Private SC doesn't it feel && like our time is running out [ magpiepaw ]

[pipithaunt]

pipit

They burst through the flimsy attempt at a veil between the medical hutch and the outdoors, waltzing like it is a place he belongs simply because he believes himself welcome. Though they are certain Cicadabuzz would nip at their heels to chase them out should it be in a foul mood, the healer of a more prickly, prying nature is not of their focus. Instead, they squint flame-bright eyes against the dull, sullen darkness, picking out the moonlight flecks of their friend where he cannot meld completely into shadow.

"Maggieeee," he sing-songs as he slithers closer, peering over the sulking shoulder of a subtly shaking ally. "Please tell me you've got like.. some time so hang out with me today, yeah? I found mushrooms we can steal if we get there before Cicadafuzz does." It wasn't that many moons ago when the bi-color apprentice had threatened Pipitpaw himself might turn into fungi given his penchant for licking the tops of toadstools. (They were hungry, okay, it was a choice made for survival.... so what if they'd developed a taste for it anyways?)

"Oh, also, yanno that Monster Tree? I was snoopin' around and... I think I can help ya get up in there so we can look around... It's been asleep since I was a kit, there's no way it'll wake up now. It has to be dead... like... it hasn't eaten... unless you think maybe it has....," he lets the mystery hang in the air as a playful trick and a treat to be admired. Maybe curiosity would pull the grumpy apprentice out of his shell.

"Let'cha throw a pinecone at my head if I'm wrong."

@Magpiepaw

 

[Magpiepaw]

& I don't know what's got its TEETH in me

Pipit was a choice he had made himself, a friend picked specifically by his own whim, found roaming the woods during one of his many outings as a kitten where he had wormed himself away from the care of the older cats through sheer luck alone. Magpiepaw had his life dictated for him in several ways, but there were two things he had always been the one to make the actual decision for: becoming a medicine cat and Pipit. Leaving his mother was not his choice, leaving Asterpaw was not his choice, witnessing Serpentberry kill his mentor was not his choice, the nightmares after were not his choice; these were all things that were done to him when he was a smaller, weaker cat - too frail to oppose, too young to understand. He was bolder now, more inclined to speak up and so he had no such qualms in simply saying he was going out now rather than seek permission. It would not be much longer until his siblings got their names but what of him? Cicadabuzz had said that a medicine cat may train longer, they had more to know than just hunting and survival - they had to learn to take care of an entire clan of cats. He shuddered to imagine what to do if a time ever came when bug was gone, but such thoughts were for darker, rainier days and not the rare crisp autumnal afternoon before him.

When Pipitpaw arrives he is already standing, stretching his legs out and arching his back with a stifled yawn, his unseemly limbs awkwardly kneading the ground before he was fully upright with his tail swinging into a high arch behind him, "Cicadabuzz is out right now, so yeah-I can go. You said mushrooms?" He did not have the same taste for them as Pipitpaw but he liked them still, they had an interesting flavor but more importantly they just looked cool. He wobbled over to the rust-tinted apprentice, leaning alongside them briefly as he maneuvered out into the open.
"You know I've never actually SEEN the monster tree except from far away...never really have a reason to go there. Maybe." Maybe, he says, as if he isn't thrilled at the idea of being in a tree and high off the ground-climbing was difficult when his paws didn't obey his brain.

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I dream in phosphorescence - Bleed through spaces

MAGPIEPAW

— medicine cat apprentice of shadowclan
— He/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Solid black w/low white & blue-violet eyes.
— Has 'wobbly cat' syndrome.
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[pipithaunt]

pipit

They practically bristle with excitement that the medicine cat is absent as of now, glancing behind himself towards the den's gloomy entrance as if the bug-eyed creature might show up just to spite them right now. Nothing shifts... not even the wind... and that's all the confirmation Pipitpaw needs to be confident in their proposal. Owlish eyes hurry back towards the subtle lavenders of his friend, a grin plastered so wide across his face it bordered on unreasonable for the topic at paw. Any other cat would likely walk right past a patch of fungi, but not them! The two of them would pull those bad boys out of the ground and make off like pack rats- "Have you guys tried using them for your like... pool lices or whatever you call them? Think they could be better than just a day-time snack?" It's not something he cares to think about too hard, knowing it would mean that his little treats would soon become the private property of the gangly mentor of his partner in crime.

They turn on their heels, squinting their eyes cheerfully as Magpiepaw presses against their side to steady himself. While others might've declared him strange for his manner of walk, it was the first stranger's gait Pipitpaw had ever seen and largely just considered it fun, if not a little frustrating for his friend at times. He doesn't comment, sliding into a comfortable rhythm beside the wobbly apprentice. "NEVER? You know, you never have any fun and we gotta fix that! Don't worry, Pipitpaw is on the case! After we go snap up some of those mushrooms we'll make a beeline straight for it and I'll boost you up and we'll be the first cats to ever conquer the monster tree! We, Magpiepaw and Pipitpaw, will go down in history as the Bravest Ever." His jaunt grows more peppy with his speech, tail flagging behind him like a coat of arms to rally behind.