Territory WindClan the birds sang word ⊱✿⊰ galepaw

[Meadowpaw]

MEADOWPAW

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Why was it happening again? She had only just begun to scrape together the pieces left by Gladebloom's absence—if she could even call it that and now Pebblepaw too? He had clearly gone off on his own, chasing Alder, but she was dead. She'd been dead for moons! The fire had taken her long ago, and there was nothing to suggest otherwise.

Meadowpaw had seen the change in him. He was never the same after the fire, but she didn't realize how bad it was... Now he was out there, wandering stars knew where…

There was plenty to do back at camp, and everyone insisted that if he was in the territory that he'd be found. But how could she just sit there? She couldn't stand to wait around anymore. Medicine-cat apprentice or not, he was her friend. Dimmingsun would take care of things and she was old enough not to need coddling or warriors dogging in her pawsteps. The odds were that she would only slow their search anyway.

"Pebblepaaaaw!" She called shrilly, birds scattering with a frantic fluttering of their wings. The rain had eased into a light mist, but the ground was soaked. She trambled over sodden terrain, tramping through puddles that soaked her to the bone. She was wet and cold, but if she was then so was Pebblepaw.

Why didn't he talk to her? Did he think she wouldn't understand? She could've helped him, could've been there for him, so why?

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I BELIEVE THAT THERES COURAGE

BUT ITS BURNIN' LIKE ASH IN THE WIND

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WINDCLAN

MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE

12 MOONS

SHE/HER

Meadowpaw values kindness and remembrance. As a kit, she internalized her mother's lessons, but questioned whether her way is the only way. She has broken free from the heavy burden of her mother's expectations due to their estrangement after the fire. She remains kind and soft-spoken through all she's endured, but is not afraid to speak out for what she believes is right.

Meadow works tirelessly at any task she undertakes, desperate to prove herself capable and worthy despite her disability. Without her mother's guidance, she finds new ways to express herself.

In conversations, she is gentle, thoughtful, and withdrawn, often hiding her struggles, fearing others seeing her as incapable. She continues to have a strong bond not only with her sister, but with her adopted family as well. Meadow uses her new freedom to support and deepen the bonds with her clanmates. Additionally, she has started to explore the more spiritual side of herself…

Her worldview is a complicated mix of hope and frustration. She wants to believe that there's hope at the end of all the suffering, but feels trapped by her limitations. With enough time and support, she may find a way to overcome her limitations and accept herself.

 

[Galepaw Galepaw]

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It was following a trail new to him, something unfamiliar under his gentle paws, and yet the tom did not worry. He knew just about where Windclan had drawn themselves out of the night during the gathering, and the strange earthy scent that followed them only strengthened his resolve. It was utterly strange to him, one that had grown so used to the water pulling away any scent of dirt from the cats around him, but he couldn't say he didn't like it. He was often pulled towards things he didn't understand, and for that reason alone he found himself trekking into Windclan's unfamiliar territory. There was a sort of bravado that came with it—he had seen the sort of violence that the other clans were capable of at the Gathering... even his own clan. But strangely, it couldn't help but feel safe. Windclan had extended a friendly paw to them, and Gale would be remiss if he didn't foster it. Of course, there were other reasons he didn't see reason to hide away at camp... there was a sort of sorrow in the eye of every cat when they looked at them, an unspoken apology about his sister, and he despised it. Never the matter, he'd just find new company until they all got a hold of themselves.

He really expected that the scent of Windclan would be... stronger, though. It seemed as though the sky had opened up over the poor clan, washing away anything not held down, and that seemed to include the scents of the unfamiliar cats. It was no stranger to being drenched, and so he soldiered on through the storm even as his windblown fur weighed down heavily. It had been walking for a while, quite a while, and by the time the rain started to subside Gale couldn't help but wonder if perhaps he had wandered into the wrong territory—But, with a screech and the sound of dozens of frightened birds, it appeared he was no longer alone.

The birds... they sounded frighted, sure, but not the same shrill calls of being hunted that he was used to- no, they sang about something, someone... and the appearance they warned him of only made him far more intrigued. Granted, it could have been any calico cat, but he was willing to hedge his bets. It summited one of the many small foothills that peppered the landscape, and with it his striking blue eyes fell upon a familiar face, and one not far away at all.

"... I'm sorry to say I am not this Pebblepaw you call for." He greeted, though a small smile played upon his lips. "It was... Meadowpaw, wasn't it?" As the tall tom drew near, though, the strange panic-stricken look on her face became far more clear, and Gale couldn't help but frown. "What ever is the matter?" It questioned, curious and gently spoken.

—————Whether truth or just a story

It's not up to you—————

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  Galepaw
  ✦—Riverclan Apprentice | 11 Moons
  ✦—He/They/It
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A fluffy high white lynx point with curled ears and deep blue eyes
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