PrideClan - A Clan of Brave and Strong cats

(I'm so ready for this bc I know Lightheart is going to push Duskstar not to let her join because of the diseases they could give the kits)

User Name: cat
Cat Name: Ivystorm
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/her
Appearance: Reddish brown with spots on her back. Her ears also have dark brown speckles on them. Ivystorm's left foot is dark brown. Her ears have small tufts at the tip of them. She is a shorthair cat, and average in height. Her build is stocky. Ivystorm's eyes are dull yellow.
Sexuality: Lesbian
Romantic Attraction: Homoromantic
Other:

(Sure! I'm not picky on the details or anything.)

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"You know that I do!" Pidgeonwing said enthusiastically. "You know all the best places."

Pidgeonwing jumped to his feet and shook out his fur. He wasn't the best hunter. Well he wasn't the best at anything truly. But hunting has at least one of his stinger skills and he was 100% ready to show off for his new potential BF.

As we see here Pidgeonwing has a somewhat skewed vision of reality when it comes to Dapplestorm. He's not the most reliable narrator.

(Yes)

thats fine!))
Ivystorm grabbed a black bird from the large fresh-kill pile, happily biting into the meat. Mmm. this is good bird, Ivystorm thought. She finished the plump bird and began to groom herself. Ivystorm always made sure her pelt looked good and groomed. No, she didn't want to look like some mangy, filthy rogue. She was above that. Even some loners and some kittypets looked like they just walked through a thornbush. They had no respect for themselves. She settled down in an area where the sunlight was strong, thoroughly enjoying her sunbath.

(Shoutout to Dapplestorm for being emotionally repressed af.)

"Follow me," Dapplestorm meowed, turning and nudging his way through the brush. He kept his ears perked, mindful that they could encounter prey lingering along the way. Their chatting had probably spooked any mouse in the immediate area, but there was no way to know for sure.

As he glanced at Pidgeonwing, his mind wandered to his own apprentice days. He remembered it all - the pride he felt carrying his first piece of fresh-kill into camp, going to bed sore but content after a long afternoon of sparring with his mentor, the adrenaline rush of his first border skirmish. He still had the scar on his shoulder, so small that it was barely visible unless a cat was seriously studying his muscles. Sometimes, he wondered about what it would be like to receive an apprentice of his own. He knew he wouldn't even have a small chance for moons, given he'd only received his full warrior name recently, but he wanted that someday. He wanted to watch a young cat grow from a stumbling kit to a proud warrior, sitting vigil with a triumphant gleam in their eye.

(A part of him wanted more than that - fatherhood, a voice in his head supplied - but that was all pointless daydreaming. Mentorship was, at least, something that had a shot at happening to him someday.)

In his own way, Pidgeonwing was like an apprentice, young and hungry to learn, although Dapplestorm supposed he didn't see at him that way. It was hard to look at a cat his own age and think of him as anything more than an ally.

He wasn't sure ally was the right word, either, but it would have to do.

"It's just up here," he announced, bounding up the small hill ahead of them. "Just a few more steps."

Finally, his paws hit the crest of the hill, and he halted, gazing down at the sprawling clearly below. His tail twitched leisurely back and forth as he took in the spring-green grass and the specks on color that marked more wildflowers growing it. A cool breeze stirred his fur.

"Here we are," he murmured.

Ivystorm had her eye on the cute Specklestone. She had a thing for calicos. Should I approach her? Ivystorm had an internal battle. In the end, she awkwardly walked up to her. "Uh, hey!" How would she do this? She was supposed to be the sophisticated one! She shouldn't be awkward, that's not who she was. Ugh. How do I deal with my crush? Ivy kneaded the ground with her feet. "So, what have you been up to?" That's better than before, she thought hopefully. In reality, Ivystorm just harshly judges herself.

(I hope mice eat grass?)

Dapplestorm blinked. It wasn't that he didn't think of the forest as beautiful, but there was something interesting about drinking it in through Pidgeonwing's eyes, something almost magical. To him, the forest was beautiful because it functioned - water to feed the grass, grass to feed the mice, and mice to feed his clan - but he sensed that to Pidgeonwing, it was a different kind of impressive.

"I guess it is," he answered slowly, voice thoughtful and distant.

He blinked. Now that he thought about it, he and Pidgeonwing were standing fairly close together. He wondered if that bothered the other tom, or if he was just naturally comfortable with physical affection.

"You ready to start?" he asked, nodding to the clearing below them. "Hopefully, we'll have some luck."

beetlewing is open if you want?

I'm just going to bring in mist bc shes supposed to like beetle))

Mistheart walked up to her crush, Beetlewing' "Hi, Beetlewing, 'sup?

Gingerheart flicked his tail. "Yeah, I'm ready."