[Poprock]

Moonpaw
He/him || 6 Moons || Purrks: Chill of death

"Your name will be like no others because you are like no other."

Moonmeadow's words rung in Moonpaw's head like the call of a bird in the early morning. It made his pelt feel all sizzly warm, as if he had been laying on the sun.
He was a cat with twelve other blood siblings, almost all of which sported a dark coat like him. Since birth Moonpaw had blended into the background in the clans eyes. If he wanted attention, he had to seek it out. If he wanted praise, he had to be extraordinary. What had he done just now to earn such high approval? And why did the comment give him such weird but good feelings? The apprentice decided to keep his thoughts to himself (for the first time in his young life), instead nodding enthusiastically at the older Moon's offer of training.

The rest of the patrol was uneventful, with Moonmeadow seeking out the correct herbs and Moonpaw carefully watching from the sidelines. His own stash was clenched tightly in his jaws. Didn't want to lose any of Momma's stuff! Oh she was gonna be so happy!!!

He didn't bother to dispose of his extra treasures, but made a note of which one's he was actually supposed to bring back. Maybe Momma could decorate her nest with them! Or uhhhh something else! Girls liked all that frilly stuff right? He padded happily after the two warriors all the way back to camp.

@Dolomedes @Morrigan