Nutfur

Nutfur is a pretty, brown-and-black tabby she-cat with a white tail-tip, chin, throat, a plumy tail, and dark amber eyes.
==Personality==
Nutfur is a bit shy - she has trouble speaking to cats she doesn't know, and often feels like she should be saying more than she does. She often tends to avoid large groups, and when she has to be part of them she'll stick close to the cats she knows and listen. She likes to find out about the goings-on in the Clan, often staying in one place and pretending to take a nap or eating slowly just to eavesdrop on other cat's conversations. She likes to think of herself like a fly on the wall, finding out about various things going on in the Clan and interested in checking up on the lives of other cats. However, she isn't partial to spreading rumors, and if she knows that a cat is saying something wrong about another cat she will do her best to put that rumor to rest without saying that she knows for a fact whatever they're saying is wrong, as she doesn't want to let other cats know things that a cat in question wouldn't want others to know. Once she opens up to a cat, she's very friendly cat who cares deeply for her friends, always wanting to check up on them and make sure that there's nothing bothering them. If there's a problem that she can easily fix, she'll do it without asking for anything in return, simply wanting her friends to be happy. She's a very physical cat, offering shoulder-bumps and nuzzles and sometimes even leaning on other cats when she feels the need for it. She's happy to joke around with others or simply chat with them, as she enjoys spending time with her friends. She's also very playful, always trying to convince others into playing a game with her, whether it be mossball or tag or just wrestling - when it comes to wrestling, specifically, that is something she will take past her kithood and into her apprenticeship and warriorhood, as well. When it comes to her apprenticeship, she will have a single-minded determination to be the best of the best - not because she thinks she has to, but because she wants to protect her friends and her Clan as well as she can. There will be times where she'll stay up for days on end just to make sure that she has a fighting move down pat or catching prey for the Clan (when it comes to hunting, especially during leafbare or famines), and will have to be dragged into the apprentice's den or goaded into eating a meal. She'll end up becoming defensive of her Clan and friends, not taking insults lightly, even if she doesn't have a short temper or anything of the sort. She can be protective when she needs to be, but most of the time she accepts that the cats around her are strong enough to protect themselves, but if they are sick or injured she can change in a heartbeat to becoming a protective and caring cat - almost like a mother, at times - and once that cat is healed she can change back to her normal self just as quickly.
== Long Posts ==
=== noot worries about her most baby friend ===
Nutfur was sitting in an out of the way spot across the camp from the apprentices' den, grooming her pelt and glancing up at the den periodically. With the Gathering having happened last night, she knew that plenty of cats were taking the opportunity to sleep in, but she wanted to take some time out of the day to spend with her younger friends - if they could get away from training, that was. Now that Poppypaw had learned how to hunt, they could finally go on the hunting trip they had talked about while she was still in the nursery. She just had to wait for them to wake up. Her ears perked as Swiftpaw exited the den, shaking out her fur and her jaws parting in a yawn. The warrior got to her paws and padded over to her friend, offering her a smile.
"Good morning, Swiftpaw," she greeted her.
The apprentice blinked sleepy eyes at the older cat. "Hi, Nutfur," she returned.
"Is Poppypaw still asleep?" the tabby questioned with a tilt of her head. "I was thinking that the three of us could go out hunting."
"Poppypaw isn't in the den," Swiftpaw informed her. The warrior blinked, her ears flicking back on her head for a moment.
"What?"
"Maybe she went out training?" the apprentice tried.
Nutfur shook her head. "No, Firesong's still asleep," she meowed. "He hasn't left the warriors' den, and I saw him in there when I left."
"Chores, maybe?"
"Maybe," Nutfur agreed. "Come on, let's go check." She turned and padded over towards the elder's den without waiting for Swiftpaw's response, but she could hear the other cat's pawsteps trailing along behind her all the same. She approached the elders' den first, sticking her head inside. Beside her, Swiftpaw did the same thing.
No Poppypaw. It looked like no apprentice had been in there yet, either.
"I'll come in here later," Swiftpaw promised, her voice low as to not disturb any of the elders. "Maybe they'll tell me some stories."
"Maybe," Nutfur returned, only half-realizing that she had spoken. She pulled away from the mouth of the den, trotting over to the nursery and sticking her head inside of it, just as she had done to the previous den she'd checked.
No Poppypaw. Only sleeping queens and kits.
She backed away from the den, looking back at Swiftpaw. Concern was starting to gnaw at her, making her fur start to fluff and her eyes go wide. "Are you sure she wasn't in the apprentices' den?"
Swiftpaw nodded her head. "Yeah," she meowed.
"You go check the other dens, then," Nutfur ordered. "I'll look around the rest of camp."
Again, Swiftpaw nodded, trotting off towards the warriors' den. Nutfur watched as she left for a few moments before she began her own search. She retreated to the edges of camp, sniffing around for any trace of her friend's scent but finding nothing. She checked even the most seculded corners of camp, the ones that no one thought of as good places to rest or relax, the ones that no one cared to know about or saw no significance in. She even craned her neck upwards, looking to the top of the High Boulder and to the branches of the nursery.
No Poppypaw.
Swiftpaw trotted back to the warrior, shaking her head. "She's not in any of the other dens," she reported. "I even checked Halfstar's den."
Nutfur shook her head. "No - no, she has to be here," she meowed, her voice firm. For a moment, she thought of the kit she had saved from the fire - the kit who took the first opportunity to burrow herself into her pelt once the two of them were safe. Even though Poppypaw was an apprentice now, capable of taking care of herself, she couldn't help but to worry about her. "I'm going to check the dens again," she meowed, bounding towards the apprentices' den. She slipped inside, but froze once she was there, waiting for Swiftpaw to catch up with her. Once she did, she asked, "Which nest is her's?"
Swiftpaw pointed with her muzzle. "That one."
Nutfur nodded her head, slipping passed a few still-sleeping apprentices - Windpaw twitched in his sleep when she brushed by him, letting out a huff, but he didn't react other than that. She dipped her head to sniff at Poppypaw's nest, her eyes narrowing.
"It smells like she hasn't been here all night," she murmured.
"I came into the den before she did," Swiftpaw told her.
"She has to be somewhere in camp," Nutfur meowed. She turned and padded back the way she came, her anxiously-flicking tail whipping Windpaw in the face, causing him to snap his eyes open. He lifted a paw to push her tail away, grumbling a sleepy complaint, but she didn't care to pause and listen to him. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the tom shoot Swiftpaw a questioning look, but the other she-cat only shrugged her shoulders in response. She slipped out of the den again, rushing around camp, sticking her head into dens and sniffing around the edges and corners and crannies of camp, glancing up at the High Boulder of the branches of the nursery as she searched.
She made three whole rounds of the camp.
No Poppypaw.
Swiftpaw was standing at the mouth of the apprentices' den, waiting for her. The warrior padded up to her, feeling her heart pounding in her chest with her worry, her breath coming more fast and a bit more erratic than it should have been.
"She's not here," she concluded. The apprentice nodded her head in agreement, but said nothing. "She has to be in the territory, then - if we both go, we could cover more ground."
Swiftpaw nodded again. "Let's go, then," she mewed.
Nutfur sucked in a deep breath in an attempt to try and calm herself down - one that didn't work, but she didn't take the time to process that fact - before she turned and led the way out of camp, the sound of her friend's pawsteps following after her.
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