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Twitchpaw
Ivyclan | Apprentice | Tom | 6 Moons | Heterosexual

Twitchpaw hadn't had an episode since Rookstar fell on the great ledge, he also hadn't slept since then.  His blue eyes were dull, surrounded by swollen eyelids and heavy bags.  The toms short creamy mink pelt was a disheveled mess, spiked more than usual.  He sat out in the clearing, lost in the limbo of being named an apprentice with no mentor.  He wasn't really sure if he was welcome in the apprentice den with his siblings, but didn't want to return to the sympathetic stares of the queens in the nursery.  The little kit was the least of the clans worries, losing their young leader with nine lives and having to sort out who of the five deputies would step forward. Twitchpaw knew he'd receive a mentor once things were worked out, but it meant nothing to the emotions he felt now.  He hadn't seen Owleyes since either, he almost wondered if he would ever see his dear friend ever again after she named him and faded from his view.  

His gaze was set blankly across camp, a small false smile on his lips.  Twitchpaw was a silly and happy cat; he had to be, he wouldn't have any friends if he was any weirder.  He had to be okay- he was okay, right?  He drew his long, thin tail around his flank.  His shoulders slumped as he lifted his chin to shift his eyes to someone's approach.  Twitchpaw offered a sympathetic grin.  

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Things had normalized inside of Vervainkit's little bubble rather quickly- Violetkit was always so strong, she could never feel unsafe with her around, and Volekit followed along nicely and was a kind if quiet brother. Her father had been around more than ever thanks to being relieved of deputyhood, and while her mother was clearly a little on edge, she was doing her best not to sew any of that into her interactions with her children. Truffletoes and Morelshine were a little bothered, still, perhaps, but they surely wouldn't be for too long. No, other families had fared far worse than her own- she couldn't imagine how that Foxfall guy felt, or Owlcry, or a certain tom who was just a bit older than her. He should've been an apprentice- technically, he had been named- but nobody was training him. For another day in a row, Vervainkit spotted Twitchpaw in his usual rut, forlorn in the middle of camp. With Violetkit still asleep, leaving her mind feeling a little lonely and drowsy, Vervainkit decided that it had been long enough- somebody had to talk to him.

"Hey, Twitchpaw," she called over, shuffling as fast as her youthfully short legs could carry her, slowing down to sit nearby. "You don't have to smile all of the time. It'll hurt your face eventually- Momma told me that once when I complained about it," she spoke softly, guessed he must not really feel up to smiling at all. Admittedly, she felt at a loss for what to do. She doubted he'd be very interested in playing just now, and she wasn't actually that good at communicating emotions with others yet, still reliant on her connection to Violetkit instead of learning how to read others normally. "Ummm," she swayed her shoulders side to side as she pondered out loud, "I don't think I'm allowed to leave camp but we could probably find something around here to do."

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Twitchpaw
Ivyclan | Apprentice | Tom | 6 Moons | Heterosexual

"Hey Vervainkit!" A soft chuckled passed through his throat, "Yeah, you're right," he mewed opening his jaw and twitching his whiskers to relieve his face.  Twitchpaw allowed his expression to fall relaxed now.  She seemed to be well enough, he supposed Rookstars death wouldn't have really affected her personally.  Her family probably, but she was young- thinking about it, if it hadn't occurred during his apprentice ceremony he probably wouldn't feel this way either.  He could tell she wasn't very comfortable trying to comfort him, he was grateful for her effort though.  

His head dipped to the side as she spoke, "To be honest, I don't think I'm allowed to go either.  Haha..." Twitchpaw stood and stretched, arching his back and flexing his toes.  His joints ached, it was such a funny feeling for the young cat to be stiff from sitting for so long.  The tom glanced around the clearing before his eyes fell on a particularly rocky part of camp, a tree behind marking the edge of the camp.  He strode forward, glancing back to Vervainkit, "We could play on the rocks, or I can show you how high I can get up that tree!"  His heart wasn't exactly into it, but he was trying, he mustered some enthusiasm for his words as he pointed his nose to where he was talking about.  He hadn't really tried climbing all that high yet, but he could try.  It would take his mind off things, "Can you climb?" he mewed back to her as he walked.