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Deerpaw ♀- tyro - petite long-legged fawn smoke with stunning copper eyes ( deerstep / jenny )

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tracking c: looks lovely

I'll be having Aurora going through some development soon so I'd love to immerse her more among the clan <3 She's open to just about everything so feel free to throw any ideas at me c:

Deerpaw missed her mom. It'd been some time since she'd been able to nap within her thick silver-blue fur she loved so much. She was envious of momma's beautiful rosetted pelt. Truth be told, she was envious of Jailbird in more ways than one. She admired her strength and valor, a naturally fearless dominant demeanor wafted from her powerful figure. And yet, she had created such a weakly and softhearted girl such as Deerpaw. Instead of filling fear into the hearts of enemies, she instilled a mocking gaze from those looking down upon Bloodclan for their ferocity.

Oh what she'd do to be like her mother. Speaking of the devil, once she had finished scouting for lavender the familiar frame of a guard came into view. "M-momma!" She called out meekly, velvety ears pinning to her skull as she made her way clumsily to her. "Look I found some some l-lavender near the Bloodhouse!"

[ VALESKA- sorry this was so late and crappy uwu ]

Small white mittens padded softly against the soil, stunning coppery gaze searching excitingly for herbs. Her petite fawn smoke figure moved fluidly and stealthily when no one was around, a new found confidence flooded her when it came to medicine. This, this is what she excelled in. The only thing she was good at. A keen eyesight was necessary for deciphering similar plants but instead of finding catmint, she found herself locking onto an unknown frame: young and small, like her. Paranoia crept into her mind for a second, what if it was a trap? But then again, what if it wasn't? Deerpaw wouldn't be able to live it down if she faced the same fate as many trespassers had because of her cowardly nature. Peaking from the dark and shadowy shrub, she approached the siamese gently, "W-what are you doing? This is Bloodclan terri-territory, they're going to find you!" The fawn smoke hissed softly, sharp eyes darting behind her cautiously.

[ orchidpaw i suck at starting threads, sorry uwu ]

i want to make an open thread to balance out two privates i made but i can't think of deerpaw in any setting besides something herb related uwu

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Deerpaw's development

01. Gets tortured by an enemy

02. Becoming calloused and spiteful, vengeful and doesn't know how to handle it

03. Her weak mind falls into an abusive relationship she's oblivious to

04. Something causes her to realize the abuse, having a complete change of heart

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bury a friend - billie eilish

[ why aren’t you scared of me? why do you care for me? / today i’m thinking about the things that are deadly, the way i’m drinking you down like i wanna drown, like i wanna end me ]

track c:

i’ll throw deerpaw in for fun, maybe after her development she’d be a better candidate c:

woke flakes the breakfast of champions

Dainty white mittens carried the small fawn molly forward, rosy pink nose high in search of catmint scent. Instead the startling coppery smell of blood flooded her senses, causing her to stumble and fall a few tail-lengths away from the forming group. Luckily for her stumble, cobwebs came into clear view from a low-hanging branch. Quickly Deerpaw snatched the bundle and made her way towards the giant somali. It took a single moment for her to calm her nerves at the sight of the crimson warm liquid. A Bloodclanner queasy at the sight of blood. She was no healer apprentice, much less a healer, but the mornings she spent among the Greenhouse with Waspwing were beginning to pay off. The deepest wound seemed to be on Wildsea’s flank, making haste to stop the gushing blood with the help of cobwebs if he would allow the molly to work on him. “W-what happened? I need to get more herbs and WASPWING. Can you two help me get him to the Greenhouse?” It was a funny thing to how her stutter and speech problems seemed to disappear when it came to healing.

Just a bit of courage had begun to make itself at home within Deerpaw, just enough for her to barely wander near the border until the rustling of another cat came to startle her. Timidly, she gazed forward from her hiding spot in a shadowy shrub. Her mind thought hard for a moment, the male looked awfully familiar. She thought to her strong mother for a moment and what’d she’d do rather than cower in fear. Stepping out of the shrub upon long elegant limbs, she eyed the tom with a sharp coppery gaze. “Who are you and what’s your business on Bloodclan territory.” Deerpaw managed to inquire without a single stutter, pride welling within her for a moment.

deer will be returning tortured soon c:

Weak. Pathetic. Cowardly. Not of true Bloodclan race.

She was tired of the whispers, of the murmurings that mocked her endlessly. The words rung within her head like a church bell, loud and demanding attention. They grew louder by the passing second. She needed to prove them wrong. Momma told her she'd grow big and strong like her one day. That her stature was because of her young age. Deerpaw didn't like inflicting pain on other's and much rather chose to heal them, was that so wrong?

In a world and setting such as Bloodclan, she couldn't be the farthest from terribly incorrect. Tears stung at the back of her coppery eyes as she ran aimlessly through the thick trees, the ringing seemed to dim slightly the further she strayed from her home until she arrived in a territory she'd never been before. Then again, she'd remained within the tight quarters of their territory her entire life. Unknowingly she found herself within the outskirts of deadly rogue territory. She found herself in a dangerous place to collapse onto the soil.

[ Dracarys my muse sucks right now ugh ! but if they could rough her up and sever her tail that'd be great c; a good scar across her left eye and breast bone would be great too ]

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