camp BEAUTY AFTER THE STORM // rainbow

RAGWORTPAW

RAGWORTPAW

【🦕】06/12/23
Spring Prompts [TC '23] Sunningrocks [TC '23]
Nov 14, 2022
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A thunderstorm had just rolled through the clans painting the sky unusual colors such as purple and green. She’s never witnessed such an event before, but she ate it all up and watched the storm from the apprentice’s den.

All good things come to an end though, the storm died down and now all that was left was the sound of dripping water in camp.

Ragwortpaw steps out into the camp, her toes wiggle against the soaked grass. She hardly focuses on the fur between her toes getting wet past that, she grows fixated on the colorful picture in the sky. Colors she truly had NEVER seen before in the sky once again sat there, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple! ”Oh look! Look!” She exclaims, pointing a forepaw out into the sky, ”StarClan is decorating the sky!”​
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( secondary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​



╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· RAGWORTPAW, female — she / her
╰ ‣ named for her health & strength at birth .
╰ ‣ 7 moons . ages on the first
╰ ‣ thunderclan apprentice . loner born . believes in starclan


╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, oak and maple trees , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue furred . long-hared . a very furry head, chest, and tail


╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝​
EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Hufflepuff, Lawful Good
╰ ‣ Kind-hearted . Honest . Loud .Justice-seeking . People-pleaser . Gullible . Empty-headed . Humorous
╰ ‣ Though she is all brawn and no brain, Ragwort tries her best and carries a bleeding heart to all whom surround her. She takes the role of "big sister" with her siblings and friends, never failing to have their backs, take care of them, and defend them when needed (sometimes even jumping the gun). While she doesn't offer the best emotional support (not due to a lack of trying) she gives the best hugs and is great at giving cats distractions with her shenanigans.
╰ ‣ finds minimal difficulty relating to others . wears a bleeding heart


╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· GRIME x CINDERFROST, sister to toadpaw, prowlingpaw, hollypaw
╰ ‣ unknown sexuality.
╰ ‣ poor fighter . poor hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​
 
I TOLD YOU ONCE, I CAN'T DO THIS AGAIN​
Despite her best efforts, Roepaw still could not bear thunder storms, even with Cinderfrost’s comforting words from so many moons ago ringing in her ears.
She stays tucked in the back with her ears flattened throughout the storm, her watchful eyes dancing from Ragwortpaw to the rest of her siblings, making sure they wouldn’t be tempted to run out and play.
All bad things come to an end, however, and soon the thunder and the rain ease to nothing, and Roepaw can breathe correctly once more.
She steps about behind Ragwortpaw, her gaze following the mollys pointed forepaw and excited squeals.
Her eyes wide in awe at the painted sky, the colors pastel against the grey, but there all the same.
"Its beautiful!" she chimed from behind her sister, coming to sit beside her to look a little longer. "What do you think it is, Rag?" She prompts the younger apprentice.

"speech."​

 

Rain, in its static white-noise nature, often lulled him to the edges of sleep. Even as torrent shook the trees, spitting waterfalls upon their heads, Berryheart could still find himself dozing soundly, listening to the rain. And when it stopped he was lulled into silence, into the deeper crannies of his dreams, embraced by darkness and dancing lights. A tranquil state, he felt his paws upon the earth- hunting a squirrel, something he never did anymore. The smell beckoned him into a crouch, pulled him forward, his feather-light footsteps practicing perfection...

Then his eyes shot open, mismatched in wideness, and he was in his den again. Embraced by the eternal smellscape, it took him a moment to realise what it was that had started him awake- Chirpy's alias-fitting voice, exclaiming the presence of a blessing in the sky. Groggily did he exit his den, fixing his bleary gaze upon the colours that bent across the blue...

Was it StarClan, truly? Once upon a time he'd thought he was to interpret signs, but so far none of them had found him. Faced with this vibrant display, he was almost inclined to think this might be one- but within him there was no fear of enchantment, nothing innate and magical. This was simply a sign of spring... sparing a fond glance to Fawny and Chirpy, the pleasant calm of his expression would illustrate his agreement. ​
PENNED BY PIN ☾​
 
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Perhaps an affinity for storms was as genetic as the color of their fur, for Duskkit finds it as peaceful as her uncle. It had seemed majestic at first, the world roaring as if it prepared for battle. It rained so hard for so long that she thought they might begin to drown! But the dirt seemed thirsty today, quietly desperate, and it drank nearly as much as the sky above them gave. She had peeked her head out for just a bit before the queens had told her she would catch sickness (and be stuck in the nursery another moon while she recovered– whether or not that was true, the kitten wouldn't dream of risking it: back into the den she had gone). Even then, though, the child had watched from the nursery.

As soon as Ragwortpaw called out, though, all worries about getting sick were forgotten. The rain has stopped so she would be fine, right? Running about camp, squeaking at the sensation of squelching mud between her toes, Duskkit darts towards the gathered trio and directly to Berryheart's side, where she settles down and looks up. The others must crane their heads, but they're already far taller than the kitten. She nearly bends backwards to catch sight of the colors in the sky, inhaling sharply and exhaling a long, quiet, "Whoa," at the sight. "Is StarClan talking to us, Berry? Are they telling you something cool?" She places one muddy forepaw on her uncle's front leg, looking up with wide eyes.
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˗ˏˋ〚  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〛´ˎ˗
  • ooc: —
  • ──── duskkit. kitten of thunderclan. she - her - hers.
    ──── blazestar x little wolf, older littermate of skykit.
    ──── does not know of her father / skyclan heritage.

    ──── an undefined kitten with long, dark brown fur that fades just slightly near the chest, throat, and ears, while the tip of her tail burns with the bright orange tabby flame. eyes are a deep, rich amber-brown, seeming red.
  • "speech"
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She bore the storm's namesake, so Stormpaw always felt a sort of affinity for the wild and violent weather. She took shelter in the apprentice den while the rain pelted the ground, knowing that if she got wet, her long fur would get into tangles and muddied clumps. She had not been an apprentice for more than a few days and she was already trying to act so mature.

Stormpaw perked at Ragwortpaw's exclamation and eagerly drew herself forward to see what was being pointed out. A long strip of arching colorful stripes arched above their camp, shimmering dreamlike. Stormpaw's mouth parted in awe. Like her Clanmates, she was certain that this was some sort of blessing from StarClan—a sign of beautiful new beginnings, a sign that they were still proud of ThunderClan. Stormpaw lifted her head with her own pride.

"Thank you, StarClan." Stormpaw whispered, eyes still fixed on the sight above them.

​
 

The sky was pretty with so much colorful colors in the sky. Shallowpaw had never seen the sky look like this before. So he stared up at the sky with the rest his violet-blue eyes a slightly bit more open then usual. He wonderd if starclan had anything to do with this though. Shallowpaw had yet been proven that dead cats even was watching them from the stars. Emberstars death had not helped with his belife in them either. A leader had nine lives he had been told yet Emberstar had died just like the rest of them. It made him believe it was all a lie. It made him think his clanmates was fools to relay on them, to think anyone watched them from up there. Maybe not all questions had answers like why the sky was colorful today. Not everything had to be about starclan.


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Ragwortpaw nods in agreement, yes, most certainly it was beautiful! If she had to guess what it was… well… she didn’t really know? Was StarClan trying to draw a picture? What could it possibly be of? She’s never seen something so colorful…

The other cats wonder if it could be a sign from StarClan, she spins around and looks excitedly at Berry, her tail whirling into the air. ”a sign from StarClan!?! Oh, it surely must be! She shrills with utmost excitement, if only they could she her eyes from underneath her bangs, they looked as if they might pop from her head. ​
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( secondary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​



╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· RAGWORTPAW, female — she / her
╰ ‣ named for her health & strength at birth .
╰ ‣ 7 moons . ages on the first
╰ ‣ thunderclan apprentice . loner born . believes in starclan


╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, oak and maple trees , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue furred . long-hared . a very furry head, chest, and tail


╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝​
EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Hufflepuff, Lawful Good
╰ ‣ Kind-hearted . Honest . Loud .Justice-seeking . People-pleaser . Gullible . Empty-headed . Humorous
╰ ‣ Though she is all brawn and no brain, Ragwort tries her best and carries a bleeding heart to all whom surround her. She takes the role of "big sister" with her siblings and friends, never failing to have their backs, take care of them, and defend them when needed (sometimes even jumping the gun). While she doesn't offer the best emotional support (not due to a lack of trying) she gives the best hugs and is great at giving cats distractions with her shenanigans.
╰ ‣ finds minimal difficulty relating to others . wears a bleeding heart


╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· GRIME x CINDERFROST, sister to toadpaw, prowlingpaw, hollypaw
╰ ‣ unknown sexuality.
╰ ‣ poor fighter . poor hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​
 

Like his adoptive sister, Toadpaw quickly finds that he's not too fond of thunderstorms. The rumbling sounds are far too loud, and the lights far too bright. Alarming, but he's glad that it brings rain with it. Not snow.

Though he'd rather stick to the back of the den during the storm, it's the first he's ever seen, too. So, a curious gaze watches near the entrance of the den - paws shifting with each sound, eyes squinting with each flash of light. How long do these things take? Surely, it must be done soon.

And, yes! Toadpaw is correct in his thinking, in his hoping, as the show finally comes to its end. Ragwortpaw moves to leave the apprentice den, and Toadpaw follows suit. Cerulean gaze is focused on the mud beneath his paws, the urge to hop in the puddles beneath him, until his littermate's words cause him to look up at the sky.

Colors dance across it in a way he's never seen before - a more colorful sunset, condensed together to race across the sky. A pathway, almost.

"Woah..." he says, awestruck by the sight. More arrive to see it, and the general consensus seems to be that StarClan brought it here for them to see.

"Do... Do you really think StarClan put it there?" he asks, head tilting to the side. How lucky they all must be, to see StarClan's gift. "Oh! Maybe it's... Maybe it's a message?" Maybe they were just saying hello, greeting them after such a scary storm.
​
 

More pelts flocked to admire the sight- it almost looked like a dense meadow sprayed across the sky, luminous as it was. In his silent observation he had almost expected to go unnoticed- but Kindles clocked his appearance, undoubtedly interested about the StarClan connection that Chirpy had made. The grey-furred molly reassured them all- it must be StarClan. It felt cruel to tell them there was no speech involved... but who was to say this was not their doing?

"I don't hear them." A shrug of the shoulders, he gave his truth. It was no message- he knew what speaking to StarClan directly was like, and this had none of the same energy. But in the same way the clouds covered the moon and the lightning struck the stone at Fourtrees, he knew StarClan indeed had paws in the sky. "They're up there, though." It was all the answer he could give, but the lightness to his tone and the tranquility that floated airy around his demeanour would tip off that this was a pleasant and soothing sight to the flecked tom. ​
PENNED BY PIN ☾​
 
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