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[Cricketkit Cricketkit]

'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance
A foxtrot above my head, a sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread

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Cricketkit was not supposed to be this far. Her paws were sore, her sides heaved from the walk, and her fur was fluffed against the breeze that whispered between the great trees. Big trees. Big rocks. Big sky. It made her feel very, very small. It was absolutely breathtaking, however.

She stumbled a little as she made her way into the clearing, her good eye glinting with stubborn curiosity. " C'mon, Cricket, just a few flowers... just a few! Then you go home. Like a good kit... " she mumbled to herself, nose pressed to the ground like a tiny forager. She spotted one, a soft, bluish one tucked near the roots of a tree and gasped softly, padding toward it on light little feet. Perfect! Meadowpaw would love this one, it would look really nice.

But just as she leaned in, something snorted. Cricketkit froze. Her whiskers twitched. And then--

" YIPE! " she squeaked, stumbling backward as she came nose to nose with someone else, not a fox or a badger or even a WindClanner, but... but... " You're not WindClan!! " she blurted, staring wide-eyed at the other cat. Bigger than her , older! Apprentice-aged! A scent clung to them like leaves in fur.

Cricketkit blinked rapidly, puffing herself up, though it didn't do much to make her look braver. " You're not gonna eat me, right?? " she asked in a rush, tail twitching behind her. " ...'Cause I bite! Real hard! RIGHT through your tummy! " But even as she tried to look fierce, her little paw was still planted firmly over the flower. She hadn't forgotten her mission, not even when she was scared

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[Boarpaw Boarpaw]

————————————— The melody sings what the words can't say. ✦

Boarpaw again found himself out at fourtrees. He had grown... Restless... The last few days, his whole body seemed to ache; he couldn't lie comfortably in his nest, even with as much padding as he could scrounge in camp. He wasn't sure it was just his nest anymore, the ache wasn't just in his paws and legs, but his spine and even tail, it was dull and sometimes he could ignore it, but other times it was sharp and unavoidable. Tears pricked his eyes at the worst pangs of pains. But he didn't want to disturb Serpentberry, she was busy helping everyone else get better, he was just sleeping weird... Maybe...

It's what led them out here again. If he kept busy, then he could ignore the yawning pain, walking for so long that he left the territory and ended up back around the huge tree. Back where he met that Fleapaw cat and the... Riverclan cat was it? He was nervous to get reprimanded or anything for leaving, but maybe he could find some softer hay or even plants to soothe his aches.

This time Hope and Heart and Rattle weren't there. They were actually alone for once. They didn't want to make their friends deal with their grimaces in pain, so they searched alone. Their nose drooped to the grass underfoot, feeling for any softer moss, but something sweet scented caught his attention. A group of flowers caught his eye, he knew smelling strange flowers was kind of a bad idea, but these already smelled sweet, so he didn't hesitate to dive nose first to try and pluck some, he wouldn't eat them yet but maybe they'd be-

That was, until a tingling feeling made his face scrunch up. He tried to stop the sneeze, making some awful snorting noise and only half succeeding as he muffled the sneeze under his huge paw. Boarpaw let out a sigh, huffing at the flowers he had plucked, until his eyes widened, realising he wasn't alone, a tiny kitten he hadn't noticed before squeaking indignantly. "You're not WindClan!!"

Panic knit across his face, seeing her puff up, looking terrified. "I-I'm sthorry! I didn't sthee you there...." He muttered sheepishly, looking down at the tiny kitten with worry. Boar looked around, wondering if anyone was bringing her here, but by the scent of it, she seemed alone... But he paused, face scrunching up a little with what she said. "Windclan? There'sth another clan?" He questioned, stepping forward curiously, forgetting that he wasn't small like his friends, seeming much more the size of an older apprentice at this point.

"Eat you?" Boarpaw was taken aback by the mere suggestion, a little mortified she would even think that of him. "N-no we don't eat catsth, doesth Windclan do that?..." He managed to squeak out, a little more scared now at the idea that there was anyone else following the kitten out here. They didn't want to get eaten either. "I don't wanna fight, I wanted some mothffs-" Spluttering and stumbling on the word 'moss' made his face burn with a little shame, he'd been trying hard to get over his lisp but no matter how he tried there was no use in it.

He looked at the tiny kitten, sheepishly, trying to figure out how to show her he wasn't a threat. Boarpaw signed, a little resigned, sitting down with a huff. His paws hurt badly now, he'd walked too much, and standing around wasn't so fun anymore. The apprentice picked at his oversized paws before quietly mumbling "My name'ths Boarpaw, by the way. My home'ths Thunderclan." He flickered his tail back towards the trees, looking at the kitten with a slight curiosity. "Where even isth Windclan?", 'THOUGHTS'

——— You keep on grinnin'

and this world keeps nagging. ———

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  Boarpaw
  ✦—Thunderclan apprentice | 7 moons
  ✦—He/They
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired, dark grey tom with a prominent underbite and blue eyes.
  #a4bac1

 

[Cricketkit Cricketkit]

'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance
A foxtrot above my head, a sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread

.

Cricketkit's whiskers twitched and she blinked up at Boarpaw, her good eye wide as moons. He seemed… not very scary. In fact, he looked kind of like a soft moss pile might look if it became a cat. All big and fuzzy and definitely not the cat-eating type. But still... She had committed to the act! And once you commit, you had to follow through. That was, like, rule number one of Sneaky Missions. The little WindClan kit fluffed her fur even more, sitting up straighter and letting her tiny tail curl neatly around her paws in what she assumed was a very official, mature way.

" Ahem. you can call me Cricketpaw, actually. " she spoke, voice wobbling between her usual chirpy tone and something that was supposed to sound wise and dignified [ but mostly just sounded squeaky ]. " I'm in training. Advanced training. Yep. For super secret WindClan missions. That's why I'm out here. Alone. Because I'm... very advanced. " She gave a few serious nods like Meadowpaw did when she was explaining something important. Her paw was still on the flower, but she relaxed a little, seeing Boarpaw plop down and work on his paws. Were they hurting? She tilted her head. He looked… tired. Like he needed a nap and a cuddle and some warm milk.

" Well, um… no, WindClan doesn't eat cats! That'd be gross. " She made a face. " I was just makin' sure! You never know with strangers! My mama always said if someone gets too close, bite first and ask questions later! " Her gaze fell to his oversized paws once more and her eyes widened. " Woah... your paws are huge! Are you part badger or somethin'? " she gasped before blinking and scrambling to fix her manners. " I-I mean in a cool way! Like you could squish a fox in one stomp! That's kind of awesome… "

" Boarpaw's a cool name. ThunderClan's a cool name, too. Your camp in the trees? I always wonder things like that. We live... over that way. " She gestured vaguely with her tail in a direction that probably wasn't even right. " But I came here for flowers. For my friends. " she said quickly, puffing with pride again. " I collect nice things. Shinies. Pretty things. You got any? "

Her head tilted curiously. " If you give me a shiny, I won't tell anyone you were out here. Promise. " And then, with a mischievous grin, she leaned forward and whispered: " Secret apprentice code. "

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