Posts by Lightpaw...

❋ The clumsy apprentices pride deflated like a balloon her eyes clouded with disappointment at the meddie apprentice commenting on her accident. See, now even the medicine cat thinks you're "odd". Cats are going to think theres something wrong with you! Was there something wrong with her? "Uh... what... what do you mean?" she mewed softly. "I just got a bit dizzy, is all..." She glanced up at Shadepaw again, worried that he'd not want to be around her anymore.

❋ Large, starstruck minty green orbs watched intently as the young kit frolicked and played, such a carefree and joyful sight to see given the terrible burden that had just been laid on his tiny shoulders. To be so resilient, so strong, at such a young age was astounding to the small apprentice. Lightpaw was more than happy to have him in their home, he brought a renewed sense of life to the clan. She grimaced at the sight of him splashing in the mud, soggy dirt and murky water splashing over him and caking in his long tabby fur. Who would be cleaning that mess, with no mother to speak of she couldn't help but wonder. Along came Pumpkinstrut to check in, of course- she always had a watchful eye over her clanmates-thats what made her a great deputy. The woolly furred she cat sat a safe distance away to avoid being splashed herself- starclan knew it would be a trial and a half to get her fur clean! "speech"

//Lightpaw hiding in the bushes to check out Stormchaser lol

OCEANHAWK.

Content warning for addictive tendencies

❋ Up until this point in her life, Lightpaw had been quite content to spend most of her time alone, keeping to herself, hiding in the background. Then her apprentice ceremony changed everything, and the realization that one day she was going to be a warrior, engaging in battle and serving her clan. How could such a timid, weak, scaredy mouse like her have anything to offer?

She was plagued by worry, day and night, every attempt to interact with her clanmates or do something productive ended in crushing failure. Some days, she couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, could barely make eye contact with any of her clanmates. She was certain that Whiteheart had given up on her, she must be impossible to train when he has to put all of his time and effort into "bringing her out of her shell."

He had suggested she see the medicine cats for something to calm her nerves, as she had time and again for insomnia when she was up all hours of the night with fitful dreams. She appeared in the entrance to the medicine cat's quarters, peering into the dimly lit den nervously. By now she was familiar enough with them, and they her, they probably had her own personal store of thyme and poppyseeds set aside just in case. "Hello?" She called. She could hear someone rummaging around in the back.

❋ As frog bounded and splashed, Lightpaw was surprised to see Briarheart join him in his juvenile display. The young molly watched in amusement, enjoying the bizarre spectacle of one of their senior warriors behaving like a kit. It made her long for the confidence to run in and join in on the fun, to laugh and play and act silly without worrying what any cat thought. That is, until, the decidedly larger cat landed heavily in a particularly deep puddle sending a wave of dark water over the apprentice's woolly coat. She gasped, horrified for a brief moment. Oh, man, your fur! Its gonna take forever to groom. "speech"

So Lightbaby recently told Whiteheart that you were her friend but she doesnt think you actually like her (she thinks nobody likes her) So maybe a thread where she is awkwardly trying to interact with Val and Val being like... what are you doing? Lol

❋ The fluffy molly was in the middle of grooming her thick, unruly curls when she heard her mentors call. She didnt like to admit it, but she had been so excited for training today that she had been up forever already, she just didnt want to appear overeager. She sprung to her feet and scrambled out of the apprentices den to where Whiteheart and the others were waiting. Her cheerful disposition faltered somewhat as she met the gazes of a couple of less familiar apprentices, but she didnt cower away as one would expect, instead drawing a little closer to the great white warrior for comfort, glancing up at him for reassurance. At Briarheart's mention of a hunting patrol, she perked up again; white her small stature and tiny, nimble paws, she was good at stalking and being quiet, assuming her fur didnt get snarled on any brambles. "speech"

you can if you like

❋ The fluffy apprentice suffered in green leaf. Her dense, woolly coat magnified the heat ten fold and even getting wet generally did nothing. She was lying, semi comatose, in the shade beneath some cool ferns trying to keep as cool as possible when she heard Briarheart call her name in a way that made her fur stand on end. The normally somewhat aggressive she cat sounded angry, with her! What had she done to irritate the warrior? Many possibilities raced through the anxious she-cat mind and she scrabbled to her feet and padded briskly out into the camp. She kept her eyes low, not wanting to meet Briarheart's stern gaze for fear she was in trouble. "Y...yes, Br... Briarheart?" She mewed quietly, chancing a glance up at the molly, trying to look as small and pitiful as possible in an attempt to appear the the warrior's better nature.

❋ "No, dont worry, nothing like that..." She began, avoiding eye contact. "I'm having a hard time in my warrior training, I can barely make eye contact or answer questions some days..." She shuffled a small White paw in the dust. "I was wondering if maybe... you had anything I could take to, you know, calm my nerves? Please, Oceanpaw? I'm never going to be a warrior if I dont." The woolly she cat had a pleading, almost desperate edge to her mewl. She knew the medicinal herbs had helped her before, thyme... poppyseeds...chamomile... juniper... And she liked who she was a little bit more with every dose. She could think more clearly, breath more easily, be a better apprentice, enjoy her life more. She just needed a little but more.

❋ Lightlaw pinned her ears at Juniperkit's harsh words. She wanted to scold the younger molly, but felt it would be inappropriate with her parents nearby and didnt want to overstep so instead she just averted her gaze, not wanting to draw any attention to herself. "speech"

❋ Lightpaw glanced down at herself, soaking wet and dirty, and gave a heavy sigh. She resigned herself to the fact that she was already going to spend half the afternoon grooming herself she may as well make it worthwhile. With a small joyful squeal, she leaped into the air, plunging into the puddle and sending tidal waves of murky brown soup every which way, frolicking and bounding and giggling she went, for once in her life not giving a second thought to onlookers. She was having too much fun, and if Briarheart could do it, so could she! "speech"

❋ With the help of some medicinal herbs from the medicine den, Lightpaw was sleeping much better recently. She was certainly less frazzled on a good nights sleep, and the secondary calming effects of the plants left her feeling more grounded and less anxious as well. She heard rustling and blinked open her wide, seafoam green eyes in time to see the calico tail end of Valentinepaw exiting the den. She tilted her head curiously and rose to her paws after her denmate. "Is... is everything alright?" She mewed. Valentine seemed fine, but the perpetually restless apprentice was all too familiar with insomnia, if that was the issue, and was there to talk.

❋ Her concerned gaze turned wide with alarm as she realized Briarheart meant for her to follow. She jerked forward abruptly and pattered after the warrior femme, her short stubby legs struggling to match the older she cat's pace. Whiteheart sent her to give you a lesson on being more confident. This must be the last straw-if you fail at this he'll give up on you for sure. The curly furred apprentice winced at her own intrusive thoughts and scampered on out I to the forest without a word. "speech"

//I have zero muse rn but tracking and CONGRATS BRIAR

❋ Lightpaw peered around the nursery den, her starstruck seafoam green eyes wary but shining with curiousity. The young apprentice really liked kits, and could be somewhat of a mother hen. This was a side effect of her perpetual nervousness, for she was always fretting and worrying they might get hurt. Plus, they were so very cute. "Hello..." She mewed softly to the kits, offering a small but somewhat forced smile. What could Whiteheart have in store for her today?

❋ Lightpaw nodded, sharing her denmates woes. "Dont worry, I never seem to be able to sleep either. " She wasnt sure what else to say, sp she just sat beside the other molly awkwardly in silence, looking up at thew night sky the starlight dazzling in her eyes. This was nice, not feeling any pressure to perform socially. Just being with a friend and enjoying each other's company was God's enough for her, though she feared the calico molly would get uncomfortable soon.

//bump

❋ Lightpaw listened in on her denmates' conversation, not feeling bold enough to add anything but enjoying the banter nonetheless. There seemed to be a surplus of bodies in the apprentices den lately, and with it came the expectation of her to make frie ds and socialize. Despite this, her fear of rejection made her too nervous to pr herself out there. They wont like you anyway. You're too awkward and boring, if you bathe into their conversation they're going to think you're rude. "speech"