GOSSAMERPAW
ShadowClan
— It'll be good for you, Lilypelt had insisted, to choose a specialty. Gossamerpaw supposes she's right. It's been so easy to hole herself up in her nest, lethargic and afraid of the wider world. Of becoming a warrior. And she knows she's smart, she knows she can do it, knows that Swaying Willow and Towering Oak had wanted her to succeed more than anything, knows that Tusslepaw would help her if she asked — but stars, she doesn't know how to be a warrior. Lilypelt tries her best to show her what it means, but Gossamerpaw insists on floundering.
Trepidation hangs about her like petals on a grave. Her paws tremor as she approaches the gnarled roots of the leader's den, short tail hanging as low to the ground as it is able. "Um... hello?" Gossamerpaw calls, ears swiveling to pick up whatever sound she can in response. "Sablestar? Wolfpack?"
She doesn't seek the toms out very often. Speaking to them at all puts sparks beneath her skin; they'll be able to see her inadequacy. All the subtle ways in which she lacks. She can only hope that they will be kind enough not to tell her. Periwinkle eyes shut tight; Gossamerpaw takes a breath and, when her eyes open again, pushes the question out of her mouth, "can I speak with you?"
Trepidation hangs about her like petals on a grave. Her paws tremor as she approaches the gnarled roots of the leader's den, short tail hanging as low to the ground as it is able. "Um... hello?" Gossamerpaw calls, ears swiveling to pick up whatever sound she can in response. "Sablestar? Wolfpack?"
She doesn't seek the toms out very often. Speaking to them at all puts sparks beneath her skin; they'll be able to see her inadequacy. All the subtle ways in which she lacks. She can only hope that they will be kind enough not to tell her. Periwinkle eyes shut tight; Gossamerpaw takes a breath and, when her eyes open again, pushes the question out of her mouth, "can I speak with you?"
OOC. @SABLESTAR @WOLFPACK
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SHADOWCLAN'S DEER IN HEADLIGHTS — 09 MOONS — SHE / HER
A ghost-pale, long-furred tabby with cryptic swaths of black and periwinkle eyes. Gossamerpaw is a quiet, wraith-like girl with a weak will. She clings to her sibling Tusslepaw's side like a leech, drinking in his anger and desire for revenge against Owlbark, the cat who murdered their parents. Gossamerpaw is generally friendly to her peers, though she is not outgoing in the least, and will generally do as she is told.
Transfemme she / her | 09 moons
Apprentice of ShadowClan | Mentored by Lilypelt
Towering OakxSwaying Willow| Sibling to Tusslepaw
"Speech." — Penned by Meghan