Open Camp SCRIBBLED LINES ❥ TANGLED FUR

[WHISPERPAW]

Daylight halos Whisperpaw's pearly coat, the beams sting at his small stature as he lounges on his side near any type of shaded area in camp. The apprentice lays his chin upon dust - covered paws, as he watches warriors and other ranked cats go about their business in the sandy clearing. He was bored... Sure, he did his chores for today like his mentor asked him to. But it was dull, lying here all by his lonesome. Sooo, why not take a bath to get over his boredom?

Lifting its head from its dirty paws, it cranes it's neck to start the long cleaning process. It doesn't notice the multiple ruffled knots all along his fur—until it feels a tug. Rose-hued eyes, framed by long, pale lashes, fluttered as it let out a small hiss at the stinging pain.

"Oh."

It peers down at the knotted and whorled fur that looks like it'd been in a storm instead of digging in the darkened tunnels.

To be honest. Whisperpaw isn't the most neatest cat around, you'll find it all caked with bits of dirt in its fur from digging in the tunnels. But today, it's just coated with a light layer of dust covering his bird - boned figure instead. Blinking slowly and drowsy, it wrinkles its muzzle at the knots that line its pale pelt. Ugh, it's all knotted... His mouth opens to speak in a featherlight, nervous tone.

"Um– Could someone help Whisperpaw with its fur?"

His gaze traces along anyone nearby who could help his unfortunate state.

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WHISPERPAW

╱ WINDCLAN APPRENTICE.​

a smaller-than-avarage petite albino feline, with flowing - like plush ivory fur upon it's bird - boned frame. paired with dusty, hues of pink sparkling with curiosity about the world around it. his tongue speaks upon riddles dripping from his maw, as the dust coat his paws.

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NONBINARY ; HE / IT ; CURRENTLY 9 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 3RD.

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questioning / single, not actively looking — mentoring none.

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thoughts ; "Speech, E7CCCC" ; attacks only

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may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted

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smells like water lilies & an undertone of wild strawberries

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— all opinions are ic

speaks in third-person. refers to himself as his name and the pronouns he uses.

— biography / @ on discord for plots
— penned by calzone

 

[Merrystalk Merrystalk]

—————————————— Dreaming along in a pace you'll understand. ✦

Merry had busied himself plenty all day, wandering the borders, a quick hunting trip to stretch the paws, even acting as a climbing frame for the owlets. The gale guard didn't have much else on his plate, so he considered lolling about in the sun for a deserved rest, even though there was that infernal, grating voice in the back of his mind sounding exactly like Sassafrass to not allow himself to rest. He knew better than to overwork himself; he needed to be ready to actually be useful when needed rather than literally run himself ragged.

The tom was about ready to retire to a high spot in the camp when a timid little voice spoke up, green eyes fell to a familiar face. Whisperpaw mostly kept to itself, tunnelling diligently under the leadership of Maple. Though he kept stumbling into the apprentice. A chuckle slipped from his maw as he realised what a state the poor thing was in, he had helped groom Harefoot's pelt of excess soil, and Chickpaw too. Though only the latter had as long of fur as the once stark white apprentice who sat before him, now a muddled and tangled brownish colour.

He padded over, gently licking between Whisperpaw's ears in a kind manner. Merrystalk had always tried to be a reassuring presence to the kittens and apprentices of the clan, even more so after his outburst. He dreaded the thought of the next generation of the clan being fearful of any one of the council, or any of their clanmates at that. So even though he only knew it in a passing manner, he wouldn't leave the poor thing to try and detangle its fur alone. "I'll give ya' a paw, Whisper. Just tell me if I catch yer fur."

Carefully, he tried to help with the various knots and tangles in the apprentice's fur, though he was surprised by just how messy their fur had become. The tunnels always saturate Harefoot's fur, but then again, the tom's fur was far shorter than Whisperpaw's. It really was rather unfortunate such a long-furred youngster had such a knack for the tunnels, but if it was its calling, then he had no place to tell it otherwise. Though the thought made Merry pause, he had spent so long fretting about his other duties, especially since he hadn't yet been given an apprentice of his own, he wondered how everything was faring for the apprentices of the clan. He paused, untangling for a moment, giving Whisperpaw a chance to readjust how he was sitting as the gale guard spoke again. "How is your training fairing so far, Whisperpaw? Maplepath is a strong warrior, so 'm sure you've learned plenty already." He hummed.

It was a bitter feeling, admittedly. Being one of the very few warriors thus far without an apprentice, it would be moons until the owlets would be old enough to be apprenticed, so there was a feeling of almost helplessness. Merry did as much as he could to support his clanmates, but there was an almost.... Guilt, of not having anyone under his wing to teach the best he could. Then again, he couldn't fault Dustystar for omitting him from being a mentor yet, but Sassafrass getting an apprentice in his stead left a bitter taste in his mouth... The tom shook his head, his own grievances aside, he would continue to be additional support to the cats who needed it. It takes a village to raise the next generation, and he would do what he could to help.

— And it's harder than you think,

Telling dreams from one another. —

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  Merrystalk
  ✦—Windclan Gale Guard | 28 Moons
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A skinny, tortoiseshell cat with bright green eyes and pelt speckled with hay.
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