Midnightpaw
Shadowclan
She/her
22/100
While their clanmates gathered, Midnightpaw’s green gaze shifted for a few moments to watch their movements. Perhaps she would be able to pick out her brother in the crowd, or some of their other friends that she could call over to join them–and she found Batpaw. She watched for a few seconds as he practically wobbled his way into the clearing, letting out a quiet, humorous huff. His head was still all jumbled up from the hail, huh?
Opening her mouth to call out a greeting to him, something along the lines of,
‘c’mere, smelly!’, but before she could even make a sound he had shot them a dirty look instead. Her mouth immediately shut with an audible little
snap, and she stuck her nose up into the air before she pivoted herself to face Rufflepaw entirely.
Stupid Batpaw! Always being mean, never giving her a lick of respect! He’s lucky that he even has the benefit of being considered my friend.
With her silent hissy fit being out of the way, she shot Rufflepaw a lopsided smile.
“Maybe it’s just the same old meeting stuff… Ceremonies and what-not… And as always, saving the interesting things for last.”
And, yeah, she was right. There was a warrior ceremony and a couple of apprentice ceremonies–
yay!
[ @
Leafy @
silver. for bat mention ]