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WRENPAW | APPRENTICE OF SHADOWCLAN

OVERVIEW.

☾ wrenkit wrenpaw wrensomething | ''wren''

☾ named 'wren' for his fur colour

☾ cisgender male [ ♂ ] | he/him pronouns

☾ traditional shadowclan | apprentice

☾ nine months old | ages up at rper's discretion / realistic-ish

☾ created 25 august

☾ note: all actions/opinions are ic

☾ faceclaim: min yoongi [suga] from bts

☾ played by ephemeral.

IMPORTANT INFORMATION.

☾ "i don't need friends, they disappoint me"

☾ insomniac | constantly tired, sometimes overly so

☾ wants to be very powerful one day

RELATIONSHIPS.

☾ biromantic asexual | not looking | single

☾ [0] crushes | [0] maybe crushes

☾ platonic relationships are not easily formed with wrenpaw

☾ romantic relationships are very difficult to form

☾ morningfrost [windclan] xx calmamber [shadowclan]

☾ sister named lavenderpaw [windclan], who he was separated from soon after birth

☾ hates tansyface ngl

APPEARANCE / AESTHETIC.

☾ [CURRENT BODY:] brown rosetted short-haired tabby; golden eyes

↳ wrenpaw is a brown rosetted tabby with beautiful golden eyes that almost blend into his fur colour. he is only a tad smaller than the normal size for a feline his age with a lithe body and a long tail. his fur is short but it is fairly thick and can keep him somewhat warm in the colder seasons. his frame is very light, making it possible for him to skim across the ground and not make a sound, like he is floating.

— INJURIES/ILLNESSES: everyday wear and tear

PERSONALITY.

☾ slytherin | candor | mbti tba

☾ [POSITIVE TRAITS] social, observant, cunning, ambitious, hardworking, curious

☾ [NEGATIVE TRAITS] secretive, irritable, stubborn, blunt

↳ wrenpaw often seems like a stereotypical shadowclan cat upon first meeting him: pretty icy, mysterious, cunning, and slightly intimidating (well, that's what he thinks, and what he tries to be). he's quite social but would prefer to remain silent and listen in on conversations or just observe everything that's happening. he has a short temper and is easily set off by the tiniest things. he has some sense of extreme curiosity, always wanting to know what's going on and anything else that's happening. [personality will be developed more as he grows].

— DISORDERS: n/a

INTERACTION / CONFRONTATION.

☾ easy difficulty

☾ might start fights / will show mercy depending on situation / will not run

☾ feel free to powerplay peaceful actions

☾ attack in #ffffff and mention frecklekit .

The small tom wasn't one for much social interaction, having mostly kept to himself - aside from the times he played hide and seek with the other kits, although those games had grown few and far between - for the four moons he'd been alive. Wrenkit, as he was called, was still getting used to eating solid food, which was why he was currently pawing at the prey that was in the freshkill pile, searching for something that seemed even the slightest bit appetizing. His face twisted with disgust as his paw brushed a frog, letting out an involuntary squeak. Why did they eat frogs, again? They were gross! Despite the air of maturity that Wrenkit tried to keep about him, even he lost his cool when faced with something he did not like. FOr him, that was frogs. Slimy, gross, frogs.

Shoving the frog to the side, Wrenkit dragged a large mouse from the pile, turning it over with his paws and feeling satisfaction roll over him: This would do quite nicely, it was probably the best he'd get for a while. He grabbed at the tail of the mouse, beginning to pull it across camp so he could eat it outside of the nursery. However, he was having a bit of trouble, his tail lashing angrily as he slowly lugged the mouse over the ground, heading towards the nursery slower than a turtle.

"speaking" / thoughts / tags

A voice cut into Wrenkit's thoughts as Ratstar approached him, dropping the mouse and raising his eyes to look at the leader. She inquired if he was having troubles, Wrenkit pursing his lips as he stared up at her. "I'm not big enough to lug it around yet," he stated plainly, glancing down at the mouse. He seemed a bit peeved that his troubles had been noticed, unable to carry around a simple mouse. His tail lashed once, eyes narrowing slightly as he then turned his eyes onto Ratstar again. "I can get it, though. I'm just dragging it to the nursery, I don't need any help taking it there. It's not far," Wrenkit insisted, grabbing the mouse again and beginning to drag it away.

"speaking" / thoughts / tags

Funny that Morningfrost should be thinking of Wrenkit, as who else would it be wandering on the ShadowClan side of the border but little Wrenkit. He was one to often try and sneak out of camp- sometimes he was caught, sometimes he managed to get out and would roam the swamps at his leisure, usually until a warrior stumbled upon him and, after a lecture, bring him back to camp, where he'd recieve another lecture.

Truth be told, Wrenkit didn't like sitting around in camp, playing mossball with the other kits. Most, if not all, kits felt a tug towards exploring outside of camp, but Wrenkit seemed to feel a bigger pull towards the swamps that surrounded the camp. He also felt the wide, open moor calling him, the land where Lavenderkir had apparently been whisked off to. He'd been given a brief explanation of where his sister had disappeared to, of course, but it wasn't very informative. She'd been taken to WindClan by their father, that was all he'd been told.

He was curious of this land where the wind wildly blew over the ground, creeping closer to the border. His nose twitched at the odd scent of ShadowClan and WindClan border markers mixing, sticking his tongue out with disgust. Maybe because he was so focused on the weird mixing of smells was why he didn't notice when pawsteps started walking towards him. He glanced up as they got closer, however, backing away from the border when the larger shape of a WindClan warrior came into view. He didn't want word of him being out of camp getting back to Ratstar, he needed to leave as soon as possible. It wasn't possible, though: Unless the cat was blind, he'd clearly see Wrenkit's small legs trying to take him away from the border.

"speaking" / thoughts / tags

The call of his name drifting over to him on the wind made Wrenkit perk up, frowning deeply as the WindClan cat walked towards him. How does he knew my name? Wrenkit thought, studying the cat closely as he approached. It wasn't a good sign that the other knew his name, didn't that mean that he could tell Ratstar exactly what kit had been out of camp, wandering near the WindClan border? "Who are you?" he asked the warrior, eyes narrowing slightly. He felt some sense of similarity to him, but Wrenkit just couldn't put his paw on it. "Why do you know my name? You're a WindClanner, not a ShadowClanner." Had Lavenderkit been talking about her brother during her time in WindClan? Even if she was avidly talking about him, how would they knew exactly what he looked like? Wrenkit's fur was bristling without him even realizing it, this little kit on the defensive.

"speaking" / thoughts / tags

Of all the WindClanners that Wrenkit might have thought to meet, stumbling upon his father on a day when he'd simply snuck out of camp wasn't something he would've thought would happen. Wrenkit regarded Morningfrost with a neutral look, the only way to tell that he was trying to process this new information would be to look at his eyes, appearing almost contemplative. "You're my dad?" he clarified, his bristled fur seeming to smooth. Any cat could have claimed that, just because this warrior said that he was Wrenkit's dad didn't mean that he really was. "Really? You're the one who took Lavenderkit?" That was something that made Wrenkit feel a twinge of resentment towards Morningfrost, the splitting of himself and his sister, but it did only seem fair for each parent to have one kid.

"speaking" / thoughts / tags

The storm that was brewing seemed to be having the opposite effect on Wrenkit that it was having on the other ShadowClan cats. While everyone else was staring at the strange hole in the sky with fear and worry, Wrenkit was sat outside the trembling nursery and staring at the clouds with curiosity and wonder. He wasn't rushing around camp, trying to organize everything so the storm wouldn't blow it away, he seemed to almost be in a trance. He did, however, move away from the nursery as its walls began to shake even more- it didn't seem like it'd survive these high winds. I'm not going to have a place to sleep in tonight, I guess, he thought, almost apathetically, although his mouth was curved into a frown as that occurred to him.

"speaking" / thoughts / tags

( fuuuck sorry this is so late. )

Wrenkit wasn't a troublemaker, either, except his reason for a clean reputation was just that he never really felt like running amok and causing trouble for everyone in the Clan. Sure, he loved to sneak out of camp - it was how he'd met Morningfrost, so why wouldn't he continue to do it? - but no one knew about that, and he never intended for anyone to figure it out. His own father wouldn't tattle on him to Ratstar, would he? Probably not unless Wrenkit got hurt.

Golden eyes regard Palekit almost apathetically. The two of them were two of the only kits in ShadowClan right now, something that made Wrenkit feel a small sense of importance. Shouldn't he be worried about how having no kits would work out? That meant no apprentices, which meant no warriors, which meant no ShadowClan. "An adventure?" Wrenkit echoed, tail twitching. Ah, he had nothing to do. "What kind of adventure?" Who knows, maybe it'd be fun?

"speaking" / thoughts / tags

( basically just a 'return to activity' post lmao. )

The chill that'd settled in the air has proved to be a little too much for Wrenkit, as he'd swiftly fallen ill as the seasons changed from greenleaf to leaffall, the leaves turning brown, gold, and red and beginning to fall from their place and onto the ground. It wasn't anything life-threatening, but you could never know, especially when it was a kit who was sick. Wrenkit never did much in the first place, but one thing that was noticeable was that he could usually never fall asleep. With the cold in his system, Wrenkit had mostly slept his days away, getting annoyed with coughing and sneezing whenever he was awake. He'd begun to feel a lot better over the past few days, and today was the day he walked out into camp, tail twitching excitedly.

Not being one to jump about and screech about how much better he was feeling, Wrenkit decided to just go and make himself at home outside of the nursery, twisting and turning when he took a seat in order to smooth down his ruffled, stale-smelling fur. He hadn't been outside in what felt like forever, honestly. He couldn't even help the wide, happy grin that spread across his maw.

"speaking" / thoughts /

The boy lifted his head when he heard someone talking to him, eyes regarding Rose almost coldly. He didn't recognize this tom, had he been brought into the Clan while Wrenkit had been asleep? Not responding right away, Wrenkit allowed his eyes to do a once-over of Rose, studying the warrior for a couple of seconds. Maybe the silence that caused was a bit uncomfortable, but Wrenkit liked to know who he was dealing with. "Yes, my name is Wrenkit." he finally responded to Rose, confidently meeting the older's eyes. "I've been sick," he explained curtly, "So I don't think we've met. Who're you? Have you joined ShadowClan?" Wrenkit almost seemed hostile, with his icy tones and barrage of questions, but he just wanted to know.

"speaking" / thoughts / tags

"does anyone wanna race me? i bet i'm faster than most of you!"

well, seemed like wrenkit had entered that phase of kithood where he felt competitive, like he could do anything better than the other cats in shadowclan. yeah, he wasn't the most humble right now, he was probably thinking he was above the whole world.

it wasn't like wrenkit was slow, grossly over-exaggerating his skills and how fast he could go. with his thin, light frame, he could actually run fairly fast, as long as he didn't sit around all day and eat all day. use it or lose it, he guessed. his long tail twitched as he excitedly moved around in a circle, as if he was about to lie down; even if no one wanted to race him, the kit had an unnatural amount of energy today. for some reason, he'd been able to get a good amount of sleep last night, after so many nights where he went with very little. today, his eyes were brighter, an extra bound in his step.

if sleeping made him feel this giddy, he could probably try to get more. but he liked the night, and honestly, he didn't think it'd be that easy as it was last night. he just couldn't keep his eyes closed, always forcing themselves open no matter how tired he was.

he felt a bit like a windclan cat: he'd fallen asleep out in the middle of camp a few nights now, trying to stare at the stars for hours until he finally passed out.

sometimes kits weren't exactly allowed to sit in on the meetings - hence the 'old enough to catch their own prey' statement - but wrenkit felt that he was old enough. he could catch his own prey if he wanted to! the rosetted tabby had padded out of the nursery eagerly, deciding to just take a seat right outside of the entrance- just in case he needed to go back inside the den very quickly. what if he was told to? he'd have to make a quick escape, then. golden eyes stared upwards towards the she-cat stood above the other shadowclan cats, preparing to do the needed ceremonies and discuss any business items.

curiosity was inborn in wrenkit, the small boy poking his head out of the nursery to observe what was happening. tansyface, she looked awful. beyond horrible. it wasn't that she'd been torn to pieces, but wrenkit knew a malnourished cat when he was looking at one. what had happened to her while she was gone? maw twisting into a small frown, wrenkit thought it best to not approach and ask about that. he didn't want to cause her any distress, after all; even if she seemed to calmly be pointing everything out to icefeather, who seemed much more worried than tansyface. wasn't the latter in any pain at all? his long tail swished from side to side as he kept watching the scene, letting out a soft huff.

maybe i can ask if they need help, wrenkit considered, the kit drawing out of the nursery to walk towards the cats crowding around tansyface. "icefeather," he called almost cautiously, "do you need any help? i can get you something. if needed, i mean." he told her, albeit a bit awkwardly. would tansyface need herbs? well, she had a few wounds at least, although wrenkit had heard her say that nothing was fresh. but wrenkit knew that there were some type of infections that could set in, what if she had something like that? a small frown still present on his face as he warily studied tansyface.

"can i get one?" the boy would ask, approaching sorrelfire and peering up at her. wrenkit had been awake for a while, having been up before the sun. he hadn't even fallen asleep early, either; he probably should feel a lot more tired than he did. he didn't know what kind of task could be given to him, since he was restricted to camp- even though that didn't stop him from leaving whenever he saw the opportunity. "even if it's just cleaning the dens or something, i guess." he added, although his nose wrinkled at the thought of having to clear out all of the dens by himself. ew.