camp ☆.𓋼𓍊 EATING TOOTHPASTE & BLUE PLAYDOUGH | INTRO 𓍊𓋼𓍊.☆

[Russetpaw]

RUSSETPAW

HE/HIM WINDCLAN APPRENTICE

Oh, how he relished the sensation of the grotesque, wriggling, slimy wretches coiling in a frenzy upon a curled tongue. Yes, the world did not appreciate them for what they were, blind eyes cast to the things that brought the earth such retribution. They were the trash, the rot, the all-consuming... today, they would be the gift of satiation. Found nestled between blown out sediment and violently torn from their claustrophobic abode by frenzied claws- desperate- his, all his! Unlike his fellow tunnelers, he appreciated and marveled at the lowly and diseased.

He could change their minds, he could! Truly, surely, certainly- they would learn to love the unlovable- to taste the filth of Starclan's worthless creation and savor the taste of the volatile. The thought of faces twisted in disgust, bile rising from taut bellies and searing through their tender throats, the sound of sticky gags permeating the air...seeping, seeping into tufted ears... Oh! His stocky tail would curl with amusement at the thought alone! Imagine the fruit he might bear from the seeds planted from generosity. Yes, how selfless he was, to bring such a rare delicacy to a pile of common, everyday bores. He would enter camp with a jagged gait, skipping forward with unveiled glee straight to the fresh-kill pile. When, once close enough, he would spit his catch onto the very top of it, eyes slit with unveiled pleasure as a string of sludge fell unceremoniously from a serrated chasm.

They erupted from him in a convulsed cascade, sliding downwards into their own wriggling heap- their sludge oozing into everything beneath it, infectious, contaminating the purified with its blight. Ruin, ruination, this is what they were!

Worms.

ooc:

Russetpaw brings worms to the fresh-kill pile thinking at least one person would ever crave slime spaghetti...

accordion

Russetpaw is a chocolate lynx point / lilac chimera. He has a compact but well-muscled build, along with large, tufted ears and a stocky tail
gladefrost x slateheart / sibling to moonpaw, stormpaw, ryepaw / nibling to mourningpaw, weepingpaw, vulturepaw
mentored by brackenscar / mentoring none
7 moons old as of 3/1/2025

penned by sloane

 

[THISTLEPAW !]

THISTLEPAW

HE/HIM WINDCLAN APPRENTICE

Thistlepaw had found it hard to find much use around after the death of Scorchstorm. The deputy, his cousin, the one he expected to see rise into leadership one day. It was unusual, to see the seal-point moping around camp, but this moon had been death after death after death. He is disheveled, today - not bothering to even groom his fur properly - as he pads towards the prey-pile, his stomach growling loudly like a monster. When was the last time he'd eaten?

He doesn't process the sight, at first. Of worms atop prey, alive and squirming. It's disgusting. "What the fuck?" He barks, steel eyes locking into form of Russetpaw. Giddy, proud of what he's done. Thistlepaw bares his teeth at the other apprentice, grabbing a pawful of worms and throwing them at him. "No one wants these. What's your problem, half-clanner? You're ruining all the prey!" He remembers the day Slateheart brought the kits into camp, his own, from the look he'd had on his face.

ooc:

Sorry about him + he's assuming the slatefrost kits are wind/loner

accordion

Thistlepaw is a short, prickly-furred seal-point apprentice of WindClan.
venomstrike x rattleheart / sibling to splinterpaw, breezepaw, crunchypaw and bunnyglow / nephew to scorchstar
mentored by gravelsnap
11 moons old as of 02/02/2025

penned by nocthymia

 

[breezepaw]

:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·: breezepaw's ears prick to the sound of conflict. more specifically, her brother yelling, his teeth snapping and a white paw flying through the air to send something flying towards russetpaw. the way her eyes widen and breath stills is far from intentional yet it happens all the same.

the molly swallows as she stands, glancing around for anyone else who may have seen this. anyone else who could put a stop to it without her having to risk her own tail. she remembers what she heard cats saying. how thistlepaw had launched at splinterpaw, his own blood. she had tiptoed around the two subsequently, desperately clinging to whatever normalcy remained. breezepaw didn't want that to end over a stupid pile of worms.

"thistlepaw," she greets him warily, sending a passing glance to russetpaw. there was a subtle apology wrought between the crease of her brow. thistlepaw was hurting, they all were. but it wasn't an excuse for whatever this was. "is everything okay?" as soon as the question is out she wants to choke on it. she had meant it as a way to subtly weave herself into this conflict, to listen and hear his side in a way that wasn't screaming through camp. but the moment her teeth parted for the last word she realized her question was too broad, of course everything wasn't okay.

breezepaw skirts around the duo, quickly glancing over the freshkill pile and locking in on an unclaimed rabbit. "here, share this with me?" any excuse to draw him away from the conflict. especially before someone else came, or a grieving scorchstar herself rounded the clearing and was forced to face this mess.

BREAK A MIRROR / / ✧ ROLL THE DICE‎ ‎‎ ☽✧:·.

• ooc ✧
• 
• BREEZEPAW✧ SHE/HER, WINDCLAN TUNNELER APPRENTICE, 11 ☾.
  

  a small, yet leggy shorthaired blue point chimera with icy eyes and a long tail. as she grows older, more and more of her time is spent underground, honing the craft that she believes will bring her closer to her mother's legacy. breezepaw is the daughter of RATTLEHEART † and VENOMSTRIKE, sister to THISTLEPAW, BUNNYGLOW, SPLINTERPAW, and CRUNCHYPAW. she is currently mentored by HARESONG ( NPC ).​

  ✧ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ battle info
  ✧ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[HALFKIT]

Halfkit was usually stuck in her own little world full of make-believe senarios. She strolled around camp finding something to cure her boredom if not her own imagination. Halfkit remained to herself for the most part and rarely interacted with others--finding comfort in playing by herself but also not minding if a someone here or there interacted with her. As she was on her daily circling of camp, something had snapped her back into reality. It was Thistlepaw's scoff that caught her attention. Her ears pointed towards the commotion and subconciously she inched towards the slowly forming group to see what was going on. It was mainly apprentices. She was cautious around apprentices due to their placement in the hierarchy, how they "above" her. But this situation was drawing her in. Yet they weren't that far apart. After all she was just a step away from being deemed apprentice.

Once she approached, she noticed the squirming of the worms, how they were tossed away from the fresh-kill pile. She looked from Thistlepaw, then to Russetpaw, to Thistlepaw again, and right back to Russetpaw. She was calculating what exactly was going on and concluded that Russetpaw probably likes to eat bugs... Or something. Weirdo, she thought, but who was Halfkit to judge? Thistlepaw was clearly not happy with Russetpaw's acquired taste, and thought again, Rude-O. Best not get on this guys bad side.

"So like... Does it taste good? Is that why you put it there?" Halfkit inquired with her voice dripping with confusion. She shrugged, but you could clearly see the distain on her face. "I mean... I'm pretty open minded." Halfkit looked over to Breezepaw and gave her that look. The look that says, what the heck is going on? And also begs the question, what do you know about all of this?​

 

[SPLINTERPAW.]

SHOULDA TAKEN A BREAK, NOT AN OXFORD COMMA​

---

splinterpaw finds themself more and more on edge, anger spinning within their heart like a worn out loop thst doesn't stop turning and tightening it's grip on the fragile flesh that they once truly let lead them around. not anymore. it's caged, now, bound by thorns and squeezing with every heartbeat, bleeding into their very being. no one is immune to their anger, though it seems to manifest in different ways for different cats. with a low growl, splinterpaw stands in front of russetpaw– idiot just doesn't know when to knock it off, does he?– and stares right at their brother. what a cat he was becoming.

"oh, knock it off, thistlepaw. you're not higher nor more mighty than any poor fucking sap in this star forsaken clan. stop acting like it."

to be called a halfclanner was insulting enough but stars above, why did thistlepaw need to act like he was holier than thou? it wasn't a good look. nothing matters but strength and smarts, and right now it seemed like thistlepaw was losing his clawed grip on both of these things. it did not matter where one came from. it mattered what they did, and their loyalty to the clan they served.

with a snort, they turn towards russetpaw, aiming to bat at the younger apprentice with a sheathed paw at the back of his head.

"hey, harebrain. would it kill you to take anything serious for a bit? you're gonna get someone sick."

they shake their head and snort at the sound of halfkit.

"don't eat worms, kid. they're not good for you. or do. see if i care."

​

 

[Russetpaw]

RUSSETPAW

HE/HIM WINDCLAN APPRENTICE

A tenuous figure made its presence known by the sound of dragging paws- moping, the culprit- grief if you were to be technical. But Russetpaw was anything but, what a boring outlook, to see the world only as it presented itself on the surface. The surface... a place he did not belong, surely, a mirror of the worms so graciously gifted to his clan only to be thrown back to the pit of what was undesired. It was silly, funny even, that Thistlepaw would turn a noxious eye towards rotted offerings... he was the rot itself- Russetpaw could see it, smell it, taste it's phantom flavor upon a curled tongue- from the inside, he was but a corpse. Seeping, seeping... the decay from within was seeping out unceremoniously, embarrassingly.

He did not falter when slapped in the face with his divine benefaction, the way they slid from his dirt-riddled muzzle and left to the mercy of mother nature's cradled grasp evoking an eruption of satisfaction. Of course! This is what Russetpaw had come to expect, the unveiled disdain within Thistlepaw's eyes causing his stomach to flip with glee. Oh, but he was blind... blind to the world, blind to those around him, to even himself. An animal, just as he was! Self control cast aside in favor of emotion... you were nothing more than a wild, feral animal.

"Half-clanner...?" Flax eyes trailed to his own pelt, checking for what was never once there to begin with. Faux ignorance broken up by a lilt brought on by feverish energy. "Seem pretty whole to me." A crooked grin broke apart angular features, an animal of his very own. "Maybe- Maybe it's you who's missing half of something. Brains, I figure." He would learn forward, anticipation causing his breath to catch within a taut throat- dirt, soil clogging his fragile innards- a taunt, silently willing this monster to tear away the veil it's latched so tightly, desperately on to.

The earthly tom would back away only when Breezepaw revealed herself, her words more gentle than what Thistlepaw deserved. How fascinating! To extend such a tender hand to one who would have very well torn it to pieces. No matter, if one wished to throw themselves willingly to the derelict and insane, who was he to judge? Bravery, courage... delusion, to see him as anything beyond what he put forth on the surface. They were similar in that way, it was true! And yet, their differences... incomprehensible. A fox and a hound, one rabid, and the other... afraid.

"So like... Does it taste good? Is that why you put it there?" Came the squeak of an inquiry. What a juvenile question! Was it not obvious? "No." The crack of vertebrae within a stiffened neck, the swivel of a body to face what was still so new. How foolish of him to expect one so new to the world to comprehend intention. "Taste. Only one of six senses. These- These-" Mulch-dipped paws slammed against the slimy, wriggling pile before him- pink fleshed demons expelled in an instant- reduced to an amalgamation of sun-bleached melt. "They're meant to be felt." Inside and out, through consumption, sure! But beyond that... something much more simple. Scooping up squelching remains newly stained with peat, he extended a grotesque offering in the direction of Halfkit. "Try for yourself?" How capable was she? How willing?

He could not continue, interrupted by the swat of a familiar paw. It did not harm him, and even if it did, he would have laughed all the same. What kind of a life might he lead if he could not find some kind of humor in the volatile and twisted. Unfulfilled, he was certain! His cackle was that of a jackdaws, cries cast from a land not of their own. It scored the ears, an uncoordinated beat amidst an otherwise undisturbed breeze. He liked Splinterpaw, he did! They saw him for what he made little effort to be seen as, purely himself. The fact that they didn't care for Thistlepaw's ever spewing poison was just an added bonus! Yes, Thistlepaw was something akin to a friend, if he ever felt inclined to use such a word. Sacred, to most... to him, just another string of jibberish thrown about to connect. His connection to others was not so trivial, no... it was felt, just as he could feel the worms. Inside of him, an incessant contortion of writhing which maneuvered him both beneath the ground and above. With a smile, he would face his... friend, snaggletooth caught upon blackened lips. "You only need to be sick once, Thistlepaw! Body'll get used to it after the first few times. Best not to chew, if you want the full experience." A glance at Halfkit. Feel, had a whole new meaning now.

ooc:

—

accordion

Russetpaw is a chocolate lynx point / lilac chimera. He has a compact but well-muscled build, along with large, tufted ears and a stocky tail
gladefrost x slateheart / sibling to moonpaw, stormpaw, ryepaw / nibling to mourningpaw, weepingpaw, vulturepaw
mentored by brackenscar / mentoring none
7 moons old as of 3/1/2025

penned by sloane

 

[Mallowtail]

MALLOWTAIL

WINDCLAN LEAD WARRIOR

As the camp was a flurry of activity, Mallowtail was lounging in the warm sunlight. Her long tail idly flicks, and her honey-gold eyes hardly open before Thistlepaw's scathing remarks reverberate throughout the camp. Was Thistlepaw and Splinterpaw arguing once again? Much to her surprise, Thistlepaw was redirecting his anger at Russetpaw, and the commotion had attracted a few others. A sigh leaves her lips as she rouses from her spot and takes a stretch before padding over with a serious expression lacing her delicate features. "Thistlepaw," she starts as she glances at him before flicking her gaze at Halfkit momentarily. "Watch your language. We don't call anyone half-clanners. We all share the same blood and bleed the same color." The cream sepia would remark with a semi-disappointed frown on her face. How cruel could one be to judge one based on their origins? If only Rattleheart was still around... maybe his kittens would know that hate would get them nowhere in life.

"Russetpaw, I appreciate you bringing us worms, but don't put them in the freshkill pile next time, okay?" The moorrunner would state as she offers a small smile to the chocolate-toned apprentice. Maybe with Slateheart's death, this was Russetpaw's way of releasing his grievances with the loss of his father. The particular group of apprentices with the exception of Breezepaw seemed to be pawful at times, and she hopes that they could all take a note from the she-cat's behavior. She rolls her shoulders as she glances at Halfkit, pondering the worm situation, followed by Splinterpaw's remark and Russetpaw edging her on to try it. "Ah, um... let's not any worms, Halfkit. You can play with them, but don't eat any. They won't help you grow big and strong~" God, where were the other warriors at in this situation? Mallowtail was doing her best to not offend anyone and overstep their boundaries or make it seem like they were pointing claws at someone. What would Scorchstar do in this situation?

i. ooc