camp DEATH VALLEY ❦ thorn in paw

[primrosejaw]

The moon is a pleasant glow in the sky, a cool flank of evening light against her face. Primrosejaw feels it more than she sees it, tastes it more than she takes it in -- imbued with a strong sense of herself, the long joints and muscle, she feels the chilly blue glow as a smooth press against her face, sleek as new mud. The same cool, mist - freckled mud slick under the gently inflamed heat of her calloused paws comes across her heart - shaped face through the round moon in the sky.

She tilts her pale face into the imaginary texture, relishing the tactile press of the ground against the broad tufted mass of her paws, heavy shoulders curling forwards into her chest as she meanders across the relative emptiness of camp at moonhigh.

Suddenly there is an intruding sensation, the sense of something foreign in the gnarled juncture between the flat plane of her pawpad and the pale, thinly - furred flesh surrounding it. Primrosejaw pauses, raises her massive paw and turns it over to greet the stout base of the thorn curving into the dense meat of her paw, lodged sturdily in the place where her pawpad proper meets the fur surrounding it. The sensation is one of pain, but far away -- fog on the horizon, overruled by passive interest in the fresh sensation.

" Ow, " she murmurs distantly.

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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Shadowclan having unsual sleep schedules meant there have always been some slight activity. Yet this evening things were different as Snowpaw had a hard time even attempting to sleep so the tom had found himself amongst the camp in the silence when he heard a hushed tone, or perhaps it was the smell of blood that caught his attention. Worry crept in his mind that it might be another falling victim to the harsh land before them and so he approached only to see Primrosejaw looking down at her paws.

"Are you okay?" he asked the older cat, not noting that they had a thorn lodged into their paw.. not now at least but, if she asked for him to get Starlingheart he would. At least... it wasn't anything major, like she wasn't dead or... battered like Bloodpaw and Singepaw had been when they snuck out so the relief he felt flood easily through his chest as he looked at the other through the haze while moonlit glowed on his pale fur.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You ve wasted your life , but thanks for applying ──┐‎

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  "speak""Thoughts"
  
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  Snowpaw ❄ He/Him, apprentice of Shadowclan, 9 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[MIRESTAR]

Sleepless eyes peer up at the night sky in wonder: is it, with all its twinkling stars and glowing moon, teasing them? There had been no dreams waiting for Mirepurr when they settled into the warriors' den sometime after the sun has set, no comfort to be found amongst other peaceful bodies. Tossing and turning all night would have just tired them out more or annoyed someone else into consciousness. A simple stretch of their limbs is the better alternative, one with the added benefit of clearing their mind.

Primrosejaw is easy to make out amongst the darkness. Pale face, scarred jaw and a huge body - like some sort of ghost, except one that belongs here instead of simply haunting the camp. At first, Mirepurr intends to just pass by her with a respectful nod, but the way she stops catches their attention. The way she lifts her paw betrays what happened. "Thorn?" Snowpaw is quick to join them both, concerned.

They almost tell her that Starlingheart will take a look at it. It's only natural, of course; the medicine cat's name sits on tongues as soon as any harm comes to another. But... Mirepurr just wishes she could catch a break for once. Is it foolish to think that warriors themselves could do the job just as well? Precision would be all it takes for someone's teeth to free it from the sea of fur between her pawpads. "Best get that out quick," they say, ready to help if Primrosejaw asks, but not quite brave enough to bring the idea up first.
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[MARBLEPAW]

She had sat attentively in her aunt’s den before Magpiepaw’s disappearance, her eyes wide and focused as Starlingheart’s piebald paws wove leaves into bundles. She has since not returned—her kin is in mourning, still, and she’s been busy despite the grief in her heart. Injuries and sicknesses don’t stop just because the healer is incapacitated, after all. Marblekit’s mouth is open to suggest Primerosejaw visit Starlingheart, just as Mirepurr and Snowpaw had thought to do, but she clamps it shut when she remembers the tiredness lurking behind green eyes.

“I’ll get it out,” she offers innocently. Does she know how to do such a thing? No, not really, but how hard could it be? She bares her tiny teeth, as if to display them for Primrosejaw’s evaluation. “Here, gimme your paw.”

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Marblekit, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 3 moons old, ages realistically on the 1st.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — shadowclan kit, formerly a rogue. siltcloud x lilacfur, gen 3.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh fawn tabby with dull green eyes. courageous, curious, introspective, observant, judgmental, snarky.
  
  

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[sneezeduck]

Sneezepaw wasn't normally a night owl, but something had kept them up at night. Perhaps it was the rude awakening by frogs that startled him not long ago, but he hadn't been sleeping comfortably in days.

Sneezepaw rests just outside the apprentice's den with closed eyes, awake but not entirely present, when he hears the voices of cats around camp. It starts with a soft 'Ow', garnering his attention as he opens one eye, and continues as a few cats gather to see what had poked the warrior. A thorn, the other gathered cats had decided. After a small stretch, Sneezepaw walks over to see for himself.

It is indeed a thorn - but Sneezepaw doubts if Starlingheart should be woken from her sleep for such a thing. Sneezepaw is pulling thorns and twigs out of his fur all the time, so how hard could it be? He's doubtful at first, but as Marblekit offers her help, he ponders for a moment then nods. "Yeah, maybe 'cus Marblekit has tiny teeth, she can get it out easier?" he suggests. Alternatively, he still hasn't fully grown out of his baby teeth either, though they were much bigger than Marblekit's.
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CHARACTER INFORMATION — ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ♡ — OUT OF CHARACTER

• sneezekit SNEEZEPAW
  ━━ APPRENTICE of SHADOWCLAN | 6 MOONS ,, ages every 2nd
  ━━ DUCKSHIMMER xx NPC | SIBLING to SINGEPAW and SWALLOWPAW
  ━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
  ━━ MENTOR to none | MENTORED by SHARPSHADOW​
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• speech is #ffcc8a​