I'm not creative enough for a title :D- Snowleap introduction

[Snowleap Snowleap]

Snowleap bounded into the camp, dropping the fresh-kill she'd just caught into the pile. It wasn't much, but in her eyes, anything she could provide was helpful. She nudges it forward with her paw, re-arranging it a bit, then pads off to find something else she could do. She prances through the camp, her eyes darting around in search of anything that might need her assistance. She was blissfully ignorant of all the happenings of late, or at least she seemed to be. She often heard herself described as naive, immature, and the like, but she tried not to pay it much mind. She just wanted to be happy, and helpful, and not be bogged down by the deaths and fights, with her paws stuck in the mud.

She plants her haunches on the ground, ears pricked and tail whipping back and forth, to and fro, batting at a leaf with her paw. She was bored, and it didn't seem like there was anything else she could do right now, nor did she have an apprentice to take out. She groans, searching her brain for something to do, the same things as always. Hunt, patrol, gather herbs. Repair, repair, repair. Hunt, patrol, gather herbs. Train, hunt, repair. Ugh.

 

[Brookstorm]

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Brook's been getting used to the newness of RiverClan's camp - there's a lot of new faces, and his visage does tend to spark double-takes when they see what looks like their leader strutting out of the warrior's den. Especially on a day like today, where Brook has been, well, a bit of a layabout. He's enjoying the work that RiverClan and his brother have been putting upon him, but it's a far change from his life as a kittypet, where he could really nap whenever he pleased.

He let out a long yawn and licked his lips before heading towards the fresh-kill pile, sniffing for what was freshest. He took the fish in his jaw and trotted a little away from the pile before digging into the flesh. Delicious! Way better than the goop his Twolegs had given him. Her eyes wandered until she spots a new face- spotted black and white- and she whisked her tail in greeting.

"Hiya!" she mewed. "Not met you yet - I'm Brook! I'm new here - joined with my sibling Kuhli. Who're you?"

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ooc Information

• ooc: — tagging @Snowleap
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  BROOKSTORM — SHE/HE ･ 41 MOONS ･ RIVERCLAN WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY PLOT ･ SPEECH ･ THOUGHTS

  A short-furred silver cat with black tabby stripes and scathing green eyes. The carbon copy of his brother Pikestar... only without the scars.

 

[Snowleap Snowleap]

Snowleap paused in her batting of the leaf, turning her head to towards the voice. She trotted over without hesitation, settling nearby.

"I'm Snowleap!" She replies cheerfully, looking the cat over. "You're new here, and we haven't met?" She asks incredulously. "When did you join? And where did you come from? Oh, and why did you join?" The questions come one after the other, not giving Brook time to answer. "You said your name was Brook? Do you have a clan name? What is it? What about your sibling?"

 

[Juniperpaw]

From the apprentice's den trots out Juniperpaw, looking as though she just woke from a nap. After a good stretch and yawn, she looks around, and her ears perk up when she sees Brook and Snowleap near the fresh-kill pile. With a big smile and a swish of her fluffy tail, she comes on over to join them.

"Oh, hello! Excuse me, Pikestar, but Gal-" As she gets closer, getting a better look at Brook and overhearing Snowleap, she stops. A puzzled expression crosses her features momentarily, but her smile is quick to return. "Ah- I am so sorry to interrupt you, Snowleap, and sorry for mistaking you, Brook! Please, continue!" She sits politely besides Snowleap, curious eyes fixed intently on Brook and waiting for her answers to the other black-and-white she-cat's questions.

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@Snowleap @Brookstorm