Posts by timepaw

Living in a clan was wild.

Although he hadn't gotten very far out of his shell, Timepaw found himself taking a liking to certain folks, mainly his fellow apprentices. He had only joined, what, a moon or two ago? Yet he already felt like he fit in, as much as any outsider could. Though maybe it was just him interpreting things wrong. Either way, Timepaw was happy. The young apprentice had just returned from hunting, successfully catching something. It was a mouse, something small, but it was his contribution towards the clan. At least he was trying.

//i haven't rpd in trad for a couple weeks so sorry if this is rlly shoddy ghdjsjdskd

"speech." or "speech."

The scarred up tom trotted forward, a small bounce in his step. The young tom flashed a genuine grin towards Thumper. "Hiya! I'm Timepaw, it's nice to meet you! Thunderclan took me in so I don't see why we couldn't let you in?" The white and grey splotched tom said, head tilting to the side as he casted a glance towards Sunpaw.

"speech." or "speech."

The young apprentice came and sat down, curious as to what the meeting was about. It was his first one, too! Not much seemed to be going on, just someone receiving a new name. The scarred up white and grey tom idly tapped his paw as he watched them speak, the drumming sound relaxing to him.

"speech." or "speech."

"Yo, you look bored." An almost familiar figure of white and grey stopped next to Crabpaw, although instead of the sky blue eyes of Cloudpaw, it was bright copper colored eyes. Plus, despite being younger than his unknown half-brother, Timepaw was a lot taller, too. Normally Timepaw wasn't one to just go up and say hello to the stranger, but hey they seemed like they really didn't want any company. "I'm Timepaw, who're you?"

"speech." or "speech."

Timepaw's mind had been drifting back to the tom he met at the gathering not to long ago.

Crabpaw. That was his name, yeah? It sounded like a name a Riverclanner should have had, but Timepaw distinctly remembered the scent of Windclan on him. He had debated over it a couple times before eventually sneaking outside of camp one day, making a beeline for the hill-filled land that was the home of the interesting, loud Crabpaw. He just kind of hung out around the border between their two clans, unsure of what to do. Timepaw knew that just waltzing onto Windclan's territory would end badly, and if he told them he was looking for Crabpaw, it would make him seem even weirder.

Screwing up his face momentarily in confusion, the young apprentice exhaled before trotting off, awkwardly circling around the clearing, hoping that the male was out and about for some reason, alone.The Thunderclanner didn't need anyone eavesdropping on their conversation, potentially getting one of them in trouble. Truth be told, he was a bit more worried that Crabpaw would get in trouble. Getting lost in his worries, the copper-eyed tom just stopped and stared out at the fields, biting the inside of his cheek nervously as he spaced out.`

"speech." or "speech."