camp Angry Pipsqueak 101 [intro]

[Bristlekit]

WILLING TO SACRIFICE​

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When the boy stepped into the clearing, the smell of the wind was different than the day before. A rain had showered cold earth over night, and now the chill in the morning air was accompanied by a thick mist. White mitten paws press lightly against cold, rough earth as the tiny tabby frame makes his way toward the fresh-kill pile. There wasn't much there, other than a rather large rabbit, certainly large enough to feed three adult cats if not more. As much as Bristlekit would love to bite into a morsel that was nearly the size of a warrior, he knew he didn't have the strength or size to drag the thing away from the pile. The next thing he sees is a robin, a bit scrawny but otherwise fine. It's stiff from spending the night on the pile, but it was more than enough to feed a three month old pipsqueak such as him.

Bristlekit drags the bird a few feet away, before he begins plucking vibrant feathers from flesh. He had no desire to eat the feathers, after all. No, his breakfast lied underneath. So for now, he settled for making quite the mess of things, the wind picking up his discarded feathers to scatter them across the clearing.​

 

[Galeforce]

↞ RACE THE WINDS

"Remember to clean up the feathers once you're finished eating! Or use them in your nest, I don't mind. Just as long as they aren't left to scatter about everywhere." The young warrior would warn in a warm manner. Only StarClan knew how often he had been scolded for leaving a mess. Now it was his duty to ensure that the next generation was given guidance and raised right! Galeforce used a paw to stop a couple of the stray feathers from going any further. What a mess! Though he didn't resort to yelling or anything, he'd rather avoid being seen as one of those mean grown ups.
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[VULTUREMASK]

" Geesh, you sound like an stupid adult now." Leechpaw muttered lowly to himself so only he could hear not buying that Galeface was all grown up because he was a warrior now. He was still the same immature, loud and annoying pirck he was when he was an apprentice. The fact he had to watch his mouth already this jerk now was really making his fur bristle. With a frown he would watch from the sidelines, casting the kit his attention now as he watched them tear the feathers of from the bird. Galeforce did had a point that this kit was making a mess but who didn't?. He wonderd if anyone ever eat the feathers.

He had little to say to this kit though, liking to avoid conversing with kits unless they where...Perwinklekit he guess. Wait...should he even associate himself with that kit now after the incident with Hyacinthbreath?. Twitching his whiskers, the gremlin grimaced. " Enjoying your...food?." Stupid thing to ask, perhaps Galeforce intelligence was smitten of on him. Preventing himself from snorting the short temperd apprentice did nothing to hide away that scowl on his face. Maybe he should just walk the other way. Echolight probably needed him soon.


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[MALLOWLARK]

In a dance across the clearing, Mallowlark had a mission in mind- but tiny and dead-bracken-furred upon the ground, faces with a meal of mangled feathers, sat a kit! Little voices, little faces, uncorrupted... untouched. Strange to see one taking so much time with the plucking, but it was wonderful instinct. Night-dipped paws carried over his visage, large form craning his neck to get a better look at the handiwork- and, smile ever-set against too-wide eyes of owlish silver, he nodded his head snap-quick. Too fast. As if it were a weight too heavy for his shoulders, Mallowlark's grinning face tilted to one side.

"Good thinking plucking the feathers- don't wanna choke to death," he hummed, approval set even in the most morbid of words. Smart little one he was! The mess bothered the snow tom not- in fact, it might be an idea to collect a few! Who knows when he might need them- but they would keep, for though they were body-parts feathers did not rot away the same way corpses did. Fascinating, that distinction! ​

[ PENNED BY PIN ]​

 

[Bristlekit]

WILLING TO SACRIFICE​

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Bristlekit doesn't think he likes Galeforce, but perhaps that was because the little tabby isn't fond of being told what to do. He was old enough to make his own decisions! Although he did like the idea of using the feathers in his nest. He wasn't about to let Galeforce know that, though! And as for Leechpaw, well... he didn't seem very social. At least not that Bristlekit could tell, but either way, his opinion on the dark cat was neutral.

In any case, he had finally ripped enough feathers out to reach skin, and the little tabby was all too happy to pull at the flesh with his thorny sharp teeth.

"It's kind of stiff." Bristlekit points out in response to the apprentice's question. The robin had been laying in the pile all night, but until the dawn patrol returned, it would be all he'd have the opportunity to bite into. "But it's better than being hungry." The small tom supposed with a shrug. By that point, Mallowlark had approached, with his strange smile and... that thing he did with his tilting head. Mallowlark was weird. But Bristlekit has yet to be too bothered by the other feline. Time would tell whether or not they'd get along.

"No cat eats feathers." Bristlekit points out in simple reply. "So if anyone chokes on one, well... then they're mouse-brained." After all, it would be their own fault for trying to eat the feathers, rather than tossing them away. "Imagine explaining that to StarClan." He snorts.​

 

[Wisteriapaw ★]

"It certainly is better than being hungry. Maybe you ought not to complain about food when you don't even hunt yourself." The tabby's lips curl into a sneer as he wanders over, blue-violet gaze eyeing the dark tabby kitten with as much disdain as he could muster without being openly hostile. The last time he shouted at a kit he had been scolded for his comments despite the truth in them and he had decided that from now on he'd deliver the truth much more aptly. Most cats hated hearing the truth, himself included, but his own failings were not of his own so he could walk past them with his head high. This new little furball was mouthy though wasn't he? For some cat they dragged in from the tall grass and shoved in the nursery. Thought himself a proper little prince? Wisteriapaw would almost feel threatened by this display of hubris if he wasn't twice the child's height and far more pulled together than an infant.
"But you're right as well, what a stupid comment...who DOESN'T take the feathers off their bird?" His violet-tinted eyes narrowed in Mallowlark's direction, the smiling clown that he was; he couldn't stand that everpresent grin now the macabre comments that came from the simpleton's maw. If only Sootstar had chased out that entire family when she sent Emberfang away, he could do with the peace...

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