Open Prompt Territory ThunderClan I've been listening to the frogs joke and the fires' smoke || Nature's Symphony

[Boarpaw Boarpaw]

{$title} Prompt 113: Sit in a clearing and enjoy the sounds of nature

————————————— The melody sings what the words can't say. ✦

Boarpaw had far too much on his mind. And honestly? He felt guilty for it. Wallowing when it was others' suffering, it felt silly. But even so, it rested heavily on his mind, and it wasn't hard to miss.

His sleeping had grown fitful, nightmares of Juniperstar's death kickstarting cruel nightmare spirals, witnessing every last cat Boar loved dying. Dewshine and Copperstorm, Heartpaw and Hopepaw. Saltpaw... Just thinking about it made his stomach turn.

The apprentice had awoken before the sun had risen, the sky dappled in flecks of pinks and yellows. Dawn on the horizon. He certainly wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, so instead, with a stretch and a yawn, parting tusked lips, he would take a walk into the territory.

Juniperstar was in a strange place; she, of course, was apprehensive of Boarpaw being out alone after being killed, and had no idea if Skyclan would strike again. But nearing 10 moons and already larger than her and having no sign of stopping, she trusted him to stay out of trouble if he just needed some air.

And needed air he did, he padded out into the territory, a pleasant little clearing and plopped down on his haunches with a huff. Boarpaw was tired, literally and emotionally. His body yawned in a dull ache, he had been growing and not stopping for moons and he never told anyone how much that it hurt. In his joints and bones, it made it difficult to sleep in a too small nest and frankly, just how much he needed to eat.

But he wouldn't mull on it now; instead, he raised his head and looked to the sky, his maw parting in a smile as stars slowly fizzled out in the wake of the rising sun. The air was still cool from the night, and the bird song curled all about the territory like a symphony.

He'd snuck out to be here in the dawn before, but to savour the beauty of the morning. It was their favourite time of day, when the hubbub of the day had yet to begin, when the heat of the beating sun had yet to overwhelm the cats below, and the birds sang their tunes.

While it was not a solution to what plagued his mind, for just a little while, the little cat in a too-big body could simply marvel in the small joys of life. Let his worries melt away, carried off in the beat of a songbird's wings.

——— You keep on grinnin'

and this world keeps nagging. ———

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  Boarpaw
  ✦—Thunderclan apprentice | 9 moons
  ✦—He/They
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired, dark grey tom with a prominent underbite and blue eyes.
  #a4bac1

 

[brindlefeather's icon brindlefeather brindlefeather]

BRINDLEFEATHER
​ may your love never end... ​

Waking up at dawn isn't exactly most cats' idea of fun, but for Brindlefeather, it's a top five pastime. He loves strolling through the territory as it slowly comes back to life. All the little critters waking up from within their dens, the morning dew on plants glistening with the first rays of sunlight that peep just above the horizon as the sky changes to a wonderful hue.
As he walks amongst the foliage, he picks out a few flowers and leaves that he thinks will look pretty as camp decorations, making a mental note of where he found them so he can grab more later. Hopefully he'll find some feathers as well, as he's wanting to prepare a collection of them to make some warmer nests for the elders and kits come leaf-bare… he knows it's still greenleaf, but leaf-fall is right around the corner!

Coming up on a clearing, Brindlefeather's ears perk up upon seeing a fellow clanmate, a warrior-sized apprentice staring up at the stars. He flicks his tail in greeting, trotting up to sit near him before setting his mouthful of plants on the ground.
"Hey there!" he says with a smile. "It's not often I see anycat out this early, aside from the dawn patrol!" Following his gaze to the stars, he takes a deep breath of crisp morning air. "It's so beautiful outside this morning…"

and if you need a friend

♥

there's a seat here alongside me

• OOC:
• KEY:
  

  "speech" | thoughts

  
  
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  BRINDLEFEATHER is an orange-and-white tom mottled with brown stripes. His fur is medium-length and his eyes are dark brown.
  
  Brindlefeather is known mostly for his outgoing and compassionate personality. He tries to see the good in everything and everyone, and he does his best to be on good terms with every cat he speaks to.
  
  Although he's a forager, Brindlefeather will sometimes try to catch some fresh-kill for the Clan if he sees it's running low - even though he's not super great at it. He will also often offer to share his fresh-kill with anycat who looks like they want or need it.
  
  Believing that violence is never the answer, he has sworn off of any kind of fighting unless absolutely necessary - and even then, he'll do what he can to de-escalate the situation. He hates seeing anyone get hurt, especially when it could have been prevented by talking things out.