camp DID THE UNTHINKABLE [ intro ]

[eaglepaw.]

A soft breath left him as the breeze rustled- it was one of the nicer days of Greenleaf, where the sun wasn't too hot and the breeze was just cool enough, just cool enough that his longer fur didn't bother him, just long enough that it too rustled with the reeds, lifted by the current of wind that rushed past. His eyes were closed in a rare moment of downtime between patrols- trapped on both of them as his mentor brought him to both. Likely, if someone approached, he wouldn't notice. Well, not visually, anyways.

Eaglepaw was trying to be an active cat- attend what patrols he could, hunt, train, eat, sleep and repeat. It was near contact. Perhaps his mentor did take pity on him, keeping him rested in this brief moment. (Either that, or his mentor was also enjoying the nice weather.) A bird chirp had his eyes slowly sliding open, chin tilting towards the feathered creature that flit past. A small smile found his face.

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• EAGLEPAW he/him, apprentice of riverclan, six moons.
  ⭃ LH black tabby with intense, greenleaf-green eyes. a bit taller then average, with a powerful frame and graceful movements, carries himself with pride. normally seen with a slight smile or a serious face. someone you can rely on.
  ⭃ mentored by npc / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after no one / / littermate to graypaw, and streamkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Foxpaw!]

Foxkit sat nearby, orange eyes trailing after the bird that had flitted past Eaglepaw. The kit stumbled briefly after it, leaping clumsily and then staggering awkwardly as he landed, forepaws spread wide apart as the wobbly tortoiseshell struggled to keep his balance. His tail drooped as he watched the creature fly from the camp, his head tipping slightly to one side as he watched it go. "Where d'ya think it's going?" he asked softly, to no one in particular.

 

[bitternkit]

"Home," a voice suggests behind Foxkit. "That's where... it's goin'." Bitternkit trots forward, white-dipped tail flagging high. He nudges a nose into Foxkit's mottled fur, as though reassuring the kit to continue forth.

Afterwards, Bitternkit weaves quickly in front of the unsteady tortoiseshell to settle besides Eaglepaw, amber eyes flicking up to the much larger tom to watch him observe the bird. "Do you watch birds a lot. Do you bird-watch a lot as an apprentice? You're named 'eagle' but have you seen one?" He cocks his tri-colored head, ears flicking passively as he spills question after question. Bitternkit is excited to be speaking to Eaglepaw and intends to pester him further about how his training is going. He turns over his shoulder and flashes a quick smile to Foxkit, tilting his head.

"C'mon, Eaglepaw is going to tell us about bird-watching," he mrrows, returning his attention upon his senior by one moon. The small tortoiseshell's lips are twisted in a mischevious smile as he squints at Eaglepaw- oh, he knows Eaglepaw isn't bird-watching with his mentor all the time, but Bitternkit is more than excited to hear what he has to say about it. He's just teasing!

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[shellpaw]

he doesn't see her. his eyes are closed, so he can't -- but he could definitely hear her as she crouched up behind eaglepaw's slumbering form. she'd never claimed to be stealthy, as much as she tried to be. regardless, he dozes in the golden sunlight and shellpaw approaches and pounces from behind onto squared shoulders once close enough, lilac tail swishing playfully at gaunt haunches, ” hiii, silly. “ she chimes, draping her head sideways over where ivory - capped paws hook over him to grin her pink ice smile. he smells of meadowland and sun and work, which makes sense because she hadn't seen him all morning. he was one of the working - est cats she knew . . it was nice to see him lazing, for once.

the sound of babbling kits lifts strawberry gaze, squinting an amused glance back down at the young tabby at the small crowd he'd accumulated. the avian in question flutters off, and to where . . shellpaw couldn't really say. she'd thought about it, at times -- what it'd be like to have wings, to go wherever she pleased. it seemed . . frightening. yet still, sometimes, she feels as though she could fly far, far away. home, bitternkit says. she watches it disappear into the distance, wistfully, ” how, um -- do you think it remembers how to get back? “ would it remember where home is, if it could go anywhere in the whole forest? would it still want to go back home?

she rolls sideways off of him, curling onto her flank at eaglepaw's side as bitternkit continues, rambles questions that lingers that ghostly smile upon her face. instead of helping, she only gives the tabby a sparkling look of expectancy, ” y - yeah eaglepaw, tell us about birds. “ wispily purred with restrained giggles. if he didn't know any facts, he'd better start making them up quick.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ° 𓇼 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

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  SHELLPAW 𓆉 SHE / HER. TEN MOONS OLD, APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN, MENTORED BY LICHENSTAR ; SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. HAZECLOUD xx LICHENSTAR, NIECE TO SMOKESTAR. PENNED BY ANTLERS ----------------- ° ❀ ⋆
  frail alabaster molly with lilac striping and watery amber eyes.
  
  she is pallid ; platinum splotched with ribbons of dovey lilac curls, wisped ends like memories of a distant shore and plush enough to conceal the juts of malnutrition beneath. tufted elderdown fur conceals a body worn fragile by tumultuous youth, too thin in some places and round with baby fat in others. her face is short - muzzled, framed half mast by eyes coined rheumy, rosen amber. the anemic cold pink - purple at tender paws and nose tell a lifetime of sickness, further made obvious by the feathering weakness in half - whispered tones.
  

  CHRONICALLY ILL ; prone to wheezing, nose at a constant drip from longterm illness - induced nasal polyps. not contagious.

  
  

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[eaglepaw.]

His eyes were half-lidded once again as Foxkit tumbled about, a small crowd growing about him. He was... tickled by the idea that he was friendly looking enough for kits to settle near him, ask him softer questions, even though he wasn't that much older himself. He's about to respond when Shellpaw's body makes contact- a small start causing muscles to twitch underneath her paws as his head turned.

A good sign, though- Eaglepaw isn't alarmed. He had just barely heard her approach and knew it was her, knew that her scent carried a specific way, the salt with the river's blossoms just beneath. His eyes slow blinked once as he focused on where her head hung to the side. "Hi, Shellpaw." He murmured towards her. Ears twitched as his vision struck towards Bitternkit as a hail of questions found him- then back towards Shellpaw.

Heat brushed his ears but he cleared his throat as he spoke. "I don't bird-watch often, no. Busy training, or on patrols." He clarifies. "So it's.. nice to spend a little bit looking at them. They're free, up there unrestrained by obstacles." The second half of that sentence is lightly murmured- ears twitched. "No, I haven't seen an eagle, and I'm.. happy that I haven't. They're fearsome enemies, my mentor tells me." More then fearsome- they're likely to kill a cat to eat one.

He pushes that thought off as he allowed the other apprentice to tumble off of him and curl close, glancing towards her once more. She thinks this is funny. He thinks to himself, a hint amused at the way she was near-laughing. "Same way we do, maybe. Scent, by eyesight- or simply knowing which direction it came from." He humored the thought for a moment- they knew their way by scent, but did birds smell? A funny question, one he wasn't going to wonder aloud at. It'd get the kits started all over again.

Vision shifted and turned towards the three collected nearby. "Well? What have you all been up to, then?" He questioned, genuinely interested in how their mornings went.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── PUTTING DOWN THE ROSES ⋅❁⋅ PICKING UP THE SWORD ──┐‎

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• EAGLEPAW he/him, apprentice of riverclan, six moons.
  ⭃ LH black tabby with intense, greenleaf-green eyes. a bit taller then average, with a powerful frame and graceful movements, carries himself with pride. normally seen with a slight smile or a serious face. someone you can rely on.
  ⭃ mentored by npc / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after no one / / littermate to graypaw, and streamkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[CLOUDPAW]

"I think their hearts must guide them home," the ivory apprentice cut in, wistfulness evident in her voice as she stepped towards the group. It was nice to see more of Eaglepaw and Graypaw again now that they had been made apprentices. It was a bit lonely to move up without her denmates, and she was glad to have them close again. She cast a warm smile to her childhood friend as she settled beside the kittens, curling an alabaster tail around delicate paws. "The birds, I mean. That's the only thing that makes sense! Don't you think?" she mused to Foxkit. Turning back, shining mint-green eyes fell to the tabby tomcat who was currently at the center of this captivating conversation. "Hello, Eaglepaw," she trilled in a soft greeting.

Her grin widened ever-so-slightly at Shellpaw's antics, glad to see that Eaglepaw was able to relax and enjoy himself for a while. He did seem to work harder than any other apprentice she knew, and he'd only just become a paw! She hoped that he knew it was good to take breaks every now and then, too. All work and no play would get terribly exhausting after a while. The cinnamon-splashed molly gently lowered herself to lay upon the sunlight ground, crossing her front paws over one another. "Hmm.. well, I guess some of us have been busy training today, though not as busy as you always look! Be honest, you're trying to show us all up, aren't you?" she laughed teasingly.

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• CLOUDPAW ♡ she / her, apprentice of riverclan, 9 moons
  ⭃ long-hair white and cinnamon chimera with pale green eyes. petite and elegant.
  ⭃ npc x npc // younger sister to moonbeam and rowan // littermate to crawfishpaw
  ⭃ single, crushing on no one // mentored by no one // mentor to no one
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted // underline and tag when attacking.
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[LAKEMOON]

.·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·. Lakemoon preferred to keep herself and her paws busy, though her apprentices were often burdened with the warrior’s rigorous working habits by extension. The silvery warrior still tried to give them extra downtime when she could, hoping it would inspire her to learn a thing or two from her apprentices.

Seeing Eaglepaw surrounded by a group of peers and kits would normally deter the mother from approaching, but Foxpaw and Bitternkits ramblings caught her attention as she walked by. Eaglepaw’s name represents strength, Lilybloom had chosen it with the hope that it would reflect. Though, Lakemoon supposed it could also be her own little homage to the Great Journey.

Eaglepaw’s response is amusing, and Lakemoon saunters closer, though a reasonable gap is still kept between her and the group of apprentices, having nothing to contribute other than: “eagles rule the sky. They’re so large, I could see them make full circles around the mountain tops during the Journey.” The mother does not embellish, they truly were monstrous in size. Giving her son an affirming nod, her gaze drifts to both Shellpaw and Cloudpaw momentarily.

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  LAKEMOON ☾ she/her, warrior of riverclan, 27 moons.
  ⭃ lanky blue tabby with low white and navy blue eyes and a slightly twisted right hind leg. A large facial scar stretches from her right brow to her left cheek, and another crosses at her chest and stretches down the length of her stomach.
  ⭃ daughter of Tempestmoon && Lilypad ࿏ sister to Wolfwind ࿏ mate to Lilybloom & mother to Snowkit, Graykit
  ⭃ 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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