doing things. "I'll go to." Duckpaw sighed after he had slowly gotten to his paws and walked over to his clanmates, a yawn parting his jaws.

"Hit me with me." Duckpaw stated as he slipped out of the apprentice's den, his white whiskers twitching as he resisted the urge to sneeze.