pafp Could of been a rockstar || camp

[Bella]

She definitely felt like a trespasser sneaking into camp. The whole way here, she was as low to the ground as possible, on the lookout for any other cats. Especially when she opted to not go through the entrance and around through the side. The daylight apprentice didn't want to be caught once again being late by Silversmoke. She could hardly believe he assigned her extra chores, it had made her late getting home! So mean!

The grass was so wet that morning that Peachpaw was being extra slow and safe on her way in, so she didn't slip.

She was clearly the last daylighter to get to camp since quite a few were already going about their day. 'Aw, come on, they must have gotten here early' Peachpaw had a bad feeling about tardiness. The feeling didn't stop her from taking a 'few' more minutes of sleep. And she highly doubted any cat even noticed. Peachpaw had a terrible habit of not paying attention, which led her to bumping into another cat. "Owch" Peachpaw whined


OOC: please wait for @CHRYSALISWING :)

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[CHRYSALISWING]

What was it with cats being practically glued to annoying the shit out of him? Chrysaliswing swore he wore sticky honey for a pelt with the way that so many flies droned around him. "Watch it, kittypet!" The words practically stumbled out of him, envenomed verses spilling from a gut roiling in bad habits. His fangs proved his daggers, drawn quickly without thinking first. It was a defense mechanism at heart, though none considered the sting of a bee that of mercy. Sweltering flame upon a black canvas for a coat bristled, as he stepped back to see some young cat that he barely even knew. She was adorned in whites and dipped in clementine hues, though Chrys could never claim that that was anything notable to him. He didn't care enough to remember her through the swathing sea of cats in the clan. Milk-whites bared, though quickly bayed at the prying eyes of the camp that picked him to bone and string. "Where are you even going in such a rush?" Back to your Twolegs since it's been an hour since you've eaten? He bit back that scathing remark, and Orangestar's imaginary consternations were much louder than his temptation to spit out whatever was on his mind.

𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 ⚠︎ 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦

• Sorry it's so short, I wanted to respond before I couldn't for another day :}
  
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  —— CHRYSALISWING / He/They / 22 Moons
  —— Warrior of Skyclan / Mentoring n/a
  —— A long-haired tomcat with chimaeric patterning. His left side is fully black and his right side is black splotched with sunset-orange. He has complete heterochromia, with his right eye being a bright green and his left eye being a glowering yellow.
  —— Abrasive, temperamental, and critical. Approach at your own risk and engage at your own cost. Despite this, he is a hard worker and quick to call out what he finds wrong.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[Bella]

Cats that live with their twolegs full-time aren't the same as cats in the forest. Forest cats are much bigger, more muscular, and stronger. Even cats that lack confidence here still stroll around camp with drive and move with passion. Peachpaw has eyes after all. Even this layered orange-fur forest cat has bigger, sharper white fangs. Another great example of a cat better than her. Regardless of her inner turmoil, the small, pale cat met teeth with teeth of her own and puffed up fur. Anger covers any insecurities.

"Can't you see? I thought warriors were supposed to be great hunters," the she-cat hissed.

Clan life was still new to her; when she first started, she expected everything to come easy to her. But it didn't. Even apprentices younger than her had a better understanding than she did. It hurt her pride. Even now, she doesn't even see or hear the other cat in front of her. Embarrassing.

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[FIGFEATHER]

Figfeather and her apprentice, @wolfpaw! , were about to head out for the day. Observant eyes catch Peachpaw slipping into the camp late, again, but Figfeather initially opts not to say a word.

However, the poor thing runs face first into Chrysaliswing, practically bumping noses. The tortie lets out an insulting hiss before demanding to know where the primarily white apprentice was going in such a rush. While it was always refreshing to see cats stand up to the bully Chrysaliswing could be, Peachpaw as an apprentice was not the appropriate cat to do so.

Casting an uneasy look at Wolfpaw, she takes the steps to approach the scene. ”That’s enough, Peachpaw. You’re late as it is.” She warns, tail flicking in the direction of Silversmoke as a subtle reminder. ”Don’t add taking back to the list of reasons to busy your paws with chores.” Respect from apprentice to warriors had always been important to her, even when it comes to cats like Chrysaliswing… As much as he could be a tick in your pelt.

♡ INFO BATTLE

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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Mentoring Wolfpaw
  » Mate to Fantastream
  » Sire to Sangriakit & Coffeekit
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and aid to her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[Honeysplash]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- It felt so stuffy in there! with a furious growl, they got up from their nest and left the medicine den for the seventh time that day. They were growing more and more restless to the point they started asking Dawnglare and Fireflypaw about different herbs, their sues, what they dreams about- stupid things. They were just desperate for some sort of comfort, something to do instead of rot away in their nest like they have been for moons now.

Honeysplash though was moving across camp when she heard some commotion coming from the entrance. Hissing to be specific and they looked up from the ground, they had been staring at their paws as they paced, and gave a furorwed brow. This seemed rather strange- oh no there it was. Chrysaliswing and Peachpaw had collided into each other. That of course did not end well for Peachpaw.

Figfeather also approached the two, Honeysplash following shortly thereafter, and had to resist the urge to brush up against Chrys. Tell him it was okay and stuff- but she knew she’d only be hit with hissing and snapping too. “Everything okay over here?,” She asked and looked up at Chry before to Peachpaw and Figfeather.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── HERE COMES A THOUGHT ⋅❁⋅ THAT MAY ALARM YOU ──┐‎

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  HONEYSPLASH ✩ she/they, Warrior of Skyclan, 24 moons.
  ⭃A lithe, cream tabby cat with high white and green eyes.
  ⭃Younger siister to Orangestar, Applefrost and Apritcotflower and littermates with Blueberrybounce and Cloudberrythorn // Former mate to; Quillstrike
  ⭃peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by you ↛ wolf_1997 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Bella]

Anger burned, and Peachpaw was caught up in the blaze. Had it been any other day, Figfeather's words would have smothered out any more disrespect from the apprentice. Instead, it was her tipping point. Right into the most crazed plan the young cat had ever thought of.

"I don't care anymore," she huffed. Chores would be a thing of the past, and so would her worries about her lack of skill. "Don't get your whiskers in a twist."

She didn't need any mouse-brained rules or training. 'I'm strong enough, all ready.' She silently praised herself. Peachpaw turned away from the other warriors, taking off into the forest one more time, past her two-leg's den, and onto the street. ​

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