pafp CHERRY RED || strange object

[: ̗̀➛ SCORPIONPAW]

( 𓆩⟡𓆪 ) "Red - rum - ble, Re~d rumble!!" calls a voice in squeaky soprano, harsh and tuneless. Its source stands tall and imperious, murky green eyes searching the camp for the cat she seeks. Redrumble, who knows mama, who she sees often enough to bother remembering the name of. Not that she's ever used it before, but it's good for getting her attention, at least. She's got something important to show her.

She does not move, merely waits for the warrior to come to her. Scorpionkit needs to keep a paw on her find, of course, to keep it from blowing away. Once her target has been summoned, she nods her head down at the object she's propped her paw up on. "Look!" she commands. "It's red!" Neon red, in fact. Hard and ridged, flatly colored, strangely shaped. A bottle cap, though none of the cats would know the name. Blown into camp and snatched up by an eager kit. Rather than ask what the object is (as if she didn't already know, it's red, duh) Scorpionkit opts for a different question, eyes narrowed at this cat who is decidedly not red. "Why aren't you?" she accuses. Redrumble is a dumb name for a cat who's blue.



// wait for @REDRUMBLE

The winds bring something strange tumbling into camp. Who does your character reach out to to figure out what it is? do they keep it for themselves, or give it to a friend?​

 

[REDRUMBLE]

"MAY YOUR FEET SERVE YOU WELL, AND THE REST BE SENT TO HELL"​

It wasn't often that Redrumble could be found in the middle of camp. She was the type that was always on the move, always wanting to please her leader that she had seen brought back to life by the stars themselves. After all, if a single life was wasted on something as simple as starvation, then she felt that the entire clan would be at fault. They were there to serve her will, and keep her well so that when she did end up going down, it was in the glory of battle, where she could rise again and gut her opponent like the queen did to her good for nothing father.

Recently, however, she found herself contained to the gorse walls. Originally, on account of the fear that a three pronged attack may be made on their clan, but more recently because of the new life brought into the world by an old...friend? Parental figure? She wasn't sure what Spiderbloom was to her but she had a nagging itch that wouldn't go away no matter how many tunnels she dug through and how many rabbits she caught. Each time she left the gorse walls, little flashes of dog teeth and kitten wails flashed in her minds eye and she could never shake it until she was back in the hill's divit, confirming that the little lifeforms had indeed not died since her departure.

It was one of those days. She couldn't seem to shake the images out of her head today so she had decided to stay behind and take a single day off to watch clan life within the gorse walls. Enjoying a mid day slumber near the wall (no cat would disturb her here), a flick of an ear was the only sign that she picked up on the first sing-song of her warrior name. The second roused her enough to lift her head and yellow eyes looked across camp where one of the little rascals was calling her over. It was easy to recognize the voice and the tunneler gave a small sigh before rising from her divit and moving on over towards the bundle of spiky fur.

Scorpionkit. She was definitely one of the stranger kits, but it also made her quite endearing to Redrumble. Looking down at the black tabby, a tilt of her head is given as the she-kit then guides her eyes to her small paws. She had seen these things before and, as she leaned down to sniff at the plastic item, her ears perk up at the exclamation the child gave. The tunneler was about to confirm that, yes, it was red, but the words caught in her throat as the kitten's fact became in inquiry about her.

Redrumble stood up straight, taken aback by such a question as she stared down at the little ticked tabby for barely a second before her composure broke. She broke into a short, mirthful laugh, a paw coming up to cover her fangs that glinted in the sunlight. ❝ Haha!! Well, aha- ❞ A clearing of her through to cut off the bits of laughter trailing on her words. ❝ You are right!! Very good, Scorpionkit, but.. ❞ She leans down low then, moving her face to the kit's level and nearly touching noses to her's. ❝ You've never seen me fresh from a hunt in the tunnels. The red of blood splatters everywhere down there~!! ❞ She raises back up, shaking out her coat a bit before settling into a sit near the kitten. ❝ I think I look quite striking when I'm doused in it~!! ❞ A glint of teeth as she smirked down at Scorpionkit. Hopefully that would answer her question cause...she honestly had no idea why her father gave her the name he did...
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⊱ ♞ ⊰​

 

[SCORCHSTREAK]

The dappled tunneler’s presence in camp is, like Redrumble’s, rather new. Normally Scorchstreak is tucked away in winding passages of dirt and darkness, avoiding stepping outside the comfort of the tunnels unless she has to. But since the clan’s recent lockdown, she has been lingering around the camp more and more often, settling into the idea of lounging amongst her clanmates. She feels less vulnerable when surrounded by WindClanners inside of the horse walls—outside of camp remains a different story, but it’s a start.

Half-lidded golden eyes spot Scorpionkit approaching her usual tunneling partner, and the calico rises to her paws with a small noise of effort. The kit is offering her fellow tunneler some sort of strange object, something that Scorchstreak has seen before lying around the streets of the twolegplace but that she doesn’t know the name of. "Do you have any idea what that is," she questions softly, her tone curious rather than judgmental.

The object is bright red, which the kit points out to begin with, and then she questions why Redrumble is not. The tunneler speaks of blood, of messy hunts in the tunnels, and Scorchstreak chuckles. "Your pelt does look nice covered in blood," she concedes, "so perhaps that thing would also look nice." She does wonder if speaking of blood so casually in front of such a young kit is wise, but Spiderbloom can always put a stop to it if she wants to shelter her kit.
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[ LIKE A RATTLESNAKE ]​

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[SUNSTAR]

In his travels a plethora of curiosities had caught his eye. He thought himself knowledgeable, if only so knowledgeable as a traveler may be. A cat who had traveled far from his home, and had not yet learned all there was of the place he landed. So this bottlecap before him– it means everything, and nothing at once. They had traveled past mountains of twoleg refuse, with their monsters howling at all hours of night. Dirt itself had taken on the scent. Death, decay, waste. Yet bits such as this would wander past their graves, and into the land of the living. What it was, though, Sunstride could not say. That is not even the reason that he comes.

Redrumble– is it a strange admission that he has never seen the molly as blue? She had become as much her name as it had become her. His mind's eye came with the image of a spattered feline, her pelt as dark as a battlefield's gore. For a kitten to question this has turned his world on its head. How many others of his clanmates had become what they were at the assertion of another? Had it been Sootstar that deemed him what he was? Was it truly they who shaped their name, or was it a force of another's decision? She had become red. Had he been born the Sun? He looks at the kitten now, and wonders if she would become as pointed as her they thought.

Awkwardly within his own head, the lead warrior stares down upon the others. "You look little like a scorpion," he challenges slowly, though with growing warmth as he returns himself to this moment alone. "They are far less furred."

﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤

• ooc: —
• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. thirty-eight moons old. lead warrior of windclan + former rogue.
  —— gay, but somewhat closeted. will not be open about his interests.  single, will be so.
  —— seems comparatively stranger than who he was some moons ago, serious and cool.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red at its base 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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[cottonsprig]

Cottonpaw had only heard of the dastardly thing that swept into camp many days prior, bothering her siblings and clanmates with how... weird it was. She almost hoped that something like that would happen again, this time with her around, just so her curiosity could be so easily sated. And perhaps thankfully, it does! Scorpionkit only summons that of Redrumble, but it seems that listening ears and wandering eyes pull several others from their lazing about, too. By the time she arrives, they're talking about naming conventions.

"Mmm, Weaselclaw named me Cottonkit b'cause I was real soft as a newborn," now, too, she decided in the moment. She stands beside Scorchstreak, though her gaze falls to Sunstride and a paw motions towards Scorpionkit, "Maybe Scorpionkit was hairless when she was born. Or somethin' close to it." Or maybe Spiderbloom wanted a matching name with one of her kittens. Alas, it didn't matter long for Cottonpaw, as she returns to the strange object held captive by the kitten in question, "Where'd y'even find that?" she inquires, shifting her weight from paw to paw in hardly hidden excitement.​