pafp ANY WAY TO DISTRACT 🕷 small talk (?)

[Briarthorn]

.·:*¨༺🕷༻¨*:·. By now, it had been far too long since Briarpaw had last had the chance to train.. or hunt… or patrol. To do anything for that matter. With a warrior assessment impending, the raven-furred apprentice was desperate to get back into action- she would be damned if Screechpaw was the reason her ceremony would get delayed.
For now, the sad truth was she would simply have to settle with being an outside eye, picking at others like a vulture to live vicariously through.
Swanpaw’s arrival to the medicine den was not an unwelcome one, Briarpaw had always liked the other apprentice more than most of the others- or at the very least not minded her.
Careful pine-laden optics watch as the apprentice goes about her business, waiting until she was just close enough-
"Hey." The ebony apprentice greets, tone far too casual. Awkwardly, Briarpaw shifts in her nest so she can sit up- at least preserve some dignity.
"How… was hunting today?" The only cue of her desperation to feel part of her former groove again is flicked away by her ear, but evergreen hues are expectant as ever.
Tell me, tell me, tell me.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── ALL YOU HAVE IS YOUR FIRE ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ AND THE PLACE YOU NEED TO REACH ──┐‎

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  BRIARPAW ꔫ she/her, apprentice of shadowclan, 9 moons.
  ⭃ slender, lean-muscled black she-cat with sharp hazel eyes & large ears.
  ⭃ daughter of Forestshade && Vulturemask ࿏ sister to Screechpaw && Sweetpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ 　The medicine den is a place that Swanpaw knows all too well. The hazy days she'd spent there in the throes of illness always seem to linger at the back of her mind, a reminder of the death that nearly claimed her. She knows well that she is not the only one to brush death (though few have come so close, few were able to glimpse the other side as she had) and so she has made habit of caring for the others who have felt its chill.

Which is to say, they have become a frequent visitor to the medicine den. Always willing to bring prey, change bedding, or even just spend time with the ill and injured. Briarpaw's voice is the one that catches her attention. "Ah, hello..." she murmurs, offering a gently friendly smile.

Her question seems... odd, for such a cat as Briarpaw. Swanpaw has never known her to waste time on small talk. The monotony of the medicine den's entrapment must be taking its toll on her. They tilt their head curiously, sympathy sparking in frosty eyes. "Hunting...?" they echo, thinking. "Plentiful," is the short of it, but she's not looking for curt politeness. There's something almost desperate in Briarpaw's manner, and Swanpaw muses for a moment on how to truly answer to it.

They give a soft hum, coming so sit with the other apprentice. "There were frogs everywhere, ah, you should have seen it..." That's what she wants, isn't it? To be out there hunting again? Even they had felt the pull of it, though they were never one to want for activity. Stagnation does wondrous things to the mind. "Though I'm certain you will before long..." they continue, a smile bleeding through their words. "Soon, they'll be running the camp... You won't even have need to leave your nest, hah... They'll just hop right into your jaws..."

‎‎┌── WE FOUND TWO DEAD SWANS ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ AND FILLED THEIR BODIES WITH FLOWERS ──┐‎

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  SWANPAW　☁︎　she / they, apprentice of shadowclan, twelve moons.
  ➳ a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with droopy blue eyes.
  ➳ dreamy and detached, more ghost than cat. known for her perpetual sleepiness.
  ➳ halfshade x smogmaw, littermate to applepaw, garlicpaw, & ashenpaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[SCREECHSTORM]

✧ . If one asked, Screechpaw might say he’s got his corner of the medicine den more memorized than he does his in the apprentice den, with how long he’s spent within its depths now. His legs itch to move further than the cave’s mouth, though he doubts he’ll get to anytime soon.

He doesn’t mind the break from training that’s been bestowed upon his wounded form. He just wishes it would’ve been received with… less harmful means. Ones that would allow him to be more out an about, to see sunlight and non owl-marred clanmates more often than not.

Now, in the shadows of the medicine den, he hardly feels up for talking to visitors, his mind swathed in his near-fatal blunder, a foolish mistake that almost killed him and his sister. Instead, Screechpaw lays with his head against the edge of his nest, for there’s not much else he can do in the medicine den but sit and wait, a lesson in patience he’d rather not partake in.

When Swanpaw steps in, his gaze shifts to her, and when conversation starts between her and Briarpaw, his head lifts at the opportunity for something new to reach his ears. Hunting is a topic of conversation low on the list of things he wants to hear about right now, but still the apprentice idly listens, for it’s a drop of entertainment anyway. The older apprentice speaks of frogs, a bounty of them, and a sharp exhale is let out at the tale of future ease.

“ Would be nice, “ he mutters, his head settling against his nest once more. Couldn’t these frogs have arrived sooner? Couldn’t they have quelled his failures, and steered him far from that scarlet-shed night? “ How many did you catch, then? Two? Three? More than that? “ Screechpaw asks with feigned interest, though envy bubbles beneath it.

It should be him, to catch that many.​

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  SCREECHPAW ✦ AMAB. He / Him. Apprentice of ShadowClan.
  ✧ . A black/red tabby chimera tom with mismatched green eyes.
  ✧ . Forestshade x Vulturemask
  ✧ . Mentored by Chilledstar
  ✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
  ✧ . Penned by Abri ‣ @_abri_ on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
  ✧ . " Speech " ; Attack
  

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[Starlingheart]

Statlingheart understands what it's like. To be trapped in the medicine cat's den as an apprentice. Her own stay had been more permanent than most, though at the time she had not known that. All she had known was that she should have been training and wasn't because of a stupid mistake driven by her own need to help. She knows what Briarpaw and Screechpaw are going through, watching their denmates continue on without them.

She smiles and dips her head respectfully when Swanpaw comes into the den. She is a familiar face with all the time that she has spent in here and a cat whos company she does not mind. Unlike her brother, she was actually pleasant to spend time with. Starlingheart would never speak such a thing out loud though. Ashenpaw was still young, and it wasn't entirely his fault he had had a rough go. "You two will be up and-and hunting again before you know it" she reassures from her place in the shadows. It was good that ShadowClan was experiencing full bellies for once, and hopefully, with StarClan's blessing, their good luck would remain for a time yet.

( ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ) fly me up on a silver wing

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  STARLINGHEART SHADOWCLAN MEDICINE CAT; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO PITCHSTAR, CHITTERTONGUE, NIGHTSWARM, SKUNKTAIL, AND LILACFUR. MOTHER TO NETTLEPAW, FLINTPAW AND GHOSTPAW.
  

  A skinny she cat with short black and white fur littered with scars and one singular green eye.

  ✦ Easy in battle + has little to no formal battle training
  

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