[Willowfern]

Stingpaw
He/Him - 6 Moons, ThunderClan
Silver Tongue [Tier One]

Sting lifted his head at the sound of a meeting call. A rather informal one, but that was to be expected with Bumblestar’s rougher personality. Which Stingpaw respected to no end. After all, he had one himself. He greatly appreciated Bumblestar’s lack of hesitance to be exactly who she was. It was an inspiration, really. Told Sting that he was on the right track. Even if he did have to be a lil… not genuine if he was gonna get where he wanted in life.

He went and sat by the Stormcrest, spiky tail curling around his paws, posture slightly slouched but still attentive. After a moment, he moved to a loaf. If he was gonna listen to this, he might as well be comfortable doing it. His ears were pricked up, though, and he was focused on Bumblestar. She was one of the few cats he actually cared to listen to ‘round here. Well, her and the other high ranks. And Risingstorm. His mentor was pretty cool, he had to admit. Even if he’d never say so aloud. He was aloof. Nonchalant. He had to keep that up.

[ Open, but it’ll be lower priority ]