WC what lies below // whisper

[Branchkit Branchkit]

BRANCHKIT
SHE/HER
4 MOONS
WINDCLAN KIT
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | APHOTIC | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT_TWISTS

Every cat in WindClan had a role to play, Branchkit had learned. There was of course Ma, who was the leader and made sure everyone was doing their job and staying safe. And Goldenroar helped her! And then the medicine cats helped with others got sick or hurt. Momma and the others in the nursery took care of the kits, and Ravenmask told really good stories. Apprentices were supposed to learn, and then adult cats were warriors! But some of the warriors had specific jobs.

In the wake of the flood, and due to her sensitivity to the sun, there was one job in particular Branchkit was interested in learning more about: being a Tunneler.

It was hard to just go up to most of the older cats just to ask - everyone had been so busy with rebuilding the camp - so Branchkit had taken to following cats around, waiting to be noticed. Today's target was Whisperpaw - as soon as the apprentice got back from training, Branchkit padded closer, tilting her head and watching quietly, wondering if the apprentice would want to speak or not.

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OOC: @WHISPERPAW

 

[WHISPERPAW]

He glides afters his mentor, Maplepath. They had been training some fighting moves, since he's been... falling way behind the rest of the apprentices. Whisperpaw doesn't understand what's going on; obviously, he wants to learn fighting techniques, but he finds it difficult to concentrate when everything around him is so... intriguing. Even after being in Windclan for several moons. Right now, he was covered in a light covering of dust- making his fur stick out like he'd been rolling around in a prickly bush.

He wrinkled his muzzle at the dirt and grass bits getting stuck between his plush fur. Whisperpaw dislikes it. He blinks slowly, half - lidded hues of sleepy pinks trailing along other clanmates. Some are busy rebuilding, warriors and apprentices chatting, queens watching over the kits, and the like. A hum softly rumbles in its throat, the bird - like feline steps forward, already heading to the apprentice's den. It pauses, the fur along its spine rising as he felt a presence... following it? Why? It twitches its plumed tail, allowing the pale tip to rise, while it glances back with a quirked brow. It blinks once, twice, before he spots a kit near him. The pale apprentice lets out a surprised noise, leaving its tightly shut maw. Opening its mouth to question on... Why?

Whisperpaw instead asks,

"Why are you... stalking Whisperpaw?"

It speaks in a soft tone, confused but all the same intrigued. As if he were examining a bug.

"Is something the matter... erm... Who are you?"

He was a daydreamer, a drifting creature. He does not pay much attention. A flush of embarrassment wafted from his very being, ears lowered. Oh, why did I ask this kit that? I sounded rude!

"Ah, W-Whisperpaw is sorry! I didn't mean t-to come off as r-rude!"

He haunches over into himself, long tail curled near his front paws.

ooc.

soso late aaaa

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐄𝐀 ⊹ . ݁˖ .

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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.

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NONBINARY ; HE / IT ; CURRENTLY 14 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