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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THERE ARE FASCINATING THINGS TO EXPLORE.

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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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[WHISPERPAW]

He perks up at the friendly face of a tortoiseshell moor - runner. Merrystalk's barbed tongue snaps him back to attention. He blinks a wild, fluttering way before focusing on the swirl - pelted warrior before him. Whisperpaw hesitated for a moment (moor - runners make him nervous, they're veeery tall), before focusing his rose - hued gaze to the friendly face before him.

It brightened smile spreads across its face, eyes wide as itncranes its neck to look at Merrystalk.

"Whisperpaw thanks you for the help!"

It is saved from the horrible tangled fur! It bobs its head in a wobbly nod, careful not to bump it's head into the older tom.

It let's its pale head plop down onto its dusty - paws in front of him, as it felt his clanmate work out the various knots lining his dirt - covered fur. His ear twitched at the question from the older tom. He sleepily blinks, his plumed tail curling atop of his equally dusty legs.

"Maplepath has taught Whisperpaw all she currently knows about the tunnels! She taught Whisperpaw, very very easy battle moves. But not much! ♪"

He sing - songs in a featherlight soft way. He is lucky to have a mentor like Maplepath to help him in his current quest of digging tunnels! Even thought there are barely any tunneler apprentice's (he pouted at the so many moor - runner apprentices)... More tunneler friends for him then!

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︶꒦꒷ (ㅅ´ ˘ `) ⊹ . ݁˖ .

(

THERE ARE FASCINATING THINGS TO EXPLORE.

) ‧₊˚⤾⊹ .ᐟ

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.

➢

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

✿

questioning / single, not actively looking — mentoring none.

✿

thoughts ; "Speech, E7CCCC" ; attacks only

✿

may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted

✿

smells like water lilies & an undertone of wild strawberries

✿

— 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

 

[Weaselchirp Weaselchirp]

I'm a young soul in this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate? Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make

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Almost out of seemingly nowhere, the solid black cat stood beside Whisperpaw and Merrystalk, her dark form half-blended into the shadows, eyes glowing orange in the light like twin moons caught mid-thought. She leaned in close to Whisperpaw, gaze unwavering, and gave a small, solemn nod. " The tunnels are very good. " she murmured. " They share a lot. Once, I almost forgot the sky existed… and it didn't feel scary at all. Actually, it felt a bit nice. "

There was a long silence after she spoke, still and careful. Then her head turned, slowly, to Merrystalk. Her gaze lingered, thoughtful. Curious. " Is it like that for you… on the moor? " she asked softly, tilting her head. " You run and run and run until you feel like you can touch the sky. Until there's nothing left but you and the wind in your fur. " She paused for a long moment, blinking slowly, and then just as abruptly, turned her attention back to Whisperpaw.

" Did you notice the mice sound different underground? " she said, as if she hadn't just spoken poetry to the warrior beside her. " Like they're whispering to one another. Tiny secrets in the dark. " Her voice softened, the faintest warmth curling at the edges of her words. " I think you're becoming a grand tunneler, Whisperpaw. Maplepath is kind. Knows the tunnels well. Your paws are starting to understand where the dirt wants to move. That's important. " she spoke, a gentle look to her face. " Sometimes we need a bath to get rid of the dirt. But only so we can go back and get the right kind of dirt on us again. " She smiled, faint and crooked then said nothing more.

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[PEONYPAW]

Peonypaw freezes, with one of his paws stuck mid-air, when he hears Whisperpaw's question. Anyone but me, he thinks. Curse him for stopping, too—if he had just kept on walking, he could pretend he hadn't heard, claim that he had been thinking about something too hard to take note. Partially it's true anyway, because he is thinking real hard about how to escape this situation.

Merrystalk comes to his rescue. Quite unknowingly, Peonypaw thinks; the warrior seems glad to be of service, scooting over to Whisperpaw and getting straight to work. Peonypaw refuses the urge to scoff out loud. Who wants to paw through someone else's pelt? He will do it for Petalpaw gladly, of course, but anyone else? They can do it themselves. It's not like Peonypaw asks anyone to scratch a hard-to-reach spot when it itches.

He is about to stalk away when Weaselchirp begins a conversation that makes his head turn. She is proving to be amongst the few Clanmates that not only Peonypaw tolerates, but actually kind of likes. Instead of uttering nonsense just for the sake of hearing her own voice, she actually talks about stuff that matters. He had been hesitant to entertain her at first; he had thought of her as just another know-it-all who wants to discipline others without actually raising a paw and doing a single thing. But... her dull tones are almost welcoming to someone like Peonypaw.

"They do sound different,"

he mutters, wondering if he will get shooed away by Whisperpaw and Merrystalk.

"Everything does. It's so much easier to focus when everything's quieter."

Tunneling is one of the few things he actually enjoys doing; it doesn't feel like a chore.

Then, he turns his attention towards Whisperpaw.

"Why hasn't Maplepath taught you more?"

Easy battle moves will not help him when things go south.

 

[Merrystalk Merrystalk]

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

The gale guard had to chuckle warmly at the little apprentice; it was a peculiar little one, but then again, it seemed a pattern with tunnelers, so he couldn't question too much about it. It immediately sat comfortably as the tom gently helped untangle its fur. Chickpaw had given him more than enough practice with his mop of golden fur always in some sort of awful tangled mess. Though a smile caught upon his maw as Whisper replied with a hum of a voice. "Aye, that's great to hear, you'll be a great tunneler for the clan in no time." He purred in kind.

It was a little worrying about the lack of fighting training thus far, he might watch in on the youngsters' training lessons to see progress himself, in case it needed some extra assistance when it came to fighting. Just as long as he could defend himself in the case of an emergency, it wasn't as if the whimsical little fellow needed to be some vicious fighter to be a contributing member to the clan.

Though Weaselchirp's appearance was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. The molly had a strange way about words, but having Harefoot for a mate and all these, lovingly, peculiar little apprentices about, it wasn't anything but a normal conversation to him now. "Aye, y'all 're braver than I bein' in those tiny tunnels, need the room to stretch my paws." He chuckled, humming with the molly's question to him.

"Yeah, probably the closest feelin' to a bird flyin' I always thought. Wind in yer fur and the ground flyin' past faster than ya' can realise; nothin' feels better than a cool day under the sun crossin' the moors chasin' a plump rabbit to bring back home to y'all." Merry's voice, warm like the sun, spoke almost reverently of the moors. It wasn't an exaggeration, having that freedom amidst the tall grass was like Starclan on earth, for a moment, he can put aside all his woes and simply enjoy the feeling of the wind.

But another figure out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. "Peony! You need yer fur detangled too?" He hummed, it was almost inevitable when one cat was getting their fur cleaned up at least a few others would come out the wood works looking for help too, he didn't mind at all, it was lovely to spend quality time with clanmates and just enjoy a simple existance with them all.

Merry watched the little apprentice sit a tail's length away from the rest of them, almost apprehensive. He went to usher him to join until he added something else towards Whisperpaw. "Aye, everyone learns at their own pace, lad. Whisper here still has plenty 've moons to get that battle trainin' all straightened up."

It wasn't like Merry had his own apprentice yet, it was hard to gauge otherwise if he hadn't been offering help to his other clanmates with their own apprentices to know just how differently some of these youngesters learned. Cats like Whisper needed patience, others like Pebble needed a strong guiding paw, and sometimes cats like Chick ended up with Harefoot - and as much as he cared dearly about them both - their conversations were a whole new level of baffling, a perfect mentorship pair.

— And it's harder than you think,

Telling dreams from one another. —

• 
  Merrystalk
  ✦—Windclan Gale Guard | 28 Moons
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A skinny, tortoiseshell cat with bright green eyes and pelt speckled with hay.
  #9D6E46