Posts by FEATHERPAW -

tracking + thank you! c;

she’ll be known as Featherkit a little longer until she gets a mentor, but I went ahead and just called the account Featherpaw in advance

tracking with this gal that’ll be joining soon

I’m so excited to finally be getting into the traditional rp and to meet all of you and your characters c:

she hasn’t officially joined yet, but she’ll need a mentor when she does join soon c:

NEEDS: mentor

CHARACTER NAME: will be Featherpaw

MAIN ACCOUNT: -~Autumnleaf~-  

PREFERENCES: someone willing to put up with her sometimes rebellious attitude and lots of questions, someone who wouldn’t mind an older apprentice

IF MENTOR, MAX NUMBER OF APPRENTICES (if needed): n/a

OTHER: she needs a lot of teaching on the warrior code, has minimal knowledge of hunting

The heat on her fur, the tongues of flames, the chaos all around her... these were without a doubt Featherkit’s darkest memories. Previously, her head had been filled with thoughts of what the territory would be like, wondering who would be her mentor, or perhaps the next time her mother would be free to play. Nowadays, though, more serious things were stuck on her mind.

Such as where she would find her next meal. As the time passed, she had began to teach herself to hunt just like her siblings - she was successful less than half of the time. Most of her daily energy was spent on these hunting attempts and keeping an eye out for a place for them to sleep that night. Featherkit would stay awake as long as she could to keep watch, until her eyes would stay open no longer. At first, she had to think that StarClan were on their side or they surely would’ve died by then.

But, days stretched into moons and Featherkit found herself forgetting about all of that. Grandeur thoughts of exploring WindClan’s territory when she was finally apprenticed were replaced by the drive to survive. She constantly reminded herself that this was the way to stay alive, that she needed to provide for her brother and sister, but her personality had altered greatly. The femme had developed a one track mind and only the occasional smile graced her maw. She rarely joked around. Featherkit never forgot her ultimate goal, however. And that was for her and her siblings to return home.

Home. She silently thanked Thinkit for her memory then watched as her littermate stopped, realizing she was holding her own breath in anticipation. “C’mon, you’re slower than a snail,” she teased. It was the first time she’d spoken since that morning and the first time she’d smiled since... she couldn’t remember. She glanced behind her, eyes excited, and pushed forward to follow Thinkit with renewed energy. The memories of the fire were beginning to creep back to the front her mind, but she chose to ignore them. This was supposed to be happy.

How long had they been gone? She didn’t think they had fled very far away, it’d just taken them awhile to find their way back so young. How long, though? Featherkit didn’t think it could’ve been more than three or four moons. Which meant... she’d already missed out on at least a moon of her apprentice training! While she hadn’t been concerned with this a few hours ago, being back in WindClan’s territory - home - she was suddenly overcome with an overwhelming excitement. “Hello?” her somewhat hoarse but cheerful voice called out to whoever’s ears were listening.

The femme looked beside her at her brother, eying his legs and paws worriedly. Clearly, Featherkit had been luckiest in terms of getting out of the fire with few injuries. Yes, her pelt had been coated in ash and she’d had a few burns here and there, but they had been minor and healed on their own relatively painlessly. That meant she’d reserved more of her concern for her siblings, who had come out worse. Fortunately, none of them had died from their wounds, she thought sardonically.

The sudden appearance of a kit jarred her from these thoughts. She didn’t immediately recognize him, but most of the names, faces, and scents she had once known had drifted from her memory. Much more likely was the possibility he’d been born after the fire. “Hey, there!” she said, jubilant tone holding up. The fact this kit was far from camp didn’t bother her, much less cross her mind. She proceeded to introduce all of them, nodding at each of her littermates as she mentioned their names.“I’m Featherkit, this is my sister, Thinkit. And, the one and only, Skunkkit.” She liked to tease her brother about his seemingly unappealing name. However, she wouldn’t have him any other way. “We’re here... uh, because this is our home!” she continued. “A kit such as yourself might not remember, but we’ve been gone a few moons, since the fire. But, we found our way back!” She looked at each of her siblings in turn, as if silently asking for confirmation.

CURRENT NAME; Featherkit

NEW NAME; Featherpaw

MENTOR; Morningfrost

OTHER; c:

It hadn’t even crossed her mind that they might be seen as threats. In her eyes, they were only apprentices - and untrained ones at that! Being naive played some part, but it was also the fact her and her siblings had spent the last several moons of their lives going where they pleased. Sure, there had been dangers. The feeling of being home, however, had eliminated all caution and she had imagined they’d be welcomed warmly.

When Thinkit spoke up, the warmth faded slightly, along with Featherkit’s grin. Hawkclaw. She was perhaps the only cat of WindClan she remembered by name. Was she even still here? Still alive? Usually, the femme’s thoughts were lighter, more carefree. Before the fire, these questions might’ve never come to her. A lot had changed, it appeared.

Then, another arrived, also unfamiliar. Featherkit lifted her gaze and offered him a small smile. Her mood was dampened for sure, and she felt like every fur on her body was standing on end in anticipation for an answer to Thinkit’s question... but she still should be friendly, right? The fact he was a new arrival explained why he wasn’t recognizable to her. His name in particular stuck out to her. It made her picture a spring thaw or the sun rising to dry the morning dew off of the grass. Somehow, this tom didn’t seem to radiate “sunshine”. Shaking away these thoughts, she nodded. They’d have to wait for Hawkclaw or “someone of higher status”. That meant the leader, right? Who even was that? She couldn’t recall anymore than that they’d had -star at the back of their name. “In case you didn’t hear, I’m Featherkit. But, I’ll be Featherpaw real soon,” she said enthusiastically to fill the awkward silence.

Featherkit’s proud smile once again faltered, this time in surprise as another approached... this one a lot more familiar. Just the presence of Hawkclaw stirred bittersweet memories in the femme’s mind - trying to sneak out of the nursery, convincing her littermates to play hide and seek around camp, the way she used to practice her ‘hunter’s crouch’ by stalking clanmates while they ate...

Jaw slack, Featherkit was rendered speechless for a minute. She wasn’t dead, they weren’t too late! All of a sudden, the energy returned to her body. She bolted forward, Morningfrost gone from her mind, and almost barreled into her mother. She aimed to nuzzle the other she-cat. “Mother! You’re alright!” she exclaimed happily.

It was a bit strange to have found out more time than she’d thought had gone by. Her and her siblings were old enough to be about warriors but they hadn’t even started training yet! Featherkit did feel slightly self-conscious in this regard, although that was unlike herself. They’d probably be the oldest apprentices ever, right? Still, since she was older, she was going to give it her all and hopefully speed up the process. She couldn’t wait to be a warrior!

The femme glanced at her littermates as their names were called. Even though she’d just witnessed Haykit - er, Haypaw - become apprenticed, she seemed frozen for a moment. Only after Skunkkit and Thinkit had stepped forward did she also. She stood proudly beside the others, pushing to the back of her mind the fact that the whole Clan was watching. So what if they weren’t six moons? This was still special.

Featherpaw usually prided herself on being fearless. She’d been there for her shy and silly siblings when they were down, frightened, and alone. The she-cat wasn’t afraid of blood or spiders or water. Unfortunately, the life of a loner put you in the path of all sorts of other creatures and not all of them were friendly. While she probably wasn't stupid enough to face down a bear - that depended on its size, really - she liked to think she was brave.

As it turned out, this couldn’t always be true. Finding her mother again had been amazing to say the least. Truly beyond anything she could imagine... and honestly more overwhelming than she’d thought it’d be. Then there came all the new names and faces, along with rules she’d forgotten and was being reminded of. She’d fallen in love with every WindClanner she’d met - even the grumpy ones. Featherpaw knew this is what she’d missed out on for so long and there’d be a lot to do in order to make up for lost time. At her apprentice ceremony, she’d felt out of place at first, but those doubts had dissipated when the cheers of her mother reached her ears. She had to make Hawkclaw proud. She had to keep being there for her littermates.

All of that sounded like an awful lot of pressure. The morning after her ceremony, Featherpaw left camp on her own. There might’ve been some rule about her needing to stick with a warrior when exploring, but she paid no attention to it if so. She told herself that she’d be out for a while, maybe to brush up on her hunting skills before demonstrating them to her mentor for the first time. As it ended up, her paws led her to the border and beyond. Her siblings were safe with their mother, they could do without her for a bit. She’d be back, and she wouldn’t be going far. No one was going to miss her. Featherpaw slipped back into the life of a loner all too easily and weeks went by.

She wasn’t sure how long it’d been, but she guessed about one moon... maybe. The delicate-pawed white feline was now approaching the WindClan border for the second time - and it was no easier than the first. Along with the expected buzz of excitement and nervous anticipation, a cloud of embarrassment hung over her head. She’d let everyone down. Her mother probably missed her dearly, and she’d never even gotten the chance to meet her mentor properly. Plus, by leaving she’d set her training even further back. Featherpaw thought she would be lucky to become a warrior before she moved into the elder’s den.

It turned out that re-joining the Clan you’d been born into, with cats you couldn’t remember and a code you’d forgotten, to be apprenticed five moon late... was a lot scarier than the prospect of fighting a small bear. At least to Featherpaw.

//back after taking an unexpected break myself, it’s been awhile since I’ve written so please pardon any mistakes!

The first to approach was unfamiliar. Still, he might’ve been someone she’d met - Featherpaw had the worst memory when it came to these things. As far as his pelt being dirtied, hers was in similar shape. There were dried patches of dirt and small twigs disrupting her otherwise smooth white pelt. But this individual also seemed a bit confused. He was looking around as if he didn’t know where she was. “Uh, hello, there!” She exclaimed hoping to both get his attention and sound friendly. She was relieved to hear that her own voice sounded much more cheery than she felt. “I’m Feather... paw?” Still unused to the name, that last part came out as more of a question. The she-cat hoped that didn’t cause him to suspect her of something shady. She decided to add a final, “Yep,” of confirmation just in case.

She didn’t recognize the next to arrive at first, at least until he echoed her name. Featherpaw’s posture suddenly became much more rigid as she met the other’s gaze. He definetly didn’t radiate ‘we missed you!’ or ‘we’re so happy to see you!’. Swallowing, she managed a hesitant smile that faded just as quickly when she realized... out of all cats (excluding her family), she should probably remember this tom’s name. He’d been assigned her mentor, for StarClan’s sake! But that day had been such a blur, then all that time had gone by.... And of course she’d forgotten. “Hey, Dawn...” Something like that, right? For the life of her, she couldn’t even begin to recall anything else and gave up. She hung her head, eyes on the ground. Her levels of embarrassment were the highest they’d ever been in her life. The feeling was strange, although the entire world seemed as if it had been turned upside-down lately. “I’m sorry. Really sorry.”

//thanks! c;

Featherpaw was already on edge as it was. After the disaster that was her rearrival, the she-cat had no sooner discovered more troubling news. Her siblings, the ones she’d felt so confident would be safe here, had also disappeared. She hadn’t seen Hawkclaw anywhere. And it was clear that Morningfrost - the only cat she still had a connection to - hated her guts.

She fought the urge to get his attention has she gathered amongst her clanmates. If he wasn’t going to accept her apology and call her pathetic, she wasn’t going to lay at his paws and beg him to forgive her. In the back of her mind, though, she knew he had every right to be angry.

Featherpaw wasn’t familiar with the cat Jasperstar was talking about, but she saw no reason to be upset or concerned by him leaving. That this could as easily have applied to her was the biggest thing on her mind. Sure, she’d been born here, but she’d left twice. The white-pelted she-cat found herself staring at her paws once more, unable to meet the eyes of Jaggedstar nor anyone who had spoken up thus far. As much as being followed around didn’t sound like fun, it’d be better than any alternative.

Featherpaw took a quick step backwards as he neared her, his body language speaking volumes as to how angry he was. But, she’d apologized! That was supposed to make everything better. He’s just being a jerk, she told herself as she watched him stalk away. She’d come back and this was how she was being welcomed. Pathetic. Hmph. “Maybe you could use a more memorable name,” she muttered under her breath.

It was then that she remembered there was someone else here as well. The she-cat looked up, ears perked, and forced another smile. She still wasn’t even sure whether he could see her. “It was nice meeting you,” she said hurriedly. Featherpaw had much more important things to do then argue with cats that must’ve been woken too early this morning. She needed to find her mother. Hawkclaw would know what to do.

//I’d be down!

Featherpaw, too, was not interested in being a medicine cat. What was so fun about picking plants and dealing with sick cats? Sounded boring and disgusting. But, as it was obvious she had nothing better to do, the she-cat made her way over. She made a point of seating herself away from Morningfrost, knowing full well she was acting like a kit. So what? She couldn’t bring herself to care anymore, instead focusing on the tom who was running this thing. “You eat a flower and it makes you all better. That’s all there is to it.” The white apprentice smiled at her own joke. There was obviously a lot more to it, and she could respect anyone who knew what that was. She didn’t.

Like Heathergaze, Featherpaw had been out for some alone time. She was finding she had a lot more of that now that her siblings weren’t around. How she missed Skunkpaw’s silly energy and Thinpaw’s awkward but endearing shyness.

When her ears picked up the distinct sounds of shouting, she was torn from her daydreaming. The apprentice looked up and her body went rigid. It wasn’t hard to spot the black and white tom sprinting across the moor, looking very obviously panicked.

By the time Featherpaw reached the scene, the medicine cat was there, too... oh, what was his name? Deciding to worry about that later, she turned her attention to the matter at paw. An injured clanmate. Right. “Is there anything I can do?” she panted, trying to catch her breath.

Clanmates were being injured left and right, leaving Featherpaw feeling as if she were walking on thin ice. What if something bad had happened to Hawkclaw, too? She couldn’t bring herself to think about it.

As if things couldn’t get any worse, Featherpaw then strolled past a sight that at first confused her. That familiar looking tom was crying over an apprentice... she glanced around, but no one else had seemed to have taken notice of them yet. What was going on?

The she-cat closed the remaining distance between her and the pair, her eyes widening upon seeing what was happening. “Oh, StarClan,” she hissed softly. Was he choking on something? Prey, perhaps? Seeing as her paws were rooted to the spot, Featherpaw could only watch Cowspots, as if waiting for him to do something. As if he could.

The smell of blood caught Featherpaw’s attention easily, especially since it had followed such a horrifying screech. She was luckier than most not to have some terrible, repressed memories attached to the scent - no, the smell of ashes and smoke were enough of that for her. But, even she wasn’t so dull as to ignore such an obvious sign of danger.

When the apprentice had tracked its source and was greeted by the sight of a bloodied clanmate and a mixing of scents, she tried to piece together what had taken place. He’d been attacked, probably. Obviously. It appeared he had plenty of help to get back to camp. Featherpaw forced herself not to focus on said help, and instead on Ivynose and the questions no one had yet spoken. “What happened? Who hurt you?” Not that Featherpaw could do much of anything about it. She just hated feeling useless in these types of situations.

//oh, yeah, thanks for the catch!