camp DIGGING LIKE YOU CAN BURY | prompt, den fortifying

[salmonshade]

Weaving dens is something she had never been good at, and thus she feels useless around camp. She hadn't been assigned to anything in particular today, nor does she have a lesson for Riverpaw until later (whenever the sun begins to set, she decided she shall show him how to fish at a disadvantage). Because of it, she had tried to busy herself with grooming, though quickly fell bored with that...

She, desperate to feel useful, had thankfully remember a trick she had been taught when she had first came to Riverclan alongside the other former colony members. Flat shells, packed with mud, helps fortify in the event that there is a flood... And with the last one so heavily in mind, when they had to shelter in the beech copse, she had quickly begun to work. Shells are fetched, pawfuls of mud are unfortunately fetched as well, and she quickly settles in to a nook near the nursery to begin on it. The nursery, out of all of the dens, needed the most protection from the elements. After all, with all of the queens and coming litters... She wouldn't want anyone to be swept away.

Theres pawsteps besides her, and by the time someone else arrives, her shell pile is quickly dwindling. "Can you go fetch me more shells?" she asks idly, not exactly caring if they don't grab them. "I saw more flat shells by the edge of camp." and those are exactly the ones she needs.

𝙼𝙰𝚈𝙱𝙴 𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 ଳ⋆｡˚ 𝙼𝙰𝚈𝙱𝙴 𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚁

• prompt, with the water no longer cold the hunt for shining stones and shells can begin once again - a good flat shell packed with mud helps add another layer of protection to the base of a den in case of flooding!
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  ❥ salmon ,, salmonshade
  ❥ cis female ,, she/her ,, 38 months
  ❥ warrior of riverclan ,, mentoring riverpaw
  ❥ fluffy & dainty chocolate tortie smoke with white, blue eyes
  ❥ "speech, fd9367" ,, thoughts
  ❥ lesbian ,, single
  ❥ smells like warm flowers & freshly cut grass
  ❥ chibi by pin ,, penned by chuff

 

[Moonbeam]

Moonpaw had never thought of packing mud into shells and placing them on dens as fortification in case of being swept away, she hadn't been around during the flood when RiverClan had been displaced and when there could have been the opportunity to do so the past season it had thankfully never come. Seeing Salmonshade out now, packing mud within shells and placing it against the walls of the nursery had Moonpaw curious and so she'd pad closer, maw opening to ask a question before idly she'd been asked to fetch more shells.

Curiosity pricked at her once more but the mollie moved away to the edge of camp to grab all that she could carry before moving back to the nursery and sitting down beside her former mentor, offering a smile if she were to look her way. "What're you doing?" She'd ask, amused by the look of the wet mud on the walls of the nursery, though the shells did help to make it look pretty, an added plus she was sure the kits would love to see when they came out to eventually see what the noise was or to play a game. As she wait for an answer she would follow in suit of the other, paws reaching for the mud to place it within a shell before a slight look of disgust crossed her features as it stuck to her paw before it left as quickly as it had come.

A STRAWBERRY AVALANCHE ꕥ CRASHED OVER ME

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ INFECTIONS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ACHES & PAINS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ILLNESS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BROKEN BONES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ KITTING
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ POISONS
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  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ speaks softly & often found humming
  ꕥ 11 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently being mentored by ravensong
  ꕥ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
  ꕥ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[CRABPAW]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 Crabkit loves the river. It's so shiny and glittery, plus it has fish in it that he can catch—or, he's supposed to be able to catch them, at least. It isn't his fault that they move so fast! But he's also kind of scared about the river, because one of the older cats told him that it flooded a long time ago. The thought makes his eyes sting with the threat of tears, and he turns his face into the moss of the nest he lies in. A noise from outside the den suddenly catches his attention, though, and bright orange ears perk up. He rises from the nest to check it out, a yawn escaping his maw as he pushes his way out into the riverbound camp. He catches sight of the brown and white she-cat just outside the nursery, and his curiosity is piqued. What's she doing with all those shells?

"Hey!" He cries out, his white-webbed tail whipping excitedly back and forth as he bounds over to the duo. Ochre-rippled paws touch down in a patch of mud, sending it splattering up his legs and belly, and a sharp giggle leaves the kit's mouth. "What're you doing?" Another burst of laughter leaves his ivory maw—he's echoing Moonpaw's words, but he strides forth to reach for one of the shells at the top of Salmonshade's pile. Muddy paws slip and slide at first, unable to get a grip on the shell, but soon enough he turns it over to see its pearly inside. Why is the warrior putting mud inside there? Mossy eyes shift back to her, seeking a response with his wide gaze.​

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[salmonshade]

Turns out Moonpaw was the one she called for and when the ivory-painted molly returns with more shells like she had asked, Salmonshades tail curls happily over her back. "Thank you," she responds and then thoughtfully tilts her head at Moonpaws question. "Someone, long ago... Once told me about using shells to protect from flooding. It provides extra protection..." she idly explains, using a claw to smear mud in one of the new ones Moonpaw brought, her expression turning amused as Moonpaw herself steps in mud. "Can't ever be too safe... Our camp flooded, once," her face falls in to something serious. Shes sure Moonpaw has heard the story, before, but she never would have lived it. Stars, that was nearly two full cycle of seasons ago, now... Or maybe it was longer? "Had to go to the beech copse. If we had this... Maybe the nursery would have withstood longer..."

Hey! Comes the voice of a kit, causing Salmonshade to twitch her tail. She's not sure what she expected, working on the nursery and all... Of course kits would become curious. Crabkit gets messy in the mud and then snatches a shell- Salmon has half a mind to say she needs that, but a deep breath in and then out is all she needs not to fall back in to old habits. "I'm fortifying the den," she explains, once again, her gaze trailed on the kit trying to look on the inside of it. "So little kittens like you are safe."

𝙼𝙰𝚈𝙱𝙴 𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 ଳ⋆｡˚ 𝙼𝙰𝚈𝙱𝙴 𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚁

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  ❥ salmon ,, salmonshade
  ❥ cis female ,, she/her ,, 38 months
  ❥ warrior of riverclan ,, mentoring riverpaw
  ❥ fluffy & dainty chocolate tortie smoke with white, blue eyes
  ❥ "speech, fd9367" ,, thoughts
  ❥ lesbian ,, single
  ❥ smells like warm flowers & freshly cut grass
  ❥ chibi by pin ,, penned by chuff

 

[valesight ➶]

⸙͎｡˚⋆ ⍋ ѧѦ ѧ⍋ ⸙͎｡˚⋆

Interrogation was a good method for understanding the inner machinations of the nebulous minds of others. Moonpaw was a welcome sight at least, one that he felt like he could reliably predict and trust... and hopefully by sticking around her it would prevent an accident that might find his injury at an even more extended stay. Salmonshade's task looks very monotonous...

He doesn't think he can help much either.

Settling beside the thin, pale coat of the medicine cat apprentice, he casts her a small glance in silent 'hello' before his attention drags towards a very rowdy Crabkit. "It flooded? But it looks dry now..." How did the water leave? It wasn't like it had legs to just walk off with...​

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[carawaysong]

-ˋˏ ༻✧༺ ˎˊ- the menial tasks that filled much of carawaypaw's time bored her to no end. she felt much more confident learning to hunt and fight, her paws fumbled more often than not when building nests or fixing walls. it wasn't something she was proud of. even if it was soul draining she knew it was important, perhaps with more practice, maybe some expert insight, she'd be building the best walls riverclan has ever seen.

she didn't much understand how a few shells would save them from a flood, didn't care to dig deep into the logistics. if salmonshade spoke it as
fact, carawaypaw'd take it as one. she watches the warrior work, packing mud and placing shells. but she's not hard to distract from the venture, ears flicking towards valepaw who posed a more interesting question.

"maybe it dried out, or went back to the river..." carawaypaw ponders aloud. maybe it was one of those things that just happened and worked for reasons she couldn't decipher, like the shell walls.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── YOU'LL LIVE FOREVER 《✧》 DOWN UNDER WITH ME ──┐‎

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  CARAWAYPAW ✧ she/her, apprentice of riverclan, 9 ☾'s
  ➺ carawaypaw is a pretty longhaired silver tabby with green eyes and a long, lithe frame.
  ➺ willowroot x poppysplash ↛ sister to bumblepaw, minnowpaw, mosspool, and hazewish
  ➺ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ➺ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[BEEFANG]

I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS THE MOONLIT SEA — The call for more shells is enough for Beepaw to glance up from grooming her coat, a careful and more gentle stroke of her tongue over her chest where a pink pawprint rests near her heart. She's extra careful not wishing for the berry paint to fade away so quickly so the task that Salmonshade's doing at the moment would help in that or so she thinks, Bee approaches with her feathery tail waving slightly in a silent greeting to those there. The bicolored molly would've bumped shoulders with Moonpaw but a certain apprentice was currently in the way but chose to shrug it off and glances to the pile of shells noting how Crabkit was already helping himself to the collection. Salmonshade mentions how mud and shells will fortify the walls of the nursery from a potential flood of which she hopes doesn't happen, she's heard of the story of camp flooding once from her fathers when she had been younger.

With a snow dipped paw, she reaches to dip and smear it into the mud only to pick out a shell as she mimics Moonpaw's former mentor in placing the shells onto the nursery. Valepaw and Carawaypaw's question making her ears twitch in the slightest when they mention the camp looking dry now, the moggy blinking her mismatched eyes at the pair "It's dry now and if Starclan allows it, it shall remain flood free." She muses quietly despite the stoic expression that she wore and turns to Iciclefang's kit, Crabkit, offering a faint smile only to motion with a muddied paw, "Do you want to try? You just got to do it like this, Crabkit." Bee reaches for another shell, packed it with mud, and found a place to slap it carefully onto the nursery.

THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME ✦ BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA

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  ✦ shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and mismatched eyes
  ✦ oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. all her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 10 moons old; ages the 10th every month
  ✦ sexuality unknown; currently interested in no one
  ✦ currently being mentored by smokestar
  ✦ firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ✦ sister of cicadapaw and cricketpaw
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Graypaw]

The amount of cats outside of the nursery right now was a serious problem. Didn't they know that they were interfering with his naptime? As yet another apprentice's voice joins the fray, Graykit lets out a frustrated hiss and attempts to cover his ears with his paws only to let out a loud groan when it did nothing to mute the voices or the patting sound of paws pressing against the walls of the den. Finally, he's decided he's had enough. He had to see what the big idea was and when he comes outside he is greeted by the source of his irritation. A group of apprentices, a warrior, and Crabkit.

Instinctually, he comes to stand next to Crabkit and listens to the warriors explanation on what it was she was doing. Well, he supposes if she was doing it for their safety he can forgive her for disrupting his nap. "The river floods?" he asks with an alarmed squeak. Why in the world did they live so close to it then? "Why? Why does it do that?" Beepaw says StarClan willing it would remain dry and he shoots her a bewildered look "Does StarClan make it flood?" But.. no, that didn't seem right. Why would they do that? Wasn't StarClan supposed to be good?

( ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ) I can feel you leaving

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  GRAYKIT RIVERCLAN KITTEN ; HE / HIM
  LILYBLOOM X LAKEMOON BROTHER TO SNOWKIT
  

  A plush coated kitten with a pelt marbled in varying shades of gray and white. He has dull green eyes and a tall stature. Most of his personality can be described as carefree though some also say that unmotivated is a more than apt term. His trust and love is easily won through praise but he will do little work to receive it.

  ✶ easy in battle + no formal training
  

 

[GILLSIGHT]

✧ . Sometimes it surprises him, the way today's apprentices and kits are too young to remember the floods that still forge his nightmares. An apprentice himself at the time of the flood, there was almost a point where he wouldn't have been standing here today — instead, in the stars somewhere, forever known as Gillpaw.

Sunny eyes watch with curiosity at Salmonshade's practice, at the shells the older warrior packs down upon the nursery's base as RiverClan's youth raise questions.

" M-Melted snow. There was t-too much w-water. Like… If there were t-too many kits in the nursery. Th-there'd be no room for more. S-Some of you would fall o-out. " Gillsight offers to Graykit's inquiry. The first part at least, for his ability to answer dies at the second question. Had it been StarClan's fault? He doesn't think so, doesn't think it could've been. If anything… It was StarClan that allowed him to still be here today, right? Chest tightening with confusion and dread at the idea, his gaze shifts to Salmonshade instead.

" M-May I help…? " It would get the job done quicker, and would allow for the kits to rest for a bit without the sound of construction just outside.​

✦ ABOUT

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  GILLSIGHT ✦ AMAB. He / Him. Warrior of RiverClan.
  ✧ . A scarred, black and white tom with yellow eyes.
  ✧ . NPC x Urchin
  ✧ . Mentored by Clearsight
  ✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
  ✧ . Penned by Abri ‣ @_abri_ on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
  ✧ . " Speech " ; Attack

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[TWINKLEPAW]

"Can I try too?" Twinklekit meows, wiggling to stand next to Crabkit and Beepaw. The apprentice had offered her denmate an opportunity to assist in fortifying the nursery. "Please?" She meows, always remembering her manners.

Twinklekit reaches for a shell and waits patiently for permission to make an attempt. Meanwhile she takes in Gillsights knowledge on the flood that had been caused due to snow meltage.

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