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Post by complacentdevil on Apr 12, 2021 21:35:02 GMT -5
He was alone again, not surprising considering who he was, but it was still odd for an apprentice to be alone, most of them would travel in the territory with friends, their mentor, but he only really had one of those, and even then, his training was quite different from most other's his age. Weaselpaw sighed, his steps were nearly silent, stalking a prey of his own as he walked throughout the territory, close to the camp but not too close that prey wouldn't run. He scented the air, his tail tip flicking as he picked up on a mouse, and started tracking after it, his head dipped lower than his shoulders as he stalked along, listening closely to where the rodent scurried under the leaves.
Wolfriddle was a young tom, long furred with grey and white patches. He'd been out for no reason, other than to enjoy the fresh air outside of camp. He heard rustling among the leaves to his right, so he stopped to scent the breeze for a moment. He smelled mouse, and... a Fallclan cat? But not exactly the Fallclan scent he was used to. The masculine steps in the direction of the other cat, hiding in the bushes to get a good look at who was there. His amber eyes gleam through the brush, the fur at the back of his neck stands high. He crouches, ready to pounce. It wasn't unheard of for cats to cover themselves in the markings to hide the scent of intrusion, and Wolfriddle was slightly paranoid. He counts down to three in his head and runs into the clearing, yowling "what do you want?". Then he realizes with embarrassment, the smell he didn't recognize was... herbs. It was the mca, Weaselpaw. "sorry." he says sheepishly.
Post by complacentdevil on Apr 19, 2021 23:01:35 GMT -5
The apprentice just about jumped when the warrior crashed through the underbrush, his icy blue eyes wide, his pupils slitted as he turned, his thick pelt bristling at the sudden intrusion. He yowled in defense, the sound a loud screech as he feared the worst, he knew he shouldn't have gone out into the territory this soon, at least not without Chestnutheart to guide him. He stood with his claws unsheathed, the tips buried in the dirt below him as he braced himself, but when no attack came he calmed a bit, surprised by the response of the other tom, "Oh.." he coughed, a wave of relief rolling through him as he realized that it was just a clanmate, he shook, his coat resting a bit, "It... Its okay..." he huffed, his tail tip twitching, "I still smell like Springclan Im sure," he explained, mostly to himself than the other, "I understand."
Wolfriddle furrows his face in confusion. "Springclan?" he asks, tilting a head. To be fair, Wolfriddle was kind of a himbo. Dumb, handsome, and athletic, but also kind. However, this also meant he paid absolutely no attention to anything that didn't throw itself at his face. The grey patchwork tom sits down for a moment, licking his shoulder to hide his embarrassment of this entire situation. He felt awful that he'd frightened the medicine cat apprentice, but he also was upset at himself for doing something so chaotically. "I-I'm Wolfriddle." He introduces himself, "and I'm sorry f-f-for almost attacking y-y-you." Wolfriddle also had a stutter, though it came out more when his emotions were high.
Post by complacentdevil on Apr 25, 2021 1:06:41 GMT -5
"Weaselpaw," the dusky tom offered, a look of confusion flickering in his eyes as he got a good look at the warrior, "It's alright, I'm from Springclan, I came here under an order of sorts from Starclan to help Chestnutheart..." he explained, knowing that Wolfriddle was probably just as confused as him. Weaselpaw wasn't one to go out and greet every one of his clanmates, he would probably get to know them all with time, it seemed cats would wind up visiting the medicine den for something or another at least once in their lives, why should he rush it? A bit of pity washed over him as he realized just how shaken up the warrior was, "I can get you some lavender or chamomile for your nerves if you'd like, you didn't scare me out of my wits at least," he chuffed, a tint of humour in his tone.
Wolfriddle gives a grateful smile. "Please. If you can." He attempts to steady his own breathing as well, still feeling sort of awful but not as bad knowing that the other tom was okay. The grey and white cat furrows his brow in confusion. He hadn't known that their medicine cat apprentice had come from another clan, though it didn't bother him at all. "Y-you really get o-orders from Starclan?" he asks in awe.
Post by complacentdevil on May 12, 2021 21:37:39 GMT -5
Weaselpaw nodded, "Unfortunately so, though theyre not all as clear as the one they sent to bring me here," he explained, continuing, "You can follow me, theres some herbs that grow closer to the big tree over yonder," the tom started off, hoping the other would follow without much further coaxing. Unlike his mentor, he could be rather brash, finding no use in small talk or bedside manner, things were easier... simple for him.
