don't deny that you're synthetic * applepaw

[newtpaw]

thick, heavy clouds have been hovering on the edge of the visible sky all day, threatening the streak of mostly clear days. much like the grey clouds looming, she's been trying very hard to shake off the gloom that's seemingly lingered on and around the camp since the yellowcough outbreak. as a remedy this means talking as much, and as loudly as possible. it doesn't appear to be working. regardless she's terribly excited to be an apprentice, even moons into her apprenticeship, the thill of the promotion lingers shockingly long for newtpaw.

she's finshed her hunting for the day and is eating a slim mouse, ripping through it like she's starving, a rare occasion that doesn't have her chatting, when fat, cold rain drops begin to fall from the sky, the clouds having since crowded together.

she snatches the prey in her jaws, begins to run for the shelter of a den as if the raindrops will burn her. "my mouse!" newtpaw mourns what could have been a near loss of a meal to rain making her food soggy. "that could have been bad." she confides in anyone nearby with a toothy smile, as the rain picks up to pelt the outside world, filling in the dips of the ground to form puddles.

/ @APPLEPAW
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[APPLEJAW]

Weary of the looming clouds, and as always, having had enough mud on her to last aa lifetime, Applepaw has taken to ducking within the apprentice's den the moment she's relieved of her duties. She sees no reason to wait for the first drops to hit her nose, and looks on without pity as Newtpaw is swiftly rained on in the midst of her meal. As the black - and - white apprentice runs for shelter, she would find Applepaw already settled rather contently, a tongue rasping against thick fur in the final remnants on her grooming.

She knows little about Newtpaw, but she has no reason to dislike her just yet. She hears her relieved huff of breath. That could have been bad. A blue eye peeks toward Newtpaw's mouse. " Hardly anything to ruin to begin with. " The prey is scrappy. " And it's only going to get worse. " She squints outward to the now steady pound of rain. Newtpaw was lucky to only be disturbed by a few drops. Thankfully, ShadowClan's camp had never been lambasted with rogues, and the den should be free of leaks.

Applepaw did not think she indulges in small - talk often, but if she were to be trapped in the den with one of her peers, she supposes she has nothing better to do. " Do you think yourself ready for leaf - bare, Newtpaw? " Applepaw allows herself an easy expression as she looks to the fellow apprentice.

( one track mind, one track heart ) ༊ ( if i fail i'll fall apart )

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• ( CAUSE I FEEL LIKE I'M THE WORST, SO I ALWAYS ACT LIKE I'M THE BEST ) APPLEPAW. apprentice of shadowclan. eldest sister to swanpaw, ashenpaw, and garlicpaw. ( + birdkit, halfkit & tanglekit )
  —— she / her; confused by the use of others.
  —— currently 7 moons old as of 10.22.23. ages every 17th.
  
  longhaired blue torbie with a white chest, paws, and underbelly. A young cat you would describe as " bossy, " Applekit is quick to take charge of any situation she sees herself as the probable head of. A rule - follower to a T, and thinks herself better than the majority of her clan for this. Not ignorant enough to think herself above a warrior, but seeks to gain that status as quickly as possible. Intensely self - motivated to be the best in a mixture of blind, childish desire, and never wanting to be afraid of anything ever again.

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[newtpaw]

"yeah." she sighs, looking down at the bedraggled prey resting at her paws, she lowers herself to take another hasty bite before turning to applepaw with a stuffed mouth. "tastes good though." newtpaw explains, muffled by the mouthful which quickly disappears. "i was hoping to go hunting again today." a groan of complaint comes from her, settling on her haunches by the entrence, watching the rain pelt down. she similarly knows little of applepaw, although eager to start a conversation with anyone who will listen.

"it's getting colder, it'll get harder to find prey." newtpaw states the obvious, nodding. "think it's going to be a hard leaf-bare, hunting is going to suck! it's already been a cold fall!" she shares, exaggeratedly shaking to prove her point, although it's raining outside of the den. "now it's raining, what is there to do?" is complained, planning to occupy herself in conversation. the words keep coming to her. "what's been happening for you lately?"
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[APPLEJAW]

Newtpaw eventually admits that the prey is nothing spectacular— though with a mouth full, says something about it still being good. Sure. There were certain sorts of prey in ShadowClan she would not call good, but she could not afford to be picky, and such an expense would only lesson in probability with time. I was hoping to go hunting again today, the apprentice laments, and Applepaw finds herself lifting a curious brow. She thinks it was quite uncommon, that anyone truly hoped to hunt, moreso, it was just a thing you did. Applepaw mulls over this. She wonders if Newtpaw was the ambitious sort. " Eager to improve your technique? " she proposes. Her tail flickers where she lays.

Yes, yes... Applepaw finds herself blinking mildly, as Newtpaw chats away about things she already knows. " Every Leafbare is hard in ShadowClan, " she says, and really— it makes her sound older than she is. " ...So I'm told, " she tacks on. The cats who have lived for more than a season won't stop talking about it. " I know what Leafbare is, but are you ready for it, Newtpaw? " she presses. " Are you ready to gnaw on lizards and bones already picked - clean? To rummage through carrion, to eat rats? " Applepaw leers toward the other apprentice, taking on an interrogative tone. The truth is that Applepaw wasn't ready. Leaf-fall had been more than cold, laden with plague, rogues, and death. "Can you accept the possibility that it might get worse. "

As far as what's been happening for her, much of it was not proper for idle conversation, so she would not answer.

( one track mind, one track heart ) ༊ ( if i fail i'll fall apart )

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• ( CAUSE I FEEL LIKE I'M THE WORST, SO I ALWAYS ACT LIKE I'M THE BEST ) APPLEPAW. apprentice of shadowclan. eldest sister to swanpaw, ashenpaw, and garlicpaw. ( + birdkit, halfkit & tanglekit )
  —— she / her; confused by the use of others.
  —— currently 8 moons old as of 11.17.23. ages every 17th.
  
  longhaired blue torbie with a white chest, paws, and underbelly. A young cat you would describe as " bossy, " Applekit is quick to take charge of any situation she sees herself as the probable head of. A rule - follower to a T, and thinks herself better than the majority of her clan for this. Not ignorant enough to think herself above a warrior, but seeks to gain that status as quickly as possible. Intensely self - motivated to be the best in a mixture of blind, childish desire, and never wanting to be afraid of anything ever again.

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[newtpaw]

"Yeah." It's sighed, "I'm not very good at it." The self-deprecation comes easily, looking down at the prey between her paws that has nearly disappeared into her stomach, the bright expression dimming a bit. At least the prey were coming into camp with less bitemarks, which is likely not an incredible feat, considering the end result was a bedraggled and teeth indented mess usually. She nods in agreement, similarly lacking experience. "We're gonna get to see snow at least." Prospects of seeing the phenomena has her excited, so used to warm days past.

The other apprentice's interrogation has her blinking, unsure what she's getting at, the tone catching her off guard. She's startled at first, but then Newtpaw's can't quite identify why it endears her. "That would suck! If it does come to that, you can share what I catch!" She offers a toothy grin that quickly dims. Worse? This time it's spared a little more thought, the young apprentice's nose twitching. "Um. Well. I hope it won't get that bad.. As long as everyone else is okay. It'll be fine, I don't mind eating gross stuff I guess. Don't you think so?" Eyes are cast back up to Applepaw, as if she can find assurance from her who has put it out there in the first place. "I think you will be okay."
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[APPLEJAW]

Applepaw would offer no comfort to her. It is not her job to council weak apprentices. With satisfaction, she notes that she cannot relate to her fellow apprentice's sentiments. We're gonna get to see snow at least. It's childish. Something she could see Garlicpaw saying without an ounce of shame, and their father would humor her. He'd take her out to build things from snow, when there are a number of more important things they could be doing. ...That's fine. Smogmaw could do what he wants. Applepaw would be feeding their clan.

( She couldn't say that she is not curious— but who has time for curiosities? Familiarity keeps them all alive. )

That would suck! It's hard, for her not to make an ugly face at the girl. " It will do more than suck, " she snaps. Newtpaw makes it all too obvious that she's two measly - seasons old. If it does come to that, you can share what I catch! Each and every day, the entire clan shares with each other. Was she born yesterday? Applepaw did not need her scraps, by any means.

I don't mind eating gross stuff I guess. Don't you think so? No, she did not. Newtpaw is naïve. Painfully, painfully naïve. Applepaw could've been like her. Like Swanpaw. Like Garlicpaw. She was not, and she will never be.

I think you will be okay. Applepaw startles, at that. For a beat too long, she watched Newtpaw. Incredulous, " Of course I will be. " And then her eyes would narrow. " You should worry about yourself. "

( one track mind, one track heart ) ༊ ( if i fail i'll fall apart )

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• ( CAUSE I FEEL LIKE I'M THE WORST, SO I ALWAYS ACT LIKE I'M THE BEST ) APPLEPAW. apprentice of shadowclan. eldest sister to swanpaw, ashenpaw, and garlicpaw. ( + birdkit, halfkit & tanglekit )
  —— she / her; confused by the use of others.
  —— currently 8 moons old as of 11.17.23. ages every 17th.
  
  longhaired blue torbie with a white chest, paws, and underbelly. A young cat you would describe as " bossy, " Applekit is quick to take charge of any situation she sees herself as the probable head of. A rule - follower to a T, and thinks herself better than the majority of her clan for this. Not ignorant enough to think herself above a warrior, but seeks to gain that status as quickly as possible. Intensely self - motivated to be the best in a mixture of blind, childish desire, and never wanting to be afraid of anything ever again.

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[newtpaw]

Oh. The sharp words rounden her eyes. Maybe not the most intelligent feline, she's able to attain how it seems the her own words serve to provide further provocation to her peer.

Easily she buckles and bows under the sharp words, the snappish delivery equal parts thrilling and discomforting: "Yes. I guess so." She's not sure what she can do to make Applepaw like her, hoping the banal agreement will placate her. Hopes that it will alleviate some of the stress she's clearly inflicting on the other apprentice. Averting her gaze elsewhere, she opens her maw. "You're right." about what, she's not entirely sure but she's extending it regardless.

"It's.." important to share. The calico has to think on the words that immediately come to mind, figures they don't quite suit her purposes, backtracks. "Yes. You're so right. You're a good hunter after all. I'm not sure if I could survive it." Her world is so small, she wants to encompass all she can in it, every single feline she can fit under her umbrella appearing as an attainable task.

Not knowing when to stop prodding, Newtpaw's back to peering upwards. "Are you okay?" It's a naïve question, under the impressions that everyone is as company friendly as she is. "Sorry if I made you upset, I know I can be annoying. Sorry." The apprentice finds the apology takes no effort, slips out with ease. She's clearly been talking too much, but still can't stop herself, has never been able to. "When it's not raining. You could show me how you do it?"
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