I DON'T WANT TO LIVE LIKE THIS 𐚁₊⊹ GORSEPAW

[ROOSTERTUFT]

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The large tom stretches out his muscles as he rises from his nest and gives his chest a few quick licks, he knows that its time to get up and with an apprentice, he has the responsibility of training to become one of Windclan's future warriors. It's a bit daunting to say the least but he would complete said task or else, he wouldn't be trusted with any future apprentices. Both of his ears angle forward only to allow his tail to sweep across the ground and parts his jaws to call out for his apprentice "Gorsepaw, let's start heading out." He stops in his tracks to make sure that she actually heard him and with a flick of his ear, the chimera tomcat leads the way outside of camp so that she'd become a little more familiar with the layout of their territory and work on her battle training especially after the events of the gathering.

It'd be better if she knew how to defend herself and hold her own if she ever came across any of the Skyclanners, he can't trust them to not be unpredictable after their barbaric display at the meeting between all the clans, and his whiskers quiver as he turns in the direction of Gorsepaw to make sure that she doesn't stray far from his side. "Tell me what you smell. What is it that you hear?" Roostertuft would try to see what her strengths are and her weaknesses, they could progress after that... he thinks.

@gorsepaw

FACES ILLUMINATED IN THE DARK

ROOSTERTUFT

WINDCLAN WARRIOR
TRANS MASC x HE/HIM​

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"speech", thoughts, attacking
a large, longhaired black smoke tortie/blue ticked tabby chimera with a pair of earthy toned eyes and low white
has complicated feelings towards goldenroar and subtly interested in nutmegpurr

charismatic, stubborn, adventurous, aloof, and awkward would be a few words that describe roostertuft as an individual. a former barncat that's getting accustomed to clan life after the events of the barn burning down, he oftentimes misses the life before it burnt down yet he's someone who'll adapt to change.

 

[gorsepaw]

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She loved dawn on the prairie. Dawn at the farm wasn't dissimilar, but there's a wild edge to the prairie that tilled fields didn't have. The bugs were louder, and the grass seemed to hold oceans of dew. It clung to her fur and she waited for the greenleaf sun to crest and dry it from her short fur. She had considered walking through the dew with moss clung in her jaws to collect it, but remembered it wasn't her job to worry about that. Her job was to stalk and hunt and fight. Easy.

The apprentice missed walking through the grass this morning, opting to sleep a little longer than usual. It felt nice to rest her growing limbs every once and a while. She was almost fully awake when she heard her mentor's call in the distance. Her first instinct was to grumble and rebel, but she quickly squashed it. She would be able to be on the prairie and hunt and not think of anything else. Gorsepaw rose from her nest and shook out her pelt, flecks of moss falling to the ground. Her legs seemed to get longer everyday, and she was growing more sure of them as well. They were graceful long things that seemed to differentiate her from the more solid-built cats - like her mentor.

She followed Roostertuft from the camp and breathed in the morning scents of their territory as they emerged. Fresh dewed grass, wet moss and dirt, wildflowers in bloom. Pollen from blooming grasses clung to her mentor's coat in front of her, like little yellow bugs hitching a ride. Her coat tried to hold the same, but they brushed off her thin pelt too easily. Cicadas blared from the few trees that dotted the prairie and other buzzing called in response. It was almost loud enough to drown out her mentor's question.

"I smell grass... and more grass.... and maybe some grass... and- oh!" Rustling up ahead. She opened her mouth to taste its scent, but the wildflowers were a bit too much to tell exactly what it was. Like prey, definitely, but she couldn't pin down what. Gorsepaw sank into a crouch and looked up to her mentor for approval.

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  NIP GORSEPAW — SHE/HER ･ 6 MOONS ･ APPRENTICE & WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY MUDDLY!

  silver tabby with high white and yellow-green eyes. a grumpy, independent she-cat that prefers to bite before she speaks. raised by alder. adopted sibling to icepaw and pebblepaw.