camp AND I'LL FLY // boasting

[STORMYWING]

"I'm gonna do it." The words drip with confidence, hazel eyes shining as they scan the group of apprentices she's eating with. She's on her paws now, half-eaten shrew abandoned on the ground as her whiskers quiver with a grin. "I'm gonna climb to the top of the Great Sycamore." Many say it's impossible, others say they've done it themselves, and some have only heard stories of it being done. But Barkjaw has taught her everything he knows about climbing trees and she's set on proving her skills.

"Do you think the warriors in SkyClan will tell tales of me when I do it?" She puffs her chest out, curling her tail haughtily over her back as her grin grows even wider. Gosh...that would be cool....Her gaze is already seeking out the camp entrance, her mind traveling out to the forest, through the well-trodden trails, and up the branches of that mighty tree. It's her destiny. ThunderClan will know her name for generations!​

 

[freckleflame]

at first, she does not speak. thick, fluffy cheeks are too packed full of scraps and meat, the squirrel splayed open between ginger kissed paws already gnawed down to its jutting ribs. she is sprawled upon one heavy flank, warm sun bathing the russet - tinged void of her figure — remnants of her meal slicken fur to her squared muzzle and for a moment she only swipes a wide, pink tongue rapidly over dewy maw. the great sycamore? yeah, right! reaching the top branches had only ever been an ambitious kit’s tale.. and besides, if anyone were to reach the peak of that towering tree, it would be her.

a hooked claw slips from overgrown tufts jutting from her toes, whiskers twitching as she lifts a lip and pokes at a strip of chestnut fur lodged between canines, ” yah, for sure. “ the girl speaks, seaglass luminaries lifting from her meal to grin crookedly at the molly across from her. an elbow shoves out, nudging the apprentice lying closest to her as if urging them to get a load of this, look! despite their proximity, ” legend’ll say no one’s ever fit more bees in their brain when you bust your tail! “

《 ⠀ CONVO 𖤓 VISUAL ⠀ 》

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• FRECKLEPAW ——— ⠀ 𓍊𓋼 ⠀ . ׁ
  f. she / her. apprentice of thunderclan, daughter of sunfreckle and rabbitnose. fluffy cream tabby / tortoiseshell chimera with seaglass eyes. her namesake shows shows himself in shades of vibrant russet, doused in swathes of shadow and interwoven with ribbons pale cream. unspecified maine coon heritage from sunfreckle’s side brings her to a size expected of a thunderclanner — with large, round paws and tufted, long - furred toes upon thick, tabby - splotched limbs. reaching adolescence, kittish fuzz has lengthened, allowing her bulk to appear deceivingly fluffy, concealing layers of toned muscle in licks of red - orange.
  
  𖦹 . lesbian, single with no crush. smells like warm stone and oak leaves.
  𖦹 . nine moons, ages on the 25th. thunderclan apprentice. mentored by wolfwind.
  
  penned by antlers​
  
  
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[PRICKLEFLOWER]

PRICKLEFLOWER ♀​ ♥ ♥ ♡ ♡ ♡​

The tabby had just finished grooming a knot out of her fur when she overhears the apprentices chattering. She glances over and immediately spots Frecklepaw, and to her disdain Stormypaw. That girl was a rascal and Prickleflower almost always suspected her to be up to something. The moment you took your attention off that one she was getting into some sort of trouble or StarClan knows what. Now to her peers she boasts about climbing the Great Sycamore, Frecklepaw agrees before mumbling something completely inaudible to another apprentice. Getting up from where she sat she prowls over, ”You want a bunch of kittypets to praise you? That’s not shooting very high.” Prickleflower points out, her words putting a damper on the mood. Though in her own way, she was telling Stormypaw to shoot higher, even a girl like her could do better than being a kittypet legend. She glances around knowing some may not take kindly to her insult of SkyClan, but she was a she-cat who spoke her mind unfiltered.

 

[Brackenpaw]

Picking apart the against the tawny colored fur of a plump vole, he begrudgingly had agreed to himself to sit with his fellow apprentices as they all shared a meal. Silence had befallen among them, all too busy devouring their share of the prey until a grating voice pipes adjacent to him. Brackenpaw shifts a lazy cerulean gaze upon the gray and white tabby, his expression rather bored as she boasts. The young tom visibly rolls his eyes at Stormypaw with her foolish outlook, thinking she of all ThunderClan could even climb the Great Sycamore. As if, he says wordlessly just as a sharp elbow nudges into his shoulder. Liquid eyes become icy for a brief moment as they land on Frecklepaw, but he very much agreed with her. So, he returns her jest with a twitch of a grin upon pink lips and nods his head in agreement. "Yeah, right Stormypaw." He begins with a pinched nose, crinkling as if he had just smelled something foul. Like Stormypaw's breath.
"A cat like you wouldn't even make it to the first branch, much less to the top—not with your origins." He spats the word out, just thinking of it had developed a sour taste in his mouth, wanting to leave his scraps for whoever else was hungry enough. "You're better off doing something more simple, like begging for those rabbit pellets they call food. We don't need to be wasting herbs for your idiocy." Kittypets and kittypet born cats were useless, nothing but Two-Leg toys for them to play with and then throw out when they were done. Stormypaw needed to learn her place, needed to know that she could never be successful like a cat born within ThunderClan. You want a bunch of kittypets to praise you? That’s not shooting very high. His gaze flits to Prickleflower as she interjects, and though her words may have meant something else, he takes it into his own and twists it to his advantage. "Of course she does, Prickleflower. She wants all her little friends to notice her." The pale tom snickers, his festures twisting in a grimaced smile.

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[ YOU'RE GONNA GO FAR KID ]​

 

[PEBBLESTEP]

A soft smile was on the lilac tom's maw as he listened to his sister speak, Pebblepaw himself idling near a den wall where he intended to make reinforcements for someone who asked. He was as hungry as the rest of the apprentices but had committed to being one of the last in the clan to eat, a fate he was fine with when meals were distributed on usefulness. There wasn't much the older apprentice had felt he'd done right lately. His ears twitched as opinions began flying Stormypaw's way, his fidgeting becoming less and less prominent the more each voice rang through his ears. The first was mocking, the second was insulting, the third... StarClan, Pebblepaw didn't even know what to call the third one. He felt his heart race and paws grow less accustomed to the ground they were placed upon, one such limbing coiling up and remaining clutched to his chest. Any insult to Stormypaw was an insult to him and the lilac tom grit his teeth knowing that, no matter who his mentor was or who was impressed with him, he'd always just be a kittypet in the eyes of his home.

But, it shouldn't have to be that way for Stormypaw. Stormypaw, who'd done more for her clan than any of these creatures combined. Claws unsheathed and sheathed in nervous contemplation before, with a hearty 'Ok... here goes', Pebblepaw turned around and took a few paces forwards. "That's enough." He mewed, brows furrowed in a thinly concealed anger. "N-No one asked for your opinions on kittypets, Stormypaw's been a loyal ThunderClanner since the day we joined, and she can kick your tail-end in a fight." Pebblepaw didn't doubt it for a second, his siblings had always been exceptional, beacons of excellence that he negatively compared himself to on a near-daily basis. They didn't deserve to be hated for something they couldn't control. Wide eyes that looked to be on the verge of tears (though how different that was to his normal expression was anyone's guess) looked towards his sister. There was a smile, reassuring when he knew she was strong enough to not need it, hopeful when he knew she was aware of the loyalty he held towards his family. He turned his back on the aggressors, ear pinned back for fear of further conflict. "I bet even the faraway moors will hear of your climbing skills." Pebblepaw laughed a humourless laugh.

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[Cloudyfur]

Swallowing the last of her mouse, Cloudypaw met her sister's words with a nervous glance up the Great Sycamore. "I'm sure they will." She agreed hesitantly. Her sister was a wonderful climber and she had complete faith in her skills. She also knew, however, that Stormypaw had ambition to match her skill. "Just, um, be careful, alright?" Hopefully, her gentle words of caution could temper her sister's worse instincts.

Then she blinked, as the other apprentices chimed in.

Her ears flattened back against her head and her eyes widened in disbelief. Since coming to Thunderclan, her and her sibling's had been insulted for being kittypets before. This, however, was the worst of it that she had ever heard. Her gaze flickered between Frecklepaw, Brackenpaw, and Prickleflower, and for a moment she was speechless.

Then Pebblepaw stepped forward.

"Y-Yeah!" Cloudypaw squeaked, jumping to her paws to back up her brother. Standing at his side she did her best to look fierce. Though, with her fur standing on end and her eyes wide, she really just looked scared. She really hated confrontation, and if she had been the one they had been talking about she wouldn't have said anything. Even if Pebblepaw had. But she wasn't just going to stand by and let anyone insult her family. "Y-you don't know what you're talking about!"​

 

[STORMYWING]

Stormypaw's smug grin immediately falls into a disgruntled frown as Frecklepaw pokes fun at her. She has nothing against the other she-cat; in fact, she can get along with her usually, but she does not like the lack of support. "Oh yeah?" She challenges with a sharp tilt of her head, lips pursing grumpily. When Prickleflower approaches with her snide comment, the apprentice can only twitch her ears backwards and frown. "They may be kittypets but everyone in the forest knows they're the best tree climbers," She points out in a rare moment of appreciation for any other clan besides her own.

Brackenpaw joins in, going as far as to question her skills because of her kittypet roots and it's enough to get the she-cat on her paws, pelt bristling. "You wanna say that again?" She yaps, scratchy voice cracking as it shoots too high. He continues to taunt her and it works, her tail lashing behind her and her teeth bared in an enraged snarl. She'd be on him in a heartbeat if it hadn't been for her brother piping up. She looks to him with a look of surprise, the normally nervous tom striding forward with a look of rare courage as he stands up for her. His words carve a grin onto her face and she tips her chin up with pride, only amplified when Cloudypaw backs him up. Finally, she turns her narrow eyes back onto Brackenpaw and huffs arrogantly, chest puffing out. "I can out-climb you anytime, anywhere, bark-breath!"​