my heart has wings [ crescentpaw ]

[charitypaw]

Charitypaw has wandered too far - without the aid of a mentor, the soft furred apprentice doesn't have someone to leash him. Her paws anchor to the moorlands of WindClan, not because of duty or loyalty, but for her remaining kin that seem to thrive there. And yet, the edges of the land beckon her. Tall wildgrasses slowly give to short, plush clearings. Smaller croppings of flowers, different prey, and a tree much too large for its own good. Greedy with life, it is - but there is no use in finding anger there. Charitypaw in leaving his home is greedy with life, too.

A crunch in the distance signals her to a bystander in her quiet theatre. Charitypaw tilts her expression, finding the shape of a stranger approaching from the distance. "Hello, there," not enraptured by the danger of it all, she offers the other a smile. "And who may you be?"

 

[Crescentpaw]

Downy fur and sleepy eyes greet Charitypaw, much like her his own paws wander far without a mentor. It didn't feel too far in hindsight but he was curious, wanting to experience more of the land so far from the home she knew in the shipyard. Crescentpaw thought he would be old enough to travel, maybe foolishly so and yet she has yet to meet danger. Instead he is met with another equally young face, peering at the either side of the large tree. Curiosity is met in equal parts, Crescentpaw's pink eyes are wide and staring but not unfriendly. "Oh- hello" she clears her throat, cautiously standing but not in a way that depicted fear by any means. The stranger smelled different but that only made the apprentice curious.

"I'm Crescentpaw" he smiles, not willing to give out where he lives just yet. While he was trusting he wasn't foolish enough to give away the clan, though maybe she already knew? "Who are you?" He can only hope that she is as trusting as him. Taking a moment to look up at the tree once again, lingering underneath the starlit sky with a silent reverence. It felt weird to say that she was still figuring herself out, figuring out the clan and StarClan and what not. Though he supposes everyone else still is, maybe the stranger was also feeling new and uncertain? "Have you been here before?" Then there's a pause before he decides to follow it up with another question "Do you um... come here often if so?" It's an earnest question, followed as she settles on her haunches and smooths a paw over his tail.