What Do I Do Now? -open-

Character; Blizzardpaw
Disposition; Masculine, Drowsy
Word Count; 235

Blizzardpaw stretched out his legs as he scurried out of the apprentices den, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. He'd spent the former night patrolling, and even now he could feel the chilly wind nip at his heels through his short white pelt. Flicking his short tail, he felt mildly thankful that WindClan's camp sheltered him nicely from the coming leaf-bare. As he raised a paw to swipe across his slightly mussed up muzzle, Blizzardpaw noticed a foreign shape sitting in the dip that made the Clans gathering place.

The kittens pale fur stuck out against the sandy hollow, and even from his position well away Blizzardpaw could see it's frail frame. Vaugely intrigued, he found himself picking his way carefully across the clearing, ears pricked. The kit- a she-kit, he could smell now- was mewling softly, and he was surprised that no one had come to her aid yet. She can't be younger than me, but she is a bit tiny. He mused. Probably undernourished. He wasn't entirely sure what that word meant, but Mintpaw had used it.

Peachpaw had muttered to him that there were two rogues in the camp (though Blizzardpaw didn't much care at that moment) but he didn't realize they were kits. "Hello," he murmured, realizing as he neared her that she was fairly upset. Settling lightly down in front of her, he grinned and repeated the word. "Hello!"

Blizzardpaw lifted one of his long legs and drew a paw over his whiskers. He'd only slightly expected a ruder greeting, at was pleasantly surprised by her... kindness. Tipping his chin upwards, he grinned. "Of course, Kestrelstar wanted her strongest, most fierce warrior- Blizzardroar- to keep a close eye on a little scrap of prey," he snorted, flicking his tail and then wrapping it around his paws.

For a moment he became aware that she may not understand the joke, or even exactly what a warrior was, but he enjoyed the feeling of being intimidating even to a kit. His odd eyes usually left him a weakness to be teased with- though he didn't care about them in the slightest- and poking fun at this kitten was amusing enough for the moment.

Blizzardpaw giggled at her fluffed up pelt, completely prepared to correct himself and settle the scrap down, when the apprentice interrupted his prodding. He stifled slightly at the chastising, jutting out his lower lip and scooching back so as to face both her and the newcomer. "Awe, I was about to ask how she was, Patchpaw." After a moment he relaxed again and let a smaller smirk fall onto his face.



He realized that being a bit more sensitive might have been helpful, but he was just about to ask her that, dang. Glancing at Patchpaw for a moment, he purred. "Your sisters going to be fine while my brother's on the case." His whiskers twitched, pleased that he could speak kindly of Mintpaw.