camp DRAGON’S BONES [food aggression]

[CRABPAW]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 The boy has been quiet, strangely so. He goes on patrols and hunts with Cicadaflight as usual, but the time spent with his mentor isn't filled with a carefree sense of joy anymore. Cicadaflight, for his part, hasn't really acknowledged the situation; Crabpaw isn't sure whether he's grateful for that or not. It gives a sense of normalcy to his continued training, but at the same time it feels wrong for his mentor to simply… not acknowledge it. The lingering fear of being shunned and hated still hangs over him, and it extends to his mentor as well.

He's just returned from a cold, awful border patrol alongside Cicadaflight, with sore paws and a jaw that aches from how tightly he's been clenching it. His empty stomach growls, and a juicy fish seems like the best way to quiet it. So when Crabpaw makes his way back into camp to find the perfect-looking fish perched right on top of the prey pile, his heart leaps in his chest. Prey has been scarce lately, and with the blizzard raging it's been days since the boy has eaten a good meal. That fish… it's exactly what he needs.

His paw brushes gingerly against the scales of the fish atop the pile, but he doesn't manage to get a grip on it. Before he can pick it up, another paw enters his field of view and snatches the fish away in an instant. "Hey," he snaps, turning cold green eyes on the fish-thief. That off-balance feeling, the one that's been following him around since the reveal of his true heritage, returns in full force. His heart pounds against his chest, nerves set alight and jaw tightly clenched. He doesn't bare his teeth, but it's a near thing. He knew this was coming eventually; his clanmates have decided that he doesn't belong, so he shouldn't deserve to eat. The thought makes his lip curl, and his ginger-splashed ears swivel backward irritably. The idea that he may have misinterpreted an innocent coincidence as intentional cruelty doesn't even cross his mind. "That's mine. Give it back."

time to fight ˚𓆛˚｡ it’s time to ride

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  PROMPT: Tensions over limited resources lead to arguments within the Clan. Your character gets into a disagreement with a Clanmate over fresh-kill or bedding. Do they resolve it peacefully or will tension continue to simmer?

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• CRABPAW 𓆝 he/him, apprentice of riverclan
  𓆟 ginger and cream tabby with rippling white spotting and mossy green eyes. closed-off and unnaturally quiet.
  𓆟 mentored by cicadaflight
  𓆟 son of iciclefang & stormywing ; brother to cragpaw & pinepaw
  𓆟 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𓆟 penned by foxlore

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[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶Worry distracts her, keeps her looking up to the sky and trying her hardest to believe that this storm will end. It seems like there isn't one in sight and the weather at least to her keeps getting colder and colder. Stepping out of camp and even the dens is risky but they habe to eat. Everyone does at one point or another and that is what drives her from the warrior's den now. She isn't even thinking much on who else might be seeking something to eat. Her gaze is narrowed as she steps toward the pile only really thinking on what she can share with Splashdance. If she even wants to share anything with her. Honestly she is still confused on just about everything and the burden of that is steep. Perhaps too much for her to handle. That thought shocks her really to admit any sort of weakness and without being aware of her surroundings she snags a fish from the pile. The molly is about to pick it up when suddenly biting words enter her ears and her blazing gaze snaps to the apprentice. One of Iciclefang's. The woman stands there and almost looks confused before she realizes that Crabpaw had been going for the same fish. Her muzzle tightens, flattens into a thin line. Halfclanners. Yet at the same time she is with one.

It's a strange thing to her that she willingly does this while knowing how she feels about those that betray the clan. Those that show they have no loyalty and abandon their own for somewhere else. Pretending. Her eyes close then and she takes a breath. But these apprentices have done nothing of the sort. They never abandoned their birth clan, they never had a choice in the matter of their parents and so she drops the fish. Scooting it over to Crabpaw. "Here, I didn't know you were going for it. I just...I was going to share it with someone but it's alright. I can pick something else." She feels like she has a lot to think about these days.​

 

[Newtpaw.]

MIND OUT OF ORDER
AND HEART ON MY SLEEVE​

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newtkit & 06 moons & agender & they/it & riverclan kit ​

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━━ Newtkit, being the child they are, doesn't really understand - doesn't understand why Iciclefangs choice in mates is such a betrayal to their clanmates, hwy Cragpaw and Pinepaw and Crabpaw might be on edge. They only see the confusion and anger in their clanmates faces, and meet it with confusion of their own, tail twitching. This is no different - Newtkit is, of course, aware of what leaf-bare means - but its an abstract thing, to the child whos never known true hunger. So when Crabpaw snaps at Midnightash, they simply frown, mouth opening wide to echo what they've been tol a hundred times before. " Mom says your supposed to share food, not fight over it! It's- it's good manners, or something, " they blurt out ever so helpfully, nodding at the warriors words. They doesn't think she should have to give it up entirely, but at least she has the right idea of things!

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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j u s t ━ t h a t ━ k i n d ━ o f ━ b e a u t i f u l ━ a n d ━ i m ━ h e l p l e s s

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[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Whilst she had been recovering in the medicine den, Pinepaw had been spared from dealing with the leafbare scarcity of resources. Being among the sick and injured, the apprentice was always kept fed.

Now, she was just like every other apprentice in the sense that her hunger now fell quite low on the totem pole; in only that sense. Everything else in Pinepaw's life was still quite outside the normal.

Unlike Crabpaw, the weight of recent events was nearly all that hung between Pinepaw and her mentor. Some mornings, the tortoiseshell molly wondered if she should have opted to be reassigned- though despite Pinepaw's resentment for her mother, the older apprentice knew that her fall from grace did not make Iciclefang any less of a skilled warrior. The fact was, the disgraced molly was still her best bet. Besides, the apprentices warrior ceremony was on the horizon anyhow.

The sound of her brother snapping at some poor, unsuspecting soul draws Pinepaw's attention over. Her single-eyed gaze carries the same weariness as her littermates, but curiosity burns in golden depths like dying embers. "What happened?" She prompts, slivered pupil sliding over to Midnightash. Upon their return from Sunningrocks, the older warrior had stood up for her against Ferngills scolding. Even still, the other had always carried similar beliefs to Pinepaw- despite her recent hypocrisy in choice of mate- and the apprentice almost dares her to show them now.

She doesn't, and slides the fish towards Crabpaw. Problem solved. Newtkit insists that her brother should be sharing, and Pinepaw turns to the kit with thinly veiled annoyance. Preachy little thing.

"Don't worry, he will be." With her, of course.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND I BEG TO BE TESTED ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ BY GODDESSES RESTING ──┐‎

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  PINEPAW ✩ she/her, apprentice of riverclan, 6 moons.
  ⭃ stocky, coarse-furred tortoiseshell she-cat with large, white dipped forepaws, a white tail tip and muzzle. Honey hued optics take the shape of almonds.
  ⭃ apprenticed to Iciclefang.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragpaw && Crabpaw
  ⭃ 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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[BEEFANG]

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ — Beefang doesn't treat Iciclefang's kittens any different than she had before but the former lead warrior has lost all of her respect and ruined her own image but Lichenstar had dealt with it accordingly, at least, in Beefang's eye(s) that's how she saw it. There could've been harsher judgement cast upon the tortoiseshell for her act of teachery and lying while sitting on the council of two leaders, it makes the black smoke wonder if she would've withheld her tongue and remained on Hazecloud's council when the blue toned molly eventually took over once her mate lost her final life. She's quite certain that Iciclefang would've taken it to the grave and a part of that is admirable in a sense if it hadn't been such a dishonorable thing, the thought of her father's first apprentice being a traitor... Dreadful.

Beefang would be different and the ideal apprentice for her father, the bicolored molly wouldn't stray from the warrior code or commit the sin of loving someone that doesn't reside within Riverclan. She doesn't understand what the former lead warrior had seen in Stormywing of all cats but what's already done is done and now, the clan will have soon-to-be formiable warriors within their ranks, she hopes that despite the heavy blow to their image and place in the clan that the three of them would overcome it through time.

Her tattered ear would flick to the side as she watches everything unfold before her and she simply allows it to be solved on its own as Midnightash relinquishes the fish to Crabpaw who seems to be quite snappy over the warrior taking it. Newtkit seems to pipe up about sharing and Pinepaw reassures them that her littermate would be sharing, of course, Bee knows that the apprentice means it would be shared with her. A part of her tries to ponder about how these apprentices must feel after everything but it isn't one that she lingers on for long. She couldn't imagine herself breaking the code for someone beyond Riverclan's borders or even her own littermates for that matter, how foolish. To think of tainting good Riverclan blood with someone lesser than them.

DROWN IN YOUR SORROW AND FEARS ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ CHOKE ON YOUR BLOOD AND YOUR TEARS

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  WARRIOR SKILLSET;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ HUNTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ COMBAT
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ SWIMMING
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING
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  ✦ a shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and a singular amber eye
  ✦ 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. distrusting of outsiders and will snap at you if y/c walks up to her on her blind side. all her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 17 moons old; ages the 10th every month
  ✦ asexual homoromantic; mated to moonbeam
  ✦ currently mentoring... roepaw ; formerly mentored by smokestar
  ✦ firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ✦ sister of cicadaflight and loveburn
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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