stepping stones ∯ rushclan [ remake ]

[gizmo,]

(( mistletoe - you said you were going to post shinesong for my she-cat jaysoar? ))

[Keriae]

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she-cat :: apprentice :: eleven moons :: mentor - whitewing :: tagged - cloudshadow, buzzardfang, feathersong

Great StarClan, she absolutely detested her long, thick fur, especially that found pluming on her waving tail. It took nearly all of the time she had before training to run her rough tongue through the soft strands in order to smooth her entire coat into sleekness, and just that fact seriously grated on her nerves, day in and day out. Then there was the time periods whenever she had spare time: her fur gathered an unnecessary about of dust, dirt and forest debris during her time away from camp. As normal, the pale she-cat (how she had managed to inherit such fur was beyond her) was sat, spinal column twisted and all four snowy paws criss-crossed as she worked on the slowly knotting fur on the back of her leg. At the sound of a warrior's voice her backbone unravelled and her paws set themselves in a normal manner. Large, triangular satellites pricked forwards on her curved dome and pale green lanterns set on the lithe form of an older female with brown and white fur, the typical garb of their ancestors.

It was, of course, Cloudshadow, and she had also called over two fellow warriors for a fishing patrol. Her nose wrinkled a little and her right ear flicked to show that she had heard. Thrushpaw wasn't particularly fond of going near water when it wasn't needed but she'd preserver. The Clan still needed feeding and it would be a nice change to learn from another warrior. Sweeping her banner out behind her, Thrushpaw trotted over to Cloudshadow and dipped her skull in a friendly greeting. "Good morning, Cloudshadow," she meowed in a warm tone, a small smile pulling the corners of her lips up, "after the patrol, am I staying with you or am I returning to train with Whitewing?" The apprentice would prefer to know the entire plan for the whole day, just in case.

(I apologise if this is short: I'm on mobile at college, with no access to a computer.)

[despairz]

[ posting for jaysoar in a moment~ ]

[moon.]

{{ female apprentice here.

[king boo]

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amberkit/paw/song
warrior- currently queen
female ; expecting
mate ; brackenflame
scottish fold ; 22 moons
[ faint kittypet roots ]
most recent rp sample
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impish ; quirky ; opinionated ; rash ; bubbly ; head-strong ; adventurous ; cheeky ; good humored ; popular ; blunt ; determined ; indecisive ; out-going ; speaks her mind.

born to tawnyclaw and snowdrop, she has lived her whole life in the clan. snowdrop was pure white with pretty folded ears and blue eyes and she had inherited her mothers ears and petite frame. her father was a ginger tom with orange eyes, a trait passed down to her. ambersong had a happy kit hood and after 6 moons she was apprenticed. [ the folded ears came from her great-grandmother who was a kittypet. ]

she was mentored by frostflower, a kind young warrior that taught her through her apprentice days and her apprenticeship made her develop true friends and a strong personality. she became the cat she is now, good humored and quirky, rather popular too. her mother and father moved into the elders den when she neared her warrior ceremony and her mother died on the eve of her warrior ceremony of a epidemic of green-cough and after a few days her father perished because of the plague along with other older members of rushclan.

moons passed until now, settled in the nursery along with daisyflight each heavy with young as she had gained a mate, brakenflame

[despairz]

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{ name. shinesong } { doing. talking } { tagged. jaysoar } { location. rushclan camp }

Shinesong let out a yawn, his jowls stretching wide as she stood up, her almost blind eyes flicking around; they had gotten foggier. With a sigh, the beautiful she-cat pads to jaysoar, a she-cat warrior. "Hey there!" She purrs, sitting down on her haunches hear the she-cat. "How are you today? Do you need anything?" She asks, blinking her pale, glazed looking blue eyes. Her silver pelt was shining in the slanting sunlight. She flicked her ears as a small breeze came through the air, cutting the awkward silence as the medicine cat awaited a response from the warrior she-cat.

[ a bit of wb, sorry. ]