camp DANCE AND TWIRL ⚘ hayride [prompt]

[leafhusk]

the canopy above thunderclan slowly loses it's leaves. they float downward in droplets of orange hues, coating the floor with a crunchy rug. today, it is noticeably windy, the very same leaves whip off the ground and dance in the air. leafhusk watches the foliage twist and turn in camp, sitting at the edge to hopefully offset the weather curling her fur at the ends.

the usually chatty camp clearing is offset by a growing thud, thud, thud. the gorse tunnel rustles ominously, and the looming feeling escalates until a large cylinder of hay pushes through the entrance. it leaves a trail of fallen hay in it's wake, bouncing towards leafhusk's clanmates threateningly, comically. the haybale is, thankfully, on the smaller size, so any damage it minimal. despite that this is, non-arguably, the strangest thing that has made it's way through the tunnels this year.

"tigerwing! look out–" the lead warrior calls out, but her shout is too late. it collides non-threateningly with the torbie, enough force to make her plop onto the ground. then, as if satisfied with the moments long chaos it caused, settles in the middle of camp. unmoving. at peace, almost.

leafhusk wanders towards the mysterious thing, making sure that tigerwing is okay before reaching out to touch the hay. it's not comfortable, but she doesn't hate it. a tawny paw shakes, sending bits of it falling to the ground. "what is it?"

--- for the hay fall prompt! a stray haybale took a ride into camp from the wind and bonked tigerwing in the head :( @tigerwing @THUNDERGLEAM @Glowingpaw. no need to wait! powerplay permission given by dei! she's fine :]

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[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

Over her few dozen seasons of life, Roeflame had seen many strange things. Two-leg objects were particularly as confusing as they were strange, but what is about to roll through her camp is a confident first.

Roeflame is picking through the prey pile with her back towards the entrance, trying to decide what Badgerstripe might like to eat when-
thud
thud!
THUD!
Whirling around just in time to see the gorse tunnel begin to rumble, spitting out something that shone nearly gold under the sun. Roeflame springs out of the things path of mild destruction.
"What the-" Tigerwing look out! "stars." The deputy huffs as Leafhusk helps the other warrior up, the thing now settled comfortably in the middle of their camp. The tabby takes tentative steps towards it in pace with the Lead Warrior, nose scrunching at the stale scent that radiates from it. Pulling some of the yellow straws loose, Roeflame crunches them under her paw, brows furrowed. "More importantly, how do we get it out?" The woman adds to her council-mates question with a disgruntled snort. "Flamestar will want to see this." Pausing, the warrior looks to Tigerwing, "are you alright, or should we grab Gentlestorm?" Giving the other a chance to answer, Roeflame finally steps away in search of her leader.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I GOT A POCKET ⋅✴⋅ A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ──┐‎

• — off to grab @Flamestar
  

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Deputy of Thunderclan, twenty-seven moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Dovepaw & Dwindlingpaw
  ⭃ 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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[THUNDERGLEAM]

She was glad StarClan did not tell her everything, for this was quite a sight! A rhythmic beat, hay upon the ground - she was awestruck in the sight of it, really. It did not take her but a moment to waltz sylphlike to Leafhusk's side, a journey with little resistance- lithe stature had a way of weaving through, finding a path like running water, and soon she was a prime observer. Tigerwing seemed... alight, at least, though she was sure the impace might have elicited a totter; briefly she blinked toward the warrior, asking a sincerity-soaked, "Are you alright?" to join the chorus.

Her breaths quivered for a moment- transfixed, pale eyes lingered long upon it for a few long moments. A sign, perhaps? But there was no meaning to parse from something so featureless- wiped clean of every ridge, save the individual grooves of its weaving. "It's nearly as big as an apprentice," Thundergleam chuckled, gazing askance at it. Yes, and thankfully not as dense with boneor anything that might have seriously purpled poor Tigerwing's flesh. "Perhaps we should make it look like one? Then it would not have to be removed," A purr curled through her tone, lilting the words. "It would fit right in." ​

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[roaringsun]

〔✦〕The day had been rather monotonous so far. Thud. The same routine they'd all fallen back into after Skyclaw's dethronement, now all chatting away like nothing ever happened. Thud. Roaringsun is enjoying the sunlight, warming up despite the lowering temperatures and chilly breezes. Thud. There is the rustling of the gorse tunnel, and Leafhusk's voice rings across the clearing CRASH! The golden... thing goes straight for Tigerwing, and Roaringsun can't help the snort that escapes him at the sight.

She's fine, surely. So he let's himself laugh a little louder. The flame-point approaches the hay with curiosity shining in his amber eyes. Thundergleam's suggestion is humorous, and the warrior hums in agreement. "Maybe we can have it sit guard for us."

I took a little journey to the unknown ( Ive come back changed, I can feel it in my bones ) //

• ooc.
• ROARINGSUN —— warrior of thunderclan , mentor to none . npc x npc . littermate to npcs ✦ penned by nocthymia
  ✦ male / he/him / 13 moons & ages every 14ᵗʰ
  ✦ single / orientation & poly or mono / open/closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat details here / battle notes
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord (hypmic) for plots — toyhouse
  
• reference image here
  

  a longhaired flame sepia with low white and amber-brown eyes.

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[STORMYWING]

The wind tugs at Stormywing's fur, and she flattens her ears as the gusts sweep through ThunderClan's camp, stirring the leaves into a chaotic dance. She's been sitting on the outskirts, trying to make sense of her thoughts, but it seems even the weather is against her having a peaceful moment.

Suddenly, a series of thuds makes her sit up straight, molten eyes narrowing toward the gorse tunnel just in time to see a large, rolling hay bale crash through the entrance. Her eyes widen in disbelief as it barrels through, knocking Tigerwing to the ground with a soft thud.

What in StarClan's name…?

Despite the bizarre situation, a snort escapes Stormywing. It's hard to hold back a chuckle when Tigerwing seems more dazed than hurt, and the hay bale itself looks utterly out of place, sitting so innocuously in the middle of camp. Perhaps the only good thing about her kittypet heritage is that it broadened her knowledge just a bit past a typical ThunderClanner. It's hay - her twolegs had some in the backyard for their weird shelled pet. Not quite a turtle, but close. She pads over, joining Leafhusk and Roeflame. "Well, if that's the worst thing that happens today, I'll take it," She mutters with a wry grin, giving Tigerwing a teasing look. "You good? No hay-related injuries?"

Her attention shifts to Thundergleam, and she can't help but grin at her suggestion. "Maybe we can name it Haypaw and put it on moss duty. With all the work we've got these days, we could use the extra paws," She follows up Roaringsun's idea with a chuckle. "Or better yet, let's see if we can get the apprentices to move it. They could use the challenge."
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[DEERPAW.]

The day had been rather dull, a blessing in itself but a curse to him. He felt restless... Laying in a shaded area, he lets himself scan the bustling Thunderclan. Leaves float down in droplets of different autumn hues, coating the floor in their wake. Thud. Deerpaw lets himself nudge at a few leaves in his boredom. He is enjoying the shade and what it brings. Comfort. Thud. There is a rustling at the gorse tunnel, hazel gaze flickers up at the entrance. Leafhusk's voice rings in the clearing, letting feathered ears perk forward. CRASH! He lets a flinch rattle his very being, a surprised but choked out yelp escapes his maw. What in the hell!

The thing goes straight for Tigerwing, eyes widen at the scene before him. Well... The faux tortoiseshell drifts over to the gathered group, his tail twitching against the ground while he shuffles his way over. He wanders towards the thing, nudging it with a dark paw. Wide, curious eyes stare at new thing, ear flicked towards the strange one's voice then to Roaringsun's. Deerpaw lets a snort escape him at Stormywing's suggestion on naming it. "Huh... H-Haypaw..." Then he whips his head around to stare at Stormywing. He lets his maw drop at the rest of the warrior's words, then to his shuffling paws, speaking with a mumble. His tail curled around one of his legs with a flick. "N-nevermind!"

﹒౨ৎ˚₊‧ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑮𝑶𝑨𝑻'𝑺 𝑬𝑮𝑮 ᯓ★ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃

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• temp deerpaw reference

  

• ( I-I CAN'T H-HANDLE IT! ) ˚₊‧ ♰ ‧₊˚ DEERPAW. ╱ thunderclan apprentice
  ⸝⸝ AMAB ; HE / HIM ; CURRENTLY 10 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 26TH.
  ✶ homosexual, ace / not actively looking — mentoring none.
  ✶ a scrawny longhaired black/dark ginger tortoiseshell tom with low white and hazel eyes.
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, 4d4344" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like mud &. damp earth musk

  all opinions are ic! he's morbid and he sucks </3 ♱

  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone

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[tigerwing]

tigerwing was an early bird, always had been. her form was thickening, less skin and bones the longer she settled in her home. her frame was beginning to no longer hold jutting bones, and fur was growing back in patches where it could over her scarred form. a low purr escaping her as she ducked her head to bite into the mouse she was sharing with another. she swallowed, but her eyes were bright. "oh the twolegplace stinks, there was this metal thing filled with sour scents that another cat was sleeping in? they called it their home! Pidgeon was their name, and they were covered in gunk!" she shook her head in disbelief.

the thumping didnt come to her ears, she was invested in this story about the twolegplace. she passed over the mouse to the other clanmate, continuing in her adventure, and how pigeon had led her to the edge of the twolegplace. her head lifted a bit as leafhusk suddenly called her name, before pupils slit at this large thing coming straight for her. a daze passed over her as she hit the ground, black suddenly washing over her. the thing bounced beside her before stopping. she was but a mere speedbump from it colliding with another den, or another cat.

her paws gripped the dirt beneath her, a spiral dizziness of her vision (and were those stars?) as she shook her head to try to regain grip to the spinning world around her. voices around her start to fill in the ringing. murmurs of confusion and worry, and slow blinks as she rose back to her feet. "Im fine!" the cheery warrior announced, giving her head one more shake to try to regain her composure. "yeah im good!" she reassured, her vision straightening.

green eyes maintained confusion, eyes drifting from the others to the 'hay' thing that had invested others attention. her head tilted softly, watching leafhusk poke and prod, and others curiously investigate. "where did that even come from?" she questioned, a white paw reaching out to grasp a few loose strands. it was not soft like moss, an uncomfortable feeling passing over at the thought of even sleeping on it. as she tried to throw a clump, it instead spiraled from her paws in a lazy fashion. "Its dusty, and uncomfy," she commented.

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[Softsight]

Softsight is exiting the warriors' den to see what all the commotion is, when she catches sight of poor Tigerwing getting up and dusting herself off. A small bushel of hay sat next to her, and as Softsight approached with a subdued caution, she frowned when the other she-cat declared it uncomfortable. Nothing they could make use of, then, aside from cracking quick jokes and gaining some joy from its random appearance; not that that was all bad, as there was a need for slower, easier days in the life that they all lived.

"Do you suppose we could use it to reinforce the camp?" Softsight suggested practically as she came to stand beside Roaringsun, giving the tom a cursory glance, taking in his laughter before stifling her own smile. Roaringsun had a talent for contagious happiness, and though she wouldn't allow herself a laugh in public, she could play just as lightly with the others. "Haypaw might as well be good for something, after all."

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• SOFTSIGHT ✩ warrior of thunderclan, fourteen moons
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.

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[Flamestar]

〔✦〕The fiery tabby had been visiting the Elder's den when Roeflame had fetched her. Hearing about some large, grasslike object rolling into their camp was the furthest thing her imagination could have made up for the reasoning behind needing her, but regardless she dipped her head in goodbye and turned to follow her deputy. "What in the name of Starclan?" It was a miracle nobody had been flattened underneath of it as it tumbled down into their camp. Tigerwing had gotten thumped by it, but she seemed alright. Flamestar joined the rest of her clanmates, padding close up to the object to give it a cautious sniff. It smelled of twolegs, yet it also smelled somewhat similar to Windclan's heather and moorland. She reached out, and touched it with her paw as she listened to her clanmate's ideas. Stormywing named it Hay...a strange word, but she didn't question it. Whatever it was, it would have to be moved...and after it was moved, they would need to check for damages to their entrance. It was unlikely that this hadn't pulled anything loose on the way down into their camp.

At Softsight's suggestion, the leader would nod her head. Hay did seem like it would be a useful resource, and it would be silly to not try to take advantage of its strange arrival. "It is similar to our den patching materials. Perhaps we can use it to reinforce our dens. I'm not sure how well it would weave, but it's worth a try. Using some would help make moving the rest easier."

even on my weakest days ( I get a little bit stronger ) //

• ooc.
• FLAMESTAR —— leader of thunderclan , mentoring merlinpaw . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 38 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle
  ★★★★★★★★★
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.

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[TOADHOP]

Another oddity is brought to ThunderClan's paws with the wind's guidance. Large and out of the ordinary, it's presence — and the loud thud it made to announce it — frightens poor Toadhop, startling him from what little slumber he had found. " What — What in StarClan's name is that? "

It earns a name quickly. Hay, as bestowed upon by Stormywing. Haypaw, as if the gray tabby holds the stars in her paws. Another twoleg quirk, this hulking boulder, no doubt.

He looks to Roeflame, to Flamestar beyond that. Softsight has a decent idea afterall, to use it for reinforcement. It's pelt seems more nest-like, than cat-like.

" Should we just… tear it apart, then? " Toadhop asks, nearing the new supply source. Perhaps Haypaw wouldn't receive a warrior name after all.
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