Open Territory SWINGIN' GARDEN ❥ BISON HERD

[WHISPERPAW]

The smell stung at his nose before he'd even saw them. Whisperpaw's pale head popped up from a hole of a tunnel, him and his mentor were in. The strong stench from the large dark brown... things made his muzzle scrunch up in distaste. The windswept moorland barely hid anything, unless there were a few shrubbery sprinkled here and there.

He hasn't been on the moors long, it's been mainly in the tunnels. He watches as his mentor slips from the tunnel. The wind slips across the tunnel he was in, making the apprentice let out a surprised noise from his throat. He follows afterwards.

It's bird - boned frame wiggled it's way from the tunnel it was in, to side up next to it's mentor, Maplepath with forward ears. It hasn't seen a herd like this before, only the horses from the barn. Awe and wonder spreads across his face, rosy hued eyes shimmer with curiosity at the strange hoofed creatures. The albino feline speaks aloud,

"Whisperpaw is confused. It doesn't know... What those things are. Are they... friendly?"

it's tail curls across the dusty ground behind him. Head titled to the side as it observed the hooved beasts graze. It is curious about the new creatures, all spread out and grazing among the grass the moors provided. It plopped onto it's haunches as it watches them.

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think fast! scare the herd 🗣

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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

 

[Finchkit Finchkit]

————————— There might be something outside your window. ✦

The kitten was unsteady on her feet, scrambling through the tunnel behind Whisper and.... his mentor. Finchkit wasn't all too good with names, but she had all the time in the world to learn and remember. Goosekit had gone on so many adventures, so it was her turn! So, of course, she went headfirst into the tunnels. she had heard they were kinda sorta maybe safe, so she didn't mind clambering in. Though compared to her they were huge, the only thing making traversing hard was controlling her unruly paws on the uneven ground.

But soon, Whisperpaw emerged, she hopped out not far behind, though a foul scent caught her nose, an audible sound of disgust left her throat as she looked around. "Eugh... That smells nasty!!! What is... it..." Her voice trailed off, looking to where the other cats were staring, her expression knit with confusion and curiosity. "Woah... Are those the smelly things?" The kitten squeaked, looking up to the apprentice with confusion.

She squinted as they were all so far away, they had hard feet, hooves? Finchkit tried to recall stories her mama had told her and her siblings, what had hard feet.... "Oh! I think those are horses!" She announced, with that confidence only kittens have when they're utterly wrong but certain of their own accuracy. She nodded, as if she had given some great wisdom, though proceeding to not heed the tales she had been warned of, she tried to take a step towards the beasts.

———————— But you'll just....

Never know. —————————

• ooc - ooh yeah woo yeah finchy time, feel free to grab the baby whoever posts next she is so wrong and is trying to approach the fucking bison .
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  Finchkit
  ✦—Windclan kit | 2 moons
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A small creme tabby with a long bushy tail and wide owly eyes.
  #F5A837
  
  ⤷ Written by Phoenix ​

 

[HoneyflowerHoneyflower's icon]

Slow Down, Just Breathe

She'd had no idea how big they actually were. Honeyflower had seen them once from a distance, while sitting on the roof of the barn. They'd looked like tiny ants marching along the horizon then. Now, standing several fox lengths away, the smelly things were even bigger than the farm's biggest bull.

"...Don't get too close now, Cometpaw." The Gale Guard warns her apprentice, the faintest hint of worry peeking from the calico's otherwise even tone. "One wrong move and we could startle them into stampeding, if they run this way we'll be nothing but flattened pelts in the grass before we can even think to run out of the way." Silently she thanked the stars Cricketkit had not come across the bison in her wanderings, and hoped her own eventual kits whenever they were born would not have such wanderlust.

Her gaze drifted from the beasts to movement to her left, spying Maplepath and Whisperpaw and... What was Finchkit doing with them!? Her upright ear swivels to catch the conversation; Whisperpaw asking what the bison were, Finchkit's overconfidence in saying they were horses. Close, but not quite horses, Honeyflower finds herself musing before her heart shoots up into her throat at the kit toddling towards the massive beasts.

"FINCHKIT NO-!" Too loud. Too shrill. Far too close to the herd. The warning signs pass by too quickly to give her any real chance to react. There's a bellowing echoing in her ears and vibrating her very chest that it takes her a moment to register the sound is the herd of bison startling and causing the very ground beneath her paws to quake.

Honeyflower shoves her apprentice forward, running alongside him once he's moving. "Towards Maplepath and the others, into the tunnels! I'm with you!"

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All We Have Is All We Need

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Honey

✿—Moor Runner Of WindClan
✿—She/Her
✿—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✿—Dilute Calico Shecat With Green Eyes And A Floppy Ear
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