pafp bonafide bonds ღ giving a gift

[whitedawn]

It had been hours after the brief, but nonetheless startling discovery of the snake skeleton while in the tunnels. And as planned, she had moved it to the entrance to keep it out of the way, and broken off the fangs to avoid any lethal pricks. The time spent had given her enough to properly think of what to do with the skull. It was an interesting thing to keep, but she thought it'd be better as a gift. Truthfully, the first cat to receive such a gift was her dear friend which the gift shared a name with. It is of course why she spent time after the patrol, making sure to the best of her abilities that the fangs had lost their tip and would be nothing more than a prod.

Now, with the skull in her teeth, she bounded back into camp as the sun was truly beginning to set, rosy hues peering around the camp before spotting her friend settling down to rest. She went over, approaching the tom and setting it by his paws. She shifted back, beaming at Adderpaw. "I found it in the tunnels today." She explained, her voice a bit louder than her usual near whisper due to her excitement. "I thought- Well it reminded me of you in a way, and it looks cool so I thought you'd like it." She explained in an almost stuttered manner, a bit of anxiety bubbling up. Now she wondered, would Adderpaw like a gift like this? "...Do you like it?" She questioned, much more softly after, shifting from paw to paw.


//pls wait for @Adderpaw
Also takes place a few hours after this thread for anyone curious!​

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[Addervenom]

Life doesn't discriminate

Long limbs stretch to relieve taunt, sore muscles from another long day of hard training with Sunstride. A satisfied sigh leaves his maw as he finally lowers himself into a seated position. With his chin tucked into his chest the moorland prince begins a quick grooming session. Although the sudden thrumming of paws halts his progress when he notices Whitepaw hastily placing something before him. Burning amber eyes examine the new object, a stark white serpent's skull with every fang still in place. "I found it in the tunnels today." His notched ear flicks in her direction, picking up on the higher octave her voice carried, His gaze flicks upward, returning to her face as she beams at him, noticing her excitement which soon bleeds into nervousness. as she teeters from paw to paw.

It was at this point Adderpaw realized he had not given her any reaction. Although internally he was quite surprised to receive a gift from anyone. But to gain a gift from Whitepaw, his friend? It made this snake skull all the more special. His first and only, an artifact he would treasure. Only keen eyes would notice the thin veil softness overlaying stern features as he uses a chocolate paw to pull the skull closer. "Yes, thank you Whitepaw." A certain pride blossoms within him knowing that she could have given it to anyone but she gave it to him instead. Adders were lethal creatures, how lucky was he to have such a thing in his collection? He knew of the perfect spot to place it later. Although another thought soon over took his mind. What would he give her? He was now obligated to give her something now, right? Perhaps he could ponder the thought later. "I appreciate the gift." His gift. ​

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[✧ Marmotbite.]

♢​♢ THE BEST MISTAKE YOU EVER MADE ♢♢​

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marmotpaw & 09 moons & female & she/her & windclan tunneler apprentice​

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Perhaps, marmotpaw thinks as she follows whitepaw into camp, her own patrol finally over, there is some truth in cottonpaws recent words. the blue-furred child of sootstar had mused on her brothers strange interactions with the white-tunneler, and now she sees this. A gift exchanged, though nothing as grand a gesture as prey sacrificed to one another. But she says nothing, simply slips right on by with merely a contemplative glance of mismatched eyes and a tip of her head. 'Padding after indeed,'

— it sounds so fuckin' beautiful when you say my name ♡

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  — a shockingly tiny she-cat with pale blue and cream ticked tabby fur, save for a single patch covering her right eye that is brown instead, and mismatched green-orange eyes. she has heavy scarring along the entirety of her left side, from her face all the way down her chest, belly, and flank; which has been there since kithood. she is a twitchy little thing, known for her bad attitude and an unfortunate habit of biting when startled.
  
  — physically medium && mentally medium
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay not-allowed
  — please attack using [b][color=#9ab973]action here[/color][/b] and tag account

 

[Badgermoon]

Badgermoon knew nothing of the apprentices' gossip: such whispers did not find his ears, too preoccupied with his own troubles and duties to pay too much attention to the young cats' chatter. He tried to be aware of the most important events in his Clanmates' lives, but otherwise...the affairs of others were not his to pry into. Besides, he was not necessarily the most observant - certainly he missed the significance in some events he did witness, such as this one. Sitting off to the side, fighting a losing battle with a blackbird he had plucked off the fresh-kill pile, Badgermoon peered over the cloud of feathers with which he struggled to watch Whitepaw present her gift to Adderpaw.

A small smile appeared on the deputy's face at the sight. Adderpaw was a prickly fellow in the first place, and the recent...incident...with the Twoleg tag surely made it worse: his Clanmates and his family had rejected him outright. It was nice to see the young son of Sootstar making some connections with his peers. It was quite the gift, too: the smooth whitish surface and dramatic lines of a snake's skull seemed to shine with a morbid beauty. Suits him. thought Badgermoon, glancing back down at the carnage of feathers at his feet. He and Marmotpaw were the odd ones out, here..."Marmotpaw." he called out to the two-toned apprentice, "care to help me with this? Should be juicy once we get through these feathers."​

 

[WEASELCLAW]

Adderpaw has always been strangely defensive of Greyhawk’s pink-eyed, insipid kit. The tabby had watched his child defend her from bullies and crushes alike, and he’d always done so with guarded interest. His sons are his pride—and both will make splendid warriors in their own way. Harrierpaw is quiet but cunning, his strength running through him like a quiet river, while Adderpaw is blazing fire and bloodlust, eager to prove himself. One day, Weaselclaw expects they will father children of their own and continue Sootstar’s powerful legacy—and perhaps he’s more right than he knows.

Weaselclaw has nothing against Whitepaw. She’s dutiful enough. Against his better judgment, he knows she would make a suitable mate for Adderpaw, but he worries about her docile nature, her lack of ferocity. Would she coddle Adderpaw’s kits someday? Would she even survive long enough to see them to their apprentice ceremonies? The tabby lead warrior thinks such thoughts as he watches the albino she-cat gift his child an adder skeleton. He leaves Badgermoon’s side, ignores Marmotpaw as the deputy calls to her. “That’s a fine gift,” he says, eyeing it warily. “Perhaps it means something, to find something like that so intact.” He says nothing more, but the glance he gives Adderpaw and then Whitepaw could easily be read.

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  — weasel . weaselclaw
  — he/him ; lead warrior of windclan
  — heterosexual ; taken by Sootstar
  — short-haired chocolate tabby with white and blue eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — chibi by Oliver

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[SUNNVAR]

It is not the scene itself or his apprentice's presence that draws Sunstride to the scene. Instead it is Weaselclaw's wary words, and is own curiosity at the fact. Though he is undoubtedly fixed at Adderpaw's side until his graduation, he attempts to give the tom his privacy when they are within camp walls. Particularly where Whitepaw is involved. He sits off to the side with his gaze studiously anywhere but upon the two until his fellow lead warrior leaves him no option but to entangle himself. He approaches on slow paws, and does not remark upon the gift itself. Instead he sits shoulder to shoulder with the chocolate tom and does what he can to make sense of his expression. Some moons ago he would have thought it ridiculous of him. Too careful, perhaps. Now that his own kittens are on the way, he supposes that he understands. Whitepaw is a fine enough molly. But is she right for him? Would things turn out well, should this become anything more?

One day, many many moons from now, he knows that he may be in a similar position. "Something good, or something bad?" he whispers to Weaselclaw, a brow gently raised. He does not expect an answer. Instead: "Perhaps you should hunt with me, and we may speak more of it later," he offers.

＞ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES ╱ REFERENCE ╱ 07.10.2023 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘈𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘕 〙ˊˎ＜

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• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. approx. 40 moons old. lead warrior of windclan + former rogue.
  —— gay, monogamous. mate to wolfsong from 07.05.2023.  npc x npc, no larger family.
  —— has recently regained some of his earlier lightness, but maintains his steady facade.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.

• "speech"

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