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Re: ThunderClan Clearing
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Originally Posted by kairosclerosis
nettlepaw
Nettlepaw was pacing around the clearing for a few moments, however, they paused upon their gaze meeting the lilac pelt and distracted olive eyes of a cat they.. somewhat recognised. They didn’t exactly know who thsi cat was, but they knew they’d heard their name somewhere. She seemed.. familiar.
Something-freckle..
Moonfreckle- NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT. WRONG CAT. WRONG. CAT.
Nettlepaw shook their head. Who was this? They racked their brain for a moment, before remembering the cat-watching molly. Violetfreckle? Yeah, that was it. Probably. Hopefully that was right.
They approached Violetfreckle calmly, before sitting a comfortable distance away from her as to not encroach on her personal space. They were pretty sure she was Bumblestar’s mate, and by Starclan she would hate getting into trouble with her.
“…Hello.. Violetfreckle.” they mewed shyly, awkwardly turning to look at the she-cat. “How are.. you?”
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•° Violetfreckle °•
Rapid Recovery • Collector • Lucky Duck T3 • Bewitched
Man. She sure was interacting with a whole lotta kits lately. It seemed like she couldn't be seen in public without some kid asking her for training or telling her hi. The tabby cat flicked her ear before blinking once, twice, three times. Who was this? Violetfreckle was quiet for a long moment while she racked her brain, olive eyes darting to the ground. Oh. Wait. Wait? This cat had something to do with the one who was yelling about some star cat a couple moons ago. (Man, had it really been that long?)
Nettlepaw. That was it. With Ash...paw. Whisper. Whisper? Nah, 'paw. "Nettlepaw," She returned the greeting, meeting the younger cat's eyes. She glanced up and around at the clearing again before returning her gaze to the apprentice. "I'm... fine." Short. Curt. To the point. "What do you want from me? Trainin'? 'Cause I'm on break." She punctuated the statement with a long yawn. Not that she was tired, just that she wanted to make a point.
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