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littlebird
Oneclan
Dec 30, 2019 5:07:19 GMT
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[attr="class","little3"]LITTLEBIRD
[attr="class","little2"] Early in the morning, Littlebird had found, was the best time to hunting for birds and smaller prey. In the cold of winter, they knew that most of their predators wouldn’t dare spend their time out and about in the bitter cold for a bite to eat. Her favorite place to hunt? The thorn thickets. Unlike most warriors of her clan, the thicket was easy for her small fame to weave through relatively unnoticed. Occasionally her tufty pelt would catch on a thorn and she’d have to make quick and silent work of pulling herself free, but the payoff was always worth it. This had always seemed to be the best hunting grounds for even in the dead of winter when snow softly dusted from the gray clouds above, there was always a piece of prey or two hidden within the roots of these bushes.

So she’d awakened that morning to find GorgeClan’s territory covered in an odd fog, one that held firmly even between the trees and over open areas like the rushing waters which she had passed to get here. It made the entire territory feel lonely and like she was being isolated from the world. And if she was honest, today was one of the days that Littlebird didn’t mind that so much. Things were strange back at camp with Coyotecall’s death. His death had taken them all by surprise, so much so that they hardly knew how to handle it. And this talk of a mysterious illness that had taken him? It was too much for her to think about. Surely StarClan hadn’t forsaken them all for Bonestar’s actions? Though, the soft whispers between clanmates made her think that that was the only possibility. Still, LIttlebird’s head held high and she did her best to keep others smiling.

She stalked through the undergrowth, her body close to the ground as the sound of soft treading started on the other side of the thorny thicket. Her ears perked and quivered, honing in on the noise. It sounded big, like a large rabbit or even a pretty small cat. Since either was possible, Littlebird didn’t dare risk the hunt. Instead, she silently crept around the thorny thicket and the second she made it around where she could peer quickly, she took no second chances. She lept, claws first, at the mass of fur that was digging at the edge of the thicket. Her mouth was open and just as she was about to land on her prey, the she-cat tasted the scent of GorgeClan.

She tried to stop herself, sheathing her claws was the best thing she could do before she collided with the small cat. “Foxdung! I’m so sorry!” She hissed out, angry with herself for having just attempted to hunt a clanmate. It was the dead of winter and they needed the prey. Still, she needed to be more careful. “I… I thought you were a rabbit. I’m sorry.” She grumbled, pushing herself away from the mass of fur.
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Featherpaw
Oneclan
Dec 30, 2019 6:21:19 GMT
FEATHERPAW
Having been released from Flickerfrost's watchful gaze for the day, so long as she stayed well clear of the Crumbling Rocks and was not gone too long, Featherpaw had been intending on going for a nice morning walk. The air was fresh and brisk, and while the cold was biting, her long fur did a better job at warding it off that most, even if it was not super thick.

It was nice, honestly, and the apprentice had actually allowed herself to relax for once.

Perhaps that was her mistake, because it meant she stopped paying as much attention. Instead, she had found herself more interested in the roots she was inspecting beneath the thicket. As though noting her alertness had slipped for a moment, something she had never allowed before coming to Gorgeclan nor her first two moons there, a mass hurled itself into her with claws outstretched. It was hard not to recognize the feel of a larger cat attacking her, and the blur of white in the corner of her eyes made her panic further.

Though the scrape of claws was not even present long enough to break her skin, Featherpaw felt the pain she had been expecting even when it did not come, paws instead tumbling into her harmlessly. Rolled away from whoever had knocked her down - Hailstrike, her mind offered, despite the impossibility - Featherpaw let out a yowl of panicked alarm and scrambled with all her might from beneath the weight.

It lifted off her own their own volition, but Featherpaw barely registered that.

As soon as she was free of the other feline, the apprentice looked around frantically with ears flat and eyes wide, before diving straight into the thorn thicket without regard. If the older cat was small enough for fit, Featherpaw's youth and small size made the act look easy, even if the thorns tugged at her longer fur.

The apprentice did not listen to the words she faintly registered bombarding her ears until she was buried far enough that a curious paw could not reach her, before awkwardly turning around to face the threat with heaving breaths and trembling limbs. It took her a moment to register that the voice, scent, and silver spotting of the far-smaller-than-Hailstrike feline was certainly not her mother. As she could have guessed, considering the she-cat was dead.

It did little, however, to ease her alarm as the apology fell on deaf ears.

"Pl-please don't hurt m-me!" she stuttered out weakly, mentally placing the warriors name as Littlebird, but not recalling much else about her in her current state. "I-I didn't d-do anything, I pr-promise..."

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littlebird
Oneclan
Dec 30, 2019 6:46:54 GMT
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[attr="class","little2"] By the time she'd registered who the pelt belonged to, it was too late. The feathery tail of the diluted feline darted underneath the thorns and had Littlebird not been so observant, she would have thought she imagined the creature. Her eyes grew large as she looked around frantically before quickling backing away from the thorns and lowering herself until she was crouched so she could see under the thorns. In the darkness, the only thing that stared back were two frighteningly large eyes. Eyes that belonged to her medicine cat's apprentice, Featherpaw. Sheepishly, the she-cat was kicking herself over and over for the fright she'd caused on the younger feline.



Littlebird remembered a time when she'd been just as frightened of the world, but that hadn't lasted long. She learned to overcome it quickly and tried to empower others to do the same. But that really didn't matter right now. She didn't know Featherpaw well enough to empower her to do anything. Right now, if she could accomplish nothing else, she needed the little apprentice to come out from under



While she didn't know much about Featherpaw, she'd heard rumors of how skiddish the little she-cat was. And now that she'd been the one to cause the cat such a terrible fright, her stomach felt like she'd swallowed stones and she wanted nothing more than to cover the little she-cat. Still, she had to mend that first.



"Featherpaw..." she breathed softly, trying to soothe the little she-cat. "I know, sweetie. You didn't do anything wrong. It was all my fault. I heard you digging and thought you were a rabbit in the thorns." The she-cat's eyes were still large as she stared into the darkness where Featherpaw had rooted herself among the thorns. "I wouldn't hurt you, I promise. I should have been more careful. It's just very early, it seemed too early for an apprentice to be wandering - especially alone. I hadn't thought to check."



The silver feline tried her best to try to coax the little she-cat from her hiding place with a soft voice and gentle words, but wasn't sure it was working. She only hoped she hadn't scarred the poor girl. "You didn't hurt yourself, did you? When you climbed under there? Come out, please? Let me have a look at you. I promise, I won't ever do anything like that again." Sucking her breath him, the she-cat held it there for a moment longer before letting it out in a soft, pleading whisper. "Please, Featherpaw?"
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Featherpaw
Oneclan
Dec 31, 2019 1:39:05 GMT
FEATHERPAW
The warriors voice was soothing, gentle, and Featherpaw's ears angled hesitantly toward it, pulling away from where they were pressed against her head. Littlebird was often kind, wasn't she? Featherpaw had not interacted with her much, but it seemed like she was always kind to those around her from what she could tell. The warrior certainly never had given her the cold looks that so many others did. Maybe....maybe it was just an accident.

On that thread, the apprentice decided to at the very least listen.

It made sense. An apprentice digging around at the roots in the early morning was hardly something to be expected, and rabbits did frequent around here for the shelter the thicket offered in the harsher seasons. Normally Featherpaw would not be out this early anyway, but she had needed some fresh air after being cooped up in the den thanks to the Crumbling Stones incident. Perhaps if it was not for the flash of white fur or sudden scare...

"S-sorry, I didn't mean t-to be a coward again..." Featherpaw murmured sadly around Littlebird's encouraging pleas, tremors easing and eyes softening, even if she did not yet crawl out into the open. That's whatever everyone called her, anyway. A coward. "Y-you reminded me of...N-no, nev-nevermind..." Cutting herself off, the apprentice shook her head fiercely and pushed the thought aside.

At Littlebird's insistence, she did scramble her way forward a little, until she was at the edge of the thorns, though she looked more liable to duck back in than scurry out just yet. A thorn dug into her shoulder, and the apprentice shifted uncomfortable, twisting her head to nip it free and swipe her tongue over her fortunately unbroken skin without complaint, before blinking owlishly back toward the warrior.

"I-I'm alright," she assured softly, ears twitching as she decided to at least attempt conversation. Maybe it would calm her racing heart some, if she put her mind past it, returned the situation to normality. "Di-did you catch any? A-actual rabbits, th-that is..."

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littlebird
Oneclan
Jan 3, 2020 2:47:04 GMT
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[attr="class","little2"] Guilt riddled the tabby’s face as she watched the result of her mistake unfold. Seeing the way the little feathered she-cat shook - quite literally like a leaf - Littlebird couldn’t help but feel a pang in her chest. Not only for having caused it but knowing how truly frightened the little she-cat was of her accidental slip up. This seemed like it was much more than a timid apprentice and the look of sheer terror that crossed her eyes was unmistakable. But the warrior didn’t press, instead, she slowly backed up from the thorns. Enough to give the little she-cat space should she choose to lumber out from underneath the brush.

I wouldn’t say you were a coward.” She said thoughtfully, musing over the statement before continuing, offering a small smile in an attempt to appear friendly (or at least not like the cat who had just tried to hunt her…). “Startled, maybe, but not a coward. Everybody is going to get scared of something sometimes.” She offered, before dropping her voice into a soft whisper. “Even Fangstar.” Littlebird hoped that by making even the most respected cat of their clan (at least in her eyes) appear more personable and like something that Featherpaw could imagine herself to be from time to time, it’d give the little she-cat hope, though admittedly, she didn’t know the young apprentice that well. Littlebird just knew how to soothe the pain in others, by offering solace and comfort. She was good at that.

Hearing the thought begin that she’d been mistaken for another feline and then watching as it dropped just as quickly, Littlebird found herself nodding slightly in understanding but made no effort to press the apprentice further. While she didn’t know where the statement was going, judging by the apprentices’ past (or at least what she knew of it) she figured that she didn’t need to know the details. And in truth, she doubted that Featherpaw would be so willing to share them. That is fine. She thought to herself, gaze glancing away from the she-cat's face to the thorn that snagged her shoulder as she started to inch her way out. But as it went unaddressed, and the she-cat attempted to brush them back into pleasant conversation. “As long as you’re sure, dear. I’d be happy to escort you back to Flickerfrost and endure a verbal beating for attempting to hunt her apprentice if it’d make you feel any better.” An attempt at a joke, and the corner of Littlebird’s lip curled upward in an attempt to lighten the air.

No rabbits.” She said with a small frown. “I happened across a mouse on my way here though.” Thoughtfully, she slowly rose to stand, though it didn’t add much to her height as she did though. “Have you eaten yet today, Featherpaw?” She asked, a motherly tone taking over. “You’re welcome to it.” She added reassuringly.
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Featherpaw
Oneclan
Jan 3, 2020 7:06:57 GMT
FEATHERPAW
Not a coward? Featherpaw blinked out at the warrior uncertainly, though she allowed herself to listen as Littlebird went on, speaking of being scared and how everyone was once in a while. Sure, Featherpaw knew that to be a fact. However, the name drop made her blink in surprise. "Really?" she murmured softly, foreclaws kneading the earth beneath her slightly. "I don't think F-Fangstar is afraid of anything..." As the apprentice trailed off quietly, she peered down at her paws. The thought simply did not connect - she could not imagine the leader scared of anything, honestly. Nor Flickerfrost, though part of her was starting to question even that just a little.

Littlebird was nice, at least. Her voice was soft and soothing, and there seemed like there was absolutely no judgement in her eyes at all. Maybe there wasn't. It was a nice thought, truly, not to be judged for once. Featherpaw could almost forget the incident of being pounced on - it would not be the first time, considering Dawnpaw's attempt at a playfight that sent her whirling. At least now she was settling into believing that the warrior meant her no harm.

It was hard to deny the honesty in her voice. Hailstrike never had that.

The warrior did not even question her on the half-finished sentence, and it stood as another point that relieved the little apprentice. The joke, too, softened things, though the apprentice did shake her head at that thought, even if she allowed the tiniest gleam of amusement into her eyes. "Flickerfrost wouldn't be p-pleased," she admitted quietly. It was true, ever since the Halfmoon, and then the quarantine incident on top of that, Flickerfrost had been overly protective. Certainly more so than before, anyway. It was a wonder she even let Featherpaw out of the den.

As the warrior rose and drew away, offering a mouse, Featherpaw blinked up at her uncertainly. However, internally scolding herself, the apprentice gave in. With some hesitance, she crawled out from under the thorns, though she did not move more than a kitten-step from their reach before she sat and shook her head softly once more.

It was a habit to keep turning down food, but it was leaf-bare now, and there were cats who needed it more than her. The thought of one of their queens having kits in such an unfavorable season...she would need all her strength, certainly. Featherpaw was just an apprentice, even if she was a medicine cat. "Vervainflower is expecting kits this season," Featherpaw murmured with a soft blink. "She should have it."

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littlebird
Oneclan
Jan 13, 2020 17:12:26 GMT
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[attr="class","little2"] Watching the timid little feline as she thought over how Fangstar could possibly be frightened of anything, she let out an amused purr and settled herself down into the snow, fighting the urge to shiver as the cold seeped through her fur. Wrapping her tail daintily around her paws, the silver feline nodded. "I think so. I'd wager she's scared for GorgeClan, especially with how this illness has been going around. And she's probably frightened that someone will get sick again, of not being able to do anything. I'm sure you and Flickerfrost have probably felt the same fear..." Littlebird didn't have to know for certain if Fangstar truly was frightened or not, she just imagined how she would feel, should she have an entire clan standing behind her waiting for the next move. It must have been nerve-racking. Offering a small smile, she quickly diverted the conversation all the same. After all, her goal was not to frighten the apprentice any further today. "You must be happy to finally be out of Flickerfrost's den, though. Pinepaw didn't drive you too crazy, did he?"

Littlebird had brought prey to them after Flickerfrost was essentially confined to her own den to keep the two of them in line so she knew that Flickerfrost was quite tired of the talkative little tom's antics within the first few hours.

Hearing that the medicine cat would definitely not be pleased in hearing that Littlebird had accidentally tried to hunt Featherpaw, she chuckled softly and nodded in understanding. She doubted she'd have been happy were the roles reversed. "Well, then I'll leave my punishment up to you." She stated in a joking tone. "Should you wish to feed me to Flickerfrost, I only ask that you allow me to o get my affairs in order." She stated before letting out a light laugh, giving the apprentice a crooked smile. As she padded to retrieve the mouse, a feeling of relief flooded her that Featherpaw had finally made her way from the thorns. Though the acceptance of the mouse was rescinded quickly, and Littlebird nodded respectfully before countering.

"I admire your resolve, Featherpaw, but I still am going to insist you eat something." She added, giving a bit of a stern look before continuing. "How about you and I go for a hunt and we can being back something for you and Vervainflower. Would that be alright?"
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Featherpaw
Oneclan
Jan 17, 2020 23:40:11 GMT
FEATHERPAW
As the words of what Fangstar may fear flooded over her, Featherpaw had to admit it made sense. Gaze lowering to her paws, eyeing the opposition of one dipped in black and one in white, the apprentice nodded faintly. "I-I guess I wouldn't blame her, if th-that made her scared. I m-makes me scared." Many other things that scared her flooded her mind in that moment, but Littlebird was quick to change the subject, ebbing the flow with memories of the chatty young tom.

"He talks a lot," she offered quietly, a slight amusement tinging her tone as her gaze fluttered shyly up to the warrior. "A-and he really likes stones. I c-can't imagine why he would want to risk g-getting sick f-for stones..." It seemed strange to Featherpaw, but then, even living in a clan, Pinepaw had always known a safer life than she had. Perhaps he simply did not understand the danger he was putting himself in. She could only hope that next time he would not be so reckless.

Littlebird's chuckle drew her ears, causing them to flick in surprise at the sound. The warrior's tone was playful, joking, not something the apprentice had much personal experience with, but something she easily recognized from hearing around camp to be relatively harmless. Still, it was a mention of punishment that caused the younger molly's eyes to widen, and while she could garner that Littlebird was not serious in her suggestion, Featherpaw simply could not understand the joke. Punishment was not something to take lightly...was it? Yet so often she saw clan cats taking it as lightly as seeing a feather on the wind or leaves on a tree. "R-right," was all she offered, tone uncertain as she glanced away.

Featherpaw was not entirely sure what to do with an insistence to eat. She had already made her decision to leave it to the queen, why could Littlebird not just accept that and move on? Featherpaw was not sure she could argue back if Littlebird pressed for her to eat it, but really she did not wish to cheat a pregnant queen of food when prey was already scarce enough.

Littlebird's next offer, however, while a reasonable one, caused Featherpaw's ears to flick back and her pupils to widen. Hunt? Her? She did not wish to repeat those days. Surely she was beyond that now, was she not? She no longer needed to keep trying and failing and bearing the punishment for that failure, that disappointment. "I-I can't hunt!" she stumbled out, words coming just loud enough to startle herself, before her voice quietened to a mumble and she ducked her head. "She tried to t-teach me but I..."

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littlebird
Oneclan
Jan 29, 2020 4:54:12 GMT
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[attr="class","little3"]LITTLEBIRD
[attr="class","little2"] Littlebird did her best to try to calm the younger feline and reassure her that fears were - at least she believed - completely natural. It made sense that people were afraid of losing things and each other. They should have been because frankly, there was too much on the line and as light as she tried to keep herself from time to time, it was often that she had to remind herself that life was not meant to be taken so lightly. She worked hard for everything she had but still managed to remain strong willed and lighthearted, a rare occasion.

Offering a smirk and a silent nod in response to what the little tom was like, the silver feline pondered the statement before responding. "In my experience, when others latch onto things - no matter what it is - it's because there's an insecurity or something else that's bothering then. I don't know Pinepaw well but maybe that's part of it? It's just how he expresses himself?" Shrugging at the thought, Littlebird didn't bother digging further. Instead, she turned the conversation back to Featherpaw and moreover the way she looked at her so skeptically. "I didn't offend you, did I?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.

"I just mean that I don't want you to think that I don't care that I frightened you. It really was not my intention and I hope that you can forgive me."

She said, genuinely, the smile fading from the corners of her mouth as she spoke, the conversation turning more serious. However, as they transitioned onto hunting, instantly the feline found herself smiling once more. "Can't hunt, you say?" She asked, pondering the statement before twitching her tail back and forth. "What makes you say you can't? Maybe I can help." Littlebird puffed her chest out slightly at the prospect of helping a young member of GorgeClan - as it often did with her other apprentices.
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