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Post by Jingle on Apr 6, 2019 18:08:21 GMT -5
Komodopaw | ♂| 6 moons | Erebokinesis [ Camp | Early morning] For a while, the dream-like state had taken over Komodopaw. The recently made apprentice could envision himself exploring the vast, unknown lands of his home. Most of the features consisted of locations similar to the camp but exaggerated to its extremes. He could envision thousands of trees with vines twisting in gnarly shapes creating a twisted forest of its own breed. Tunnels racing along the ground allowing for ease of travel, and caves hidden in hidden dips and corners. The tall boulders almost felt like mountains creating a unique challenge in and of itself demanding to be climbed. The excitement of his creations seemed to cause another reality to form a bit too real for his liking.
It started off with small voices that became louder and clearer with time. One of these voices came into clear shape: a sand-colored tom. He recognized that to be one of his older brothers, Canarypaw. The latter did not have as much of a shape, but her voice was as clear as day since he could tell it was Moonpaw. Now, he did not know too much about Moonpaw, but based off of daily episodes, it was clear that Canarypaw and Moonpaw were not the best of friends. The noise was enough to cause Komodopaw to faze out of his mind, but he kept his eyes squeeze tight in order to return. There was still more that he wanted to see, and truth be told, he felt he needed more sleep. His previous excitement about what his training could entail had cause him to head to bed later than normal, and now, he wasn't ready to get up.
As the event continued, there was a part of Komodopaw that wanted to get involved. If he was being honest, it was more because he was being nosey. After all, some drama was rather exciting, but if it was not for his stubbornness for a peaceful rest, he would have been having front row seats and encouraging his brother’s ego more most likely ticking off Moonpaw. When it was clear he would lose this fight, he started to raise his head when the climax of their little fight came to an abrupt hilt and a verbal speech was unreleased towards the two apprentices. He was not sure what started it, but he knew he was glad that it was not directed towards him. His thoughts began to change when the following words came forth.
“Is Komodopaw awake?”
Eyes seem to grow a bit wide as he could see the leader, Clearstar, speaking to Leopardpaw and Spottedpaw. He realized that he must have been so distracted listening to what would happen next that he did not hear Clearstar approach. It was embarrassing that the leader felt the need to come and wake him. It did not help that she could probably see his dark shape still stubbornly in his nest. It appeared that she was not here to give him some unknown punishment as she mentioned their mentors and taking him with them. He remembered his own mentor, Ravenflight. From the sounds of it, it looked like there would be even more excitement and one that would involve less bickering. The tom leapt to his paws not bothering to groom himself. He knew that he looked a mess of black fur and he was positive that some evidence of his nesting was clear, but who had time for that when they could learn cool things like how to use their powers? “I’m up!" he replied and scanned the area for Ravenflight.
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Apr 7, 2019 19:46:13 GMT -5
smokekit | ♂ | 2.5 moons | pyrokinesis [ camp - nursery | early morning ] Smokekit couldn't help the excited purr that rumbled in his chest at the mention of honeysuckle being sweet. Then Bluefeather agreed that he and Flamekit could go run around camp. Grinning, Smokekit's tail lashed back and forth behind him.
"Awesome! Thank you mama!" The small tom meowed loudly. Gently grabbing the honeysuckly in his maw, the long-haired gray tom bounded out of the nursery, expecting his brother to be right behind him. At the moment, Canarypaw and Moonpaw were being chewed out by their mentors - Smokekit felt a rumble of a laugh bubble up into his chest. How funny it was, that even a kit barely old enough to get around camp knew the complete chaos that was having Canarypaw and Moonpaw in the apprentice den together.
In mere moments, Smokekit was halfway across the perimeter of camp, his long fur bright in the early morning sun. He could still smell the acrid tang of smoke of Moonpaw's attempt at an attack on the elder apprentice. ⋆ ɑetɧeɾ « lilypaw | ♀ | 7 moons | hydrokinesis [ camp - apprentice den | early morning ] When Lilypaw was very rudely awakened by Canarypaw's voice echoing through the apprentice den, she very much related to Moonpaw's instant reaction of wanting to fight him - rather, Lilypaw wanted to drown the tom. She could tell that Vinepaw and Silentpaw felt much the same as she did, because a soft glow had already started crawling up Vinepaw's legs when Teakwhisker and Palmchill stalked across camp to reprimand their apprentices. It was only with small hums from Silentpaw that the elder of the three apprentices was able to calm down and dampen their power.
"By the Ebbing warriors, could Canarypaw be any more infuriating?" Lilypaw hissed, her bright green eyes trained on the elder tom in frustration.
"If he was, I might follow Moonpaw's lead and attack him myself. Honestly, they're lucky their mentors got their. I was about to blind the both of them, the brats," was Vinepaw's response. Lilypaw didn't doubt their threat - the fluffy apprentice was adept at the beaming part of their powers. Despite the difficultly level that Lilypaw knew beaming was at, Vinepaw had taken to that specific ability quickly.
Silentpaw, as always, remained quiet - rarely more than a hum left the lean gray-white cat. The three apprentices sat huddled together outside the apprentice den, their eyes on the warring apprentice pair and their respective mentors. Silently, they monitored the interaction, watching in anticipation. What would Canarypaw and Moonpaw's punishment be? And, more importantly, what were each of their individual duties for the day? It was an apprentice's duty to be ready for their chores, and these three were no exception. Sand & ⋆ ɑetɧeɾ «
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Apr 10, 2019 19:26:39 GMT -5
Wasppaw | ♀ | 9 Moons | Erebokinesis [ Camp - Apprentice Den | Early Morning ] A wad of gray fur balled itself up in the corner of the boulder. Wasppaw's nest was warm, insulated by her mass of fluff and her positioning. Normally, it was very secure and comforting. This was not the case when there was chittering, complaining cats just tail-lengths away. At first, only her ears flicked in annoyance. Then, she rose her head, wondering if a glare at the offenders might make them at least lower their voices. But it appeared she was not in eyeshot. She lashed her tail, waiting impatiently for them to stop. Wasppaw rolled her eyes with a growl only a moment later. "By the Fallen, would you shut up or what?" Her nose wrinkled. She cared not if her tone was unnecesary. For the prickly apprentice, it was them being rude and unreasonable. Why, it must only be dawn! Wasppaw was going to milk whatever time she had left with her comfy corner. "You all are infuriating. So put a mouse in it!"
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Apr 10, 2019 19:52:44 GMT -5
vinepaw | X | 9 moons | photokinesis [ camp - clearing | early morning ] It took a single moment for Vinepaw to notice their sister, Wasppaw. Ebbing warriors bless her, Wasppaw's name suited her so well that sometimes Vinepaw wondered if their parents had waited until her personality arose to name her.
"Morning, Wasppaw. Sorry to disturb you. We were just watching the latest showdown between Canarypaw and Moonpaw. Think they'll ever actually use their powers on each other?" Vinepaw knew that they often practiced using their powers in mock fights - but this was different. Sometimes, they really though Canarypaw and Moonpaw wanted to kill each other. Ebbing warriors forbid, they hoped they were never the cat caught out alone with the two. They might just kill the two themselves.
Of course, anyone who know Vinepaw knew what they thought of the two warring apprentices. Vinepaw always spoke their mind, regardless of how much it hurt. Even Turtlepaw had once made the remark that Vinepaw should have been named more like their sister.
"You all want to see if we could get a patrol going? Maybe get some hunting done before Canarypaw and Moonpaw wake the whole island?" the elder apprentice asked, turning their head between their sister and the two younger apprentices at their side. Lilypaw and Silentpaw nodded their heads, and the three turned in unison to look at Wasppaw. Erιѕ Alvα
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Post by blip on Apr 10, 2019 23:40:51 GMT -5
Rabbitleap | ♂ | 17 moons
| Geokenisis
[ Camp -- Warrior's Den | Early Morning ]
The ground of the warriors den still felt foreign to Rabbitleap. He felt almost wrong, laying his head and resting in the place only sunrises ago he would have been lightly scolded for entering unannounced. Even his new name felt so different from his apprentice identity. He wondered if the transition was this strange for the other young warriors in camp.
His fur rippled with unease and Rabbitleap opened his eyes, scanning the walls of his new den. The move from the nursery to the apprentices den didn't feel like this. Something was far, far different from that time. A weight, a presence, pressed down on him that Rabbitleap couldn't explain. It felt nervous, scared, excited, stressed and delighted all at once and it made his head spin if thought about for too long.
Even as he pressed through the entrance of the den it weighed him down more than he could have ever expected it to. A knot formed in his throat-- as it had since the night he truly became a warrior-- and he froze outside the entrance. Unable to fully swallow the mornings nervousness, he tucked his paws close and he sat at the front of the warrior's den, wrapping his tail around them. He scanned the camp, watching the mornings events take place. Besides his budding anxiousness, everything else seemed familiar, especially with the normal routines of day to day clan life taking place around him. And the tail end of the usual clash between two certain apprentices. He would call it a record, but Rabbitleap had been in the apprentices den long enough to see them fight in less time than this early in the morning.
Rabbitleap took a deep breath, turning his focus away from the excitement. The nerves were obvious in his face and body. He just needed a few moments to relax before starting the day. Just a few.
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Post by Tealraven on Apr 13, 2019 20:04:57 GMT -5
Conurehop | ♂ | 22 moons | Geokinesis [ camp clearing | early morning ] Conurehop was always among the first cats to stir each morning. In the hours before the sun was up, the forest around the camp began to sparkle with life. Exotic bird calls echoed through the trees as the island's inhabitants awoke. A tropical breeze that carried the distant, familiar scents of sand and sea ruffled her creamy-ginger fur. At this time of day, the air was cool and refreshing, but slightly heavy, as if promising the humid afternoon heat that was still to come. It was invigorating, and it touched every one of her senses.
She was alive and awake. Conurehop had always felt that the night was too long and too dark, and sleep was a necessary inconvenience. There were so many things she could be doing instead! So this morning, as she did every day, she rose with the sun, eager to get out and start the day. She didn't want to miss a minute of what life had to offer her.
This time, however, she was not the only one up. The camp was already starting to buzz with mews as more cats came slipping from the shadows, yawning and blinking in the sunlight. Most of the noise was coming from the general area of the apprentices' den. No doubt Canarypaw and Moonpaw were at the center of it. She smiled fondly, recalling how excited she'd been each day to explore and learn. She still was, actually. In a way, Conurehop was an overgrown apprentice, continually fascinated with life. Except, once you became a warrior, you had more responsibilities and were thus expected to act your age. You had to take your duties seriously and set an example for the younger cats in the Clan.
Conurehop thought she took her duties pretty seriously. There was always work to be done, and she liked being busy. It gave her a feeling of accomplishment! Like she could be useful to her Clanmates (instead of being overly-excited about small things and getting in the way)! Normally, she would be the first to volunteer for a patrol, but if the growing crowd around Clearstar was any indication, the warriors and their apprentices had that taken care of. They would ensure the young, the old, and the denmothers were fed first, so Conurehop felt no guilt over taking her breakfast now.
She breathed in deeply, a chill tingling down her spine and out to the end of her tail. After arching her back in a luxurious stretch and shaking the sleep from her paws, she bounded over to the freshkill pile to select a meal. "Hello, Wavedapple!" She called to the molly sitting nearby. Wavedapple was also a fairly young warrior, like her, so they had that in common. She picked up a small island bird and padded over to join her. "It's morning! Isn't that wonderful?" She settled herself beside Wavedapple, completely unaware that she had disrupted the other cat's peaceful breakfast. "I love mornings. They're so full of promise and excitement, heralding in a new day of new experiences. Every day is different you know," she chattered on, tearing a bite from the bird's breast. "I can't wait to see what this day holds! Who knows what'll happen--" She stopped abruptly, realizing she was talking too much. Again. "Oh, sorry about that. How did you spend your morning, Wavedapple?" She asked, softening to her voice to a tone of polite curiosity.
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Typhoonsnarl | ♂ | 52 moons | Hydrokinesis [ camp - warrior's den | early morning ] Across the clearing, tucked into the warrior's den, a smoky black tomcat was still curled into his nest, slumbering away. He wasn't sure what it was that woke him. Perhaps it was the inexplicable feeling of the emptiness around him; somehow he could sense the other warriors had already gotten up and left without having to open his eyes. Similar to how one could sense somebody was behind them or watching them, without having to turn around.
Or maybe, he reflected grumpily, lifting his head and peering over the edge of his nest, it's all the noise. He sat up slowly, eyes squinted against the light pouring in through the opening to the warrior's den. As he waited for his vision to adjust, his rambling half-asleep train of thought was interrupted by a commotion outside the apprentices' den. Typhoonsnarl huffed irritably and climbed out of his nest, stretching and blinking cobwebs of sleep from his eyes.
He could never understand why all this noise was necessary. It would be far more time-efficient if borders could be marked and the freshkill pile could be stocked without all of the forced conversations and awkward small talk. But maybe conversations were merely forced on him, and it was Typhoonsnarl who made everything awkward. The lack of cats wanting to talk with him was probably, like most things, his fault.
As he ducked outside, he was assaulted with the full impact of the excitement going on several tail-lengths away. It was brighter out here, too. He flattened his ears, unable to hide his irritation. Can't they be excited quietly? His features arranged themselves into his default expression: a scowl tugging the corners of his mouth down, his golden eyes glittering imperiously. The tall black warrior was intimidating without even trying to be, and always looked slightly uncomfortable or worried regardless of the situation.
This did not help with talking to other cats.
He was surprised to note that he wasn't the only one put off by the early morning busyness of TidalClan. Sitting just a few inches to his left, forehead wrinkled anxiously, was one of the younger warriors. Rabbitleap? Typhoonsnarl only knew his name because of his warrior ceremony a few days ago. Typhoonsnarl hadn't spoken to him since then, other than to quietly give congratulations, but that was normal -- Typhoonsnarl didn't really speak to anybody. But he could tell the other tom was rattled. This was one of the few good things about Typhoonsnarl: he was observant.
"Hey," he mewed gruffly, sidling up to Rabbitleap. He kept a respectful distance and didn't make eye contact, not wanting to intrude on the other cat's personal space. "Busy day, isn't it," he remarked, letting his gaze roam over the camp, taking everything in. "It all looks different once you leave the apprentices' den."
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Post by Sand on Apr 15, 2019 10:08:11 GMT -5
[[ will put up a starter or two for my other characters soon ]]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 15, 2019 10:37:57 GMT -5
Sorry it took so long but here are my starters! Life ended up happening extra hard this past weekend, but I'm here and excited to roleplay with everyone Lilyecho is still open for a mate if anyone's interested, but I don't mind giving her some sort of heart breaking back story if no one would like to [those are my speciality XD] but I would love for some people to roleplay her eventual kits if you'd like to Lilyecho | ♀ | 28 moons old | Erebokinesis [ Nursery | Early morning ]
Morning, as it had an awful habit of doing to the sleep deprived, came far too early for Lilyecho. Her eyes blinking open as a yawn parted her lips, the nursery was still filled with the muffled snores of her denmates, filling the very expectant shecat with the temptation to follow suit. But it seemed life had a different plan for her that morning. The calico shecat was tucked comfortably in the furthest corner of the nursery. Despite the crowded nature of the den, Lilyecho had always been talented at tucking herself out of the way of others, even disregarding her powers. Alone was where she tended to be the most comfortable, but that was something she would soon have to forget. Her kits were due in a matter of days, and for the next few moons privacy and peace would feel like little more than a distant memory. Lowering her head to rasp a pink tongue across the very rounded swell of her stomach, twitching her whiskers in quiet amusement at the sensation of kicking her gesture brought. A feeling that brought to mind another, the hunger that made her stomach growl like an angered and ferocious badger. Normally the shecat would have waited until her denmates at least had the chance to get something to eat, but this morning the famished feeling was particularly bitter, and she chose for once to be a little selfish. Pulling herself to her paws with a flick of her tail, the gesture made especially difficult given the notable roundness she carried with her. Weaving carefully through her sleeping clanmates until she pulled free of the nursery's confines, and into the dim light of early morning TidalClan. Stretching out, she looked around shyly, hoping to go as unnoticed as possible. Though for now she didn't instil her powers, it was a waste of energy that she currently wasn't blessed with. Instead, she approached the fresh kill pile in silence. Eyes narrowed and fixed on her destination, and praying for privacy from prying eyes. On arrival, she was presented with the usual plethora of fish, a norm of day to day life given the situation of their clan. And her tongue rasped across her lips at the sight of a particularly delicous looking fish, that she carefully pulled out for herself. Then hesitating as she cast her gaze across the rest of the pile, reckoning it was the least she could do to bring her denmates something. And chose a further pair to bring with her as offerings. Her shy nature didn't make her an easy friend to make, but she'd rather at least try to be friendly with the cats her kits would grow up with. Turning around with her collections gripped between her teeth, she returned to the nursery at a slow trot.
Open Scorchgold | ♂ | 48 moons old | Geokinesis [ Camp | Early morning ] Role Play Reply Open
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Apr 15, 2019 10:59:09 GMT -5
Smallstep | ♀ | 24 Moons | Photokinesis [ Acuales Forest | Early Morning]
Rules were important. Even the unspoken ones.
Smallstep usually followed them. However, everything had recently changed. She had begun to feel sluggish, heavy, and tired. She worried she was coming down with something. Whiteseed told her quite the opposite. She was expecting. The molly feigned joy to her mate, for both their sakes. A happy to-be mother. The transition into the next step of their relationship. The truth was very different.
She was terrified.
Some part of Smallstep might also have been a bit in denial. Perhaps the old medicine cat was wrong. Maybe the swell of her belly had to be explained by… something else. Of course, she knew it wasn’t the case.
The tiny she-cat was out hunting, against Whiteseed’s warnings. It was also assumed that newly discovered expectant mothers would move to the nursery and, well, stay there. But the feel of the cool earth against her paws and the sound of rustling leaves in her ears made her feel calm. She manipulated the colors on her fur to blend better with the spots of light and shadow caused by the trees above. It wouldn’t be long until her escape was discovered though. Tamarinleap would want to have answers, and she wouldn’t break his heart by casting doubts or fears. They were her burden, not his. [Open]
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Post by blip on Apr 15, 2019 16:23:56 GMT -5
Shellstream | ♀ | 30 moons
| Hydrokinesis
[Acuales forest | Early morning] Mornings brought peace for Shellstream. On days when the dawn patrol fell out of her paws, she took the time to enjoy just a moment of leisure. Before many cats were awake for the daily tasks of each day, she decided whether or not she could spare herself. Often she would do little things before deciding she truly could. A walk around the perimeter of camp, checking the fresh-kill pile and discarding anything necessary, little things that pleased her to see done so early. This day was much of the same, and after she completed her miscellaneous tasks she decided a short walk could do her well. Now, she took her time padding along the soft moss of the forest. The sights and smells of the area left a calm, serene feeling in her mind. Perfect to start the day, especially a busy one.
Shellstream heaved herself onto a fallen palm tree, gripping the dead wood with her claws and pushing up and on top of the dry bark. It was a comfortable contrast to the dew-covered grass. As light filtered in through the thick roof of the forest, the she-cat stood calm, breathing in the scents of her clan's territory. Among the mix of plants and stale scents from last nights patrols, Shellstream picked up something else. Something rather worrying.
"Smallstep?" She spoke to herself, the scent of her clanmate hit her nose and caused visible confusion. Shellstream's whisker twitched. The scent was far too fresh to be from the patrols the night before. And besides that, denmother's wouldn't be assigned to an evening patrol, or any patrol at all for that matter. Her paws pressed into the moss once more as she followed the scent, moving rather loudly through the undergrowth. She wasn't interested in hiding the fact that she had caught her clanmate's trail.
Rabbitleap | ♂ | 17 moons
| Geokenisis
[ Camp--Warrior's Den | Early Morning ]
The voice behind made Rabbitleap jump. Really, he should have expected someone to greet him. And somewhere in his head, he did, but the fur on his neck threatened to stand tall regardless. Wide yellow eyes turned back to see Typhoonsnarl. On any other day, with any other cat Rabbitleap would have quickly given a pleased purr and greeting. Today was a little different already, and Rabbitleap had vivid memories of watching Typhoonsnarl go about his daily activities as an apprentice. Even just moving, the older warrior was intimidating. They hadn't talked much, so the mix of confusing elements took Rabbitleap way off guard.
He said nothing as Typhoonsnarl settled beside him, grateful for the distance the senior warrior put between them. Rabbitleap made an honest effort to not miss a beat and continue conversation as he normally would. "Busy as always-" he breathed out, his voice failing him. Typhoonsnarl was incredibly right, everything did look different. It felt different, foreign and new. And scary. "I knew it would be unusual, but it feels way far off from what I was expecting." He met Typhoonsnarl's gaze only briefly as he spoke, still feeling like he would be scolded if he stepped wrong.
If the warrior was coming to him with conversation, maybe Rabbitleap could get some advice, or at least an explanation for why becoming a warrior put the weight of a rock inside his stomach. "Was it like this for you? I mean," he paused, picking through his head for the right words. "Were you nervous?"
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Post by Tealraven on Apr 16, 2019 18:26:55 GMT -5
Typhoonsnarl | ♂ | 52 moons | Hydrokinesis [ camp - warrior's den | early morning ] Being observant was both a blessing and a curse. Sometimes, Typhoonsnarl wished he didn't notice minute details about a Clanmate's expression, and that he didn't over-analyze the way they held their head or positioned their shoulders. He might see something others overlooked, but he still didn't know how to read it, or reply to it for that matter. Sometimes it made conversations more confusing. Sometimes he saw things he wished he hadn't.
Like the flicker of motion to his left as Rabbitleap shifted away from him. Wide yellow eyes met his briefly, the same color as his own but still so different, then away. It was a subtle movement, and it made Typhoonsnarl prickle with guilt. There wasn't much he could do about the way he looked, so he kept his eyes focused ahead and his face vague. He hadn't noticed Rabbitleap's reaction to his presence. It didn't bother him.
"For me, it was..." he cleared his throat. "It was different." That was true; his life had changed dramatically during his apprenticehood. He came out the other end a different cat. He was so far away from who he was as a kitten, it felt strange to think about. "As an apprentice, you learn how to fight, how to hunt. To hone your powers. That becomes your life, and it's all you really think about."
He chewed his lip, pondering. Toward the end, he had thrown himself into his studies, trained aggressively like his life depended on it. He'd isolated himself from the other apprentices, because becoming the best warrior he could be was all that had mattered. But then he'd gotten his new name and a nest in the warriors' den and everything became meaningless. What was he supposed to do with his life now? And how did he explain that feeling to Rabbitleap?
Maybe he didn't need to explain. "Becoming a warrior is like stepping into a new life. It's normal to feel uncomfortable with that. It's different from what you're used to, and everyone feels out of place at first." Typhoonsnarl had always felt out of place, so that hadn't been the most difficult part for him. He twitched his whiskers and gave Rabbitleap a wry sideways look. "They don't teach you how to be an adult. That part you figure out your own. It's not going to be easy, but give it time. You'll find your place."
The tall black tom stood, unbending his haunches and turning his paws toward the camp entrance in one smooth motion. Another new day. Same routine. There were no new days, really. A thought was beginning to dawn in his head, but first, a question for Rabbitleap. "Incidentally," he meowed over his shoulder, "what were you expecting?"
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Apr 23, 2019 13:10:42 GMT -5
Smallstep | ♀ | 24 Moons | Photokinesis [ Acuales Forest | Early Morning] Busted.
Smallstep’s eyes grew wide in surprise as her name was uttered. Her head whipped around to see Shellstream standing, looking inquisitive. She couldn’t help but feel like a kit caught out on their own. However, she was an adult. There was no reason to feel that way, even if she was a newly-made den mother.
Then why did she feel so guilty?
“Er… hi Shellstream.” Smallstep awkwardly smiled, “I… was out for a walk.” There. Not technically a lie. She wouldn’t be surprised if her clanmate thought otherwise, though. Her body language and stumbling over her words was enough to make someone cringe.
Why did it have to be like this? She loved Tamarinleap. She’d likely love their children too. But there was something that just bothered her so much. She couldn’t even say that word… ‘Pregnant’. The entire thing embarrassed her. Like she was on display. Everyone could easily see the kits growing in her belly already. Smallstep was, well, small. Any growth inside was obvious. She momentarily closed her eyes. Her consciousness moved to try sensing the life inside her. It fluttered.
She offered another smile, a little more convincing now, while swallowing down nausea.
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Post by blip on Apr 23, 2019 23:03:36 GMT -5
Shellstream | ♀ | 30 moons
| Hydrokinesis
[ Acuales Forest | Early Morning] "Smallstep." She repeated again. Her eyes stared the den-mother down, both of them knowing full well it wasn't exactly practical for her to be out there on her own. Shellstream's whiskers twitched as she listened. "The dawn patrol will be hunting soon, I'm sure, you should be there when they return. It will do you good to keep your strength up-" she flicked her tail toward her clanmates stomach "-considering."
Shellstream approached, walking slowly. Personally, she had never had an interest in kits. Being confined in the nursery seemed like a torture, and there was no guarantee she could truly come back from it. Fresh air and a brief moment of freedom were no stranger to her. "Though, if you wanted," she started "I could go with you if you wanted to take the long way back to camp."
Smallstep gave off a nervous air, and Shellstream could sense it. A little while longer outside of the camp- even pregnant with kits- would be okay, she considered.
Rabbitleap | ♂ | 17 moons
| Geokenisis
[ Camp--Warrior's Den | Early Morning ] While they spoke, Rabbitleap felt watched. Studied, even. He shook it off, figuring it was just his nerves getting to him.
What Typhoonsnarl said made sense. He knew what he had to do, but now he was unsure. He felt the need to run to an older cat and ask permission to leave camp with energy. Maybe he still should? He just wasn't sure. Though the affirmation that things would fall into place from the older warrior did make him feel much better.
"Honestly. I'm not sure. I spent the days leading up to my warrior ceremony jumping off the walls of the apprentices den. I felt so ready after Clearstar told me I had passed my exams and was ready to become a warrior. And then, when she said my name during the ceremony something just-- changed, I guess." Rabbitleap met Typhoonsnarl's gaze for just a moment. "I hope you're right when you say I'll find my place, I don't want to spend the rest of my life feeling like I should shove myself back into the apprentices den," He gave a small laugh with that, though it was laced with nervousness.
Rabbitleap stood and stretched, hoping it would calm him if even a little. "Who knows, hopefully normal hunting routines will keep me busy enough not to think about it. Do you think morning patrols are being organized yet?" He looked at Typhoonsnarl, trying his best not to look like he was completely unsure on what to do. At the very least, he hoped the warrior wouldn't mention it.
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