pafp drowning above water | snide remarks

[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ A patrol slips back into camp, easily bringing in their prey from the morning hunt. Many maws filled to the brim with fish that are deposited upon the pile. One such fish also hangs from her own jaws but there is another that she noticed who did not even glean to touch upon the water. The many mouths that they needed to be able to feed could easily come from the river until things began to shift during leaf bare. But the tom decides to hunt upon land and waste moments hunting and tracking when the fish were right there for the taking. The shadowed warrior shifts her amber orbs on the tom then as they both get to the pile and she drops her fish upon it, the large trout easily enough to feed more than one and she lifts her chin up. "I'm wondering honestly what Streamsong sees in you." She begins with annoyance riddling her voice as she shakes her head. "You won't even touch the water. Honestly are you even a real Riverclanner?" Tilting her head a bit she rolls her eyes a little and turns away from the tom for a moment, shifting her paw against one of the fish against the pile.

"She can do so much better. Especially with someone that can actually keep up with her. All you are doing is slowing her down and I hope you aren't getting in the way of her actually using her swimming skills." After all if she stops she might forget and they don't need more drypaws on their hands. They have enough already. All they seem good for at the moment is taking up space and hunting just on land. As if that is something special. The clan would be foolish not to teach both in the first place.

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[BUGBITE]

Another good hunt! Today, Bugbite caught a sparrow, and though not as impressive as half of Streamsongs catches, shining scales and big enough to feed two cats, he feels pride in himself. Trees weren't the easiest to scale after all! He moves to deposit his catch, giving an acknowledging nod to Midnightash as she does so too.

He's about to turn away before she speaks. I'm wondering honestly what Streamsong sees in you, it's this very sentence that makes his stomach drop, that makes him feel as if he'd fallen in to the river in leafbare. Ice cold washes over him as he slowly turns his head towards her, pupils pinpricked as he squeaks out a small, "What...?" what in the world is Midnightash talking about? Had- Had she heard gossip? Does she hate me? Oh, Stars, shes embarrassed in me, he does not know why his mind first goes to Streamsong when it was Midnightash uttering these words.

She questions his place in Riverclan because he won't swim. His chest tightens. "I- I just don't like it!" he tries to protest against her, but she keeps on driving the point home. "I was born here, of course i'm a real Riverclanner." hes impossibly quiet, now. All of his fears, his insecurities, come to light and here is Midnightash, laying it out before him, to the whole clan. Now everyones going to think he's a fraud!

And then she reiterates how Streamsong deserves better- "I know she can do better! You don't have to rub it in!" he snaps, his hackles bristling as mist gathers in his eyes. But she chose me! And she loves me! And thats all that matters right, right? Streamsong always swims, she always is in the river on the walks they take, but... An insecure, tiny little voice in the back of his head cries that maybe his lack of swimming will drive her off. "Leave me a-lone." his voice cracks, small and pathetically upset.

𝖨𝖵𝖤 𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖳𝖮 𝖶𝖱𝖠𝖯 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖴𝖯 𝖳𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 ｡˚ 𓇼 𝖳𝖨𝖫𝖫 𝖨𝖳𝖲 𝖳𝖨𝖬𝖤 𝖳𝖮 𝖡𝖨𝖳𝖤 𝖣𝖮𝖶𝖭

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  ❥ bugbite ʚ♡ɞ bugpaw
  ❥ cis male ʚ♡ɞ he/him ʚ♡ɞ 27 months
  ❥ riverclan warrior ʚ♡ɞ mentoring n/a
  ❥ red cameo with white and blue eyes ʚ♡ɞ sharp-edged & sleek
  ❥ "speech, B3D9B2" ʚ♡ɞ thoughts
  ❥ mates with streamsong ʚ♡ɞ bisexual
  ❥ smells like lotus' and moss ʚ♡ɞ hint of something sweet
  ❥ penned by chuff

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[tanglepaw]

Drypaw is a distasteful term that floats around between bitter remarks and excitable gossip. It's a defining trait, sometimes from birth, sometimes throughout life. For some, it is a title that can be outgrown. For others, like Bugbite and Tanglepaw himself, it is a target unable to be removed.

There's not always quarrels. In fact, most of Tanglepaw's life so far was spent in peace. But there are always watchful eyes, curious questions, and.. in some cases like this, felines set in their ways. The apprentice follows in shortly after Bugbite, matching the glossy fish of their counterparts with a measly vole of his own. Mismatched eyes flick up to Bugbite as she suffers the brunt of the remarks cast unto them by a fellow warrior; as he listens, the corners of his mouth tilt down around his catch.

In his heart, Tanglepaw feels the need to defend and protect those with likely symptoms to his own. But as the darker furred warrior's pointed words grate his ears, he can merely flatten them until it is his own rapid heartbeat that he hears. Leave her alone! She's a fine warrior, he longs to call out, until it aches in his chest; but upon seeing the tears that shed from Bugbite's eyes, Tanglepaw merely glances away, spitefully embarrassed by the sheepishness of the other drypaw.

He could never stand up for himself. Perhaps he should make a point to avoid Bugbite.. for she will not stand up for herself or him, either.

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[duckpaw.]

( 𖤐 ) "there are plenty of other reasons streamsong could be just humoring buggy here," the snide voice breaks through bugbite's stuttering tone, heralding the arrival of a tan and white patched girl, who gazes at midnightash with sour eyes. "but the fact that he can't swim isn't one of them. now, his voice? that could be it, or his personality." now her eyes flick to the tomcat, eyebrows raised. she isn't defending him, she'll make that clear, but cats bulling others for their lack of swimming gets on her nerves.

in the background, tanglepaw cowers, and dee will offer the shy cat a quirk of her lips. "just cause the clan is called riverclan doesn't mean we gotta swim about it." a yawn stretches her jaws, as if she's bored already of this conversation. "anyway, i don't see anyone padding after you, midnightash, just cause you can swim. at least buggy's got a mate." matching fire for fire, poison for poison, the apprentice snaps her maw shut, eyeing the older girl with challenge in her gaze.

she enjoys these little verbal spats that she has occasionally with her more like-minded clanmates. "nice catch, anyway," dee will add, turning to bugbite. "midnightash might say it's not very riverclan of you, but hey, food is food, aye?"

WATCH THE WORLD BURN 𖤐 I GOT THE GASOLINE

• // ic opinions only xoxo (btw none of her hostility is very well founded, she just likes to be rude) "#767200"
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• DUCKPAW 𖤐 SHE / HER, RIVERCLAN. GOES BY "DEE", SISTER TO LOONPAW. 9 MOONS, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a longhaired and broad-shouldered cinnamon sepia with low white and acid-green eyes. long, tangled cinnamon fur decorates her frame, darkening around her tail, face and paws. a splash of white blankets the right side of duckpaw's face, spattering out across the russet background, and covering one large front paw. duckpaw's eyes are poison-green, bright and judgemental.
  

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[STREAMSONG]

Streamsong unfortunately hears the conversation that fell from their lips, and she can't help but wonder if Midnightash had intentionally spoken so boldly when she was close enough to hear everything. She couldn't believe what she was hearing! Accusing Bugbite of not being a real Riverclan warrior simply because he held a certain distaste for the water rubbed her fur the wrong way. However, the look on her mate's face as Midnightash continues, throwing an insult of how she didn't know what she was seeing in her mate continued to get underneath the molly's skin.

Of course she wasn't embarrassed by him! How could she ever be ashamed or hold any amount of distaste for Bugbite? She loves him! Her paws begin to carry her forward, eyes flickering over the crowd as she stalks towards the growing crowd, holding little care for how the situation may turn. Words are being tossed back and forth, claims of how she could do better than her own mate. How just because he would rarely set one paw in the currents she loved so dearly, that it meant his birthright to the clan was erased completely.

By the time her angry paws had led her to the group, halting diagonally infront of her mate facing Midnightash, she wraps her tail comfortingly around her mate while attempting to ground herself. Even Duckpaw's words are still seemingly targeted, however, they hold a kinder tone and message than the other warriors's.

"Leave him alone Midnightash." She warns, eyes narrowing as she gazes upon the younger molly. Truth be told, if things grew sour and turned physical, the younger molly was likely to gain the upper hand. Streamsong knew her talents lay beyond physical confrontations and that she should tread carefully. However, her anger was quickly threatening to overtake her. "He's not the only dry-paw in the clan. They do just as much good for Riverclan as those of us who enjoy swimming in the river's currents."

i just need to leave this part of me behind do you remember me, when the rain gathers?　/　˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

• ooc.
• streamsong.
  ⤹ cisgender female ( feminine pronouns )
  ⤹ 26 moons / ages realistically on the 4th
  ⤹ mates with bugbite / heterosexual ; monogamous
  ⤹ warrior of riverclan / currently mentoring none
  ⤹ lh blue tabby with low white
  ⤹ peaceful actions may be powerplayed / underline and tag account when attacking
  ⤹ "speech" / thoughts / hexcode: #afd2e9
  ⤹ penned by halimede
  
  
  

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[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ His what makes her roll her eyes. Tapping her claws against the fish she sighs almost wistfully. "I'm sure you heard what I said." Midnight shrugs her shoulders so casually as he blurts out that he just doesn't like it. Well then perhaps he shouldn't be in Riverclan. Perhaps the moors are a better place for all of these cats taking up space. Her tail twists and bends like a serpent, a sudden giggle leaving her muzzle. "Oh yes, of course you are. Yet you can't even do one of our basic skills. Splashdance is half the Riverclanner you claim to be and she can swim circles around you. How wonderful." Bile fills her words, disgust playing on her tongue before she just shakes her head. If he knows that she can do better then why hang on to her. "If that is true then why are you so determined to stay latched on? At this rate you'll sink her like dead weight." The woman is unapologetic for her words. Cutting her gaze to the side to see Tanglepaw.

But another voice lifts up and she looks at the apprentice with baleful eyes. Her head tilts slightly and she feels a smile pull at her maw. "You are right. She is definitely humoring him, probabky till she realizes what a wast of time it is." If she needed help in the water how would he help? How would he save his mate from the potential drowning or swimming incident. Though Duckpaw's words next do make her narrow a little bit. The idea of romantic relationships not lost on the molly. "Who said I wanted anyone to be padding after me?" Her question is sharp, muzzle twitching before she finally finds hersrlf face to face with Streamsong.

The sunkissed youth blinks her amber gaze as she looks at the other, coming in the defense of someone who covers and tells others to leave him alone. A snort pulls from her as she casually allows a smile to pull at her muzzle. "Of course Streamsong. They do so so much for Riverclan. Loyal little kits playing at being real Riverclanners everyday. Must be nice." Her tail lashes as she ducks her head down to grab a fish to take to the Elders.​

 

[Magpiepaᴡ]

〔✦〕”The air speaks the truth, he just seems unwilling to accept it,” Came an even voice, tone blank and empty though the words no less harsh and calculated. Bugbite cowards and pleads to be left alone- what a sad little cat. They where a grown warrior and cowering like Midnightash wasn’t moons younger than them. Still, the black cat brushed up along the red-furred molly like a little devil on her shoulder, whispering to her, “Didnt think Streamsong could take on so much,” Sarcasm dripped from their lips into the others’ ear and it rests its chin on her shoulder like the idea bored it. Tanglepaw doesn’t say anything either from where they had been and blue gaze glance to the apprentice idly, before shrugging merely. Not a worth a breath.

Then there was Duckpaw and this anger boiled up inside of their chest, making claws sink into soft ground under them. Magpiepaw had to swallow it back, tried to keep it down as they shouldn’t be angry. No they were trying to control their anger and not let the bile bubble. Yet Duckpaw keeps talking and the more they talk the more the fur along the black and white cats’ back rose. “At least we can defend out clan in the water, you know what surrounds us?” They snap heatedly and Midnightash also lays into Duckpaw about Streamsong being around for just the formalities. Starting that Midnightash didnt have anyone padding after her and they bare teeth.

Streamsong then makes an appearance and words die on its tongue, words of lashing out further at Duckpaw for being so mouse brained and Bugbite for being a warrior who ‘just didn’t like it’. Magpiepaw finds itself backing down as Streamsong was more of a parental figure to them and their ears flick back, the notion of still being an apprentice not lost on it, “It is not our fault that they refuse to even try, we’re surrounded by water and fight in water! How do you expect us to trust him when he wont even dip a toe?” It demands from the warrior and lashes their tail back and forth.

mirrors start to whisper ( shadows start to sing ) //

• ooc. All ic opinions with conlfictions
  
• MAGPIEPAW —— Warrior of Riverclan , mentored by Hawkcloud . MINNOWFANG x NEWTTHROAT . littermate to Gladefrost, Frecklepaw ✦ penned by wolfie
  ✦ AMAB Agender Androgynous / it/they / 12 moons & ages 23ʳᵈ
  ✦ single / demisexual lesbian monogamist / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— dirty fighter, will fight to win
  
  ✦ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
• reference image here
  

  a long haired black cat with white on its back, front legs and tail tip with blue eyes.

  
  

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[claythorn]

She emerges from the nursery like a wraith- a sharp word bidding her kits to stay wrapped in their nests under the watchful eye of another. Claythorn had heard the argument- no, the daylit shaming coming from a younger warrior then her. This feels like a repeat of moons past where Claythorn was berated for a different kind of stance. No, not her drypaw status (of which, even Lichenstar knew why Claythorn didn't swim,) but she had more battle talent then a warrior who did nothing but run her mouth.

Mismatched golden eyes were narrowed, what muscles hadn't grown soft in her nursery-bound status rippling as she drew directly beside Streamsong. When she speaks, there is no measure of warmth in her tone for the words she reserved for those standing against Bugbite and Streamsong. There is no measure of mercy left in her words as she speaks. "Because I see plenty of defending here from you two." Claythorn's whiskers don't quiver, and her vision bores through them both. If a cat could make the seasons change, the river would be frozen from her disposition.

The maine coone lineated she-cat drew to her full height, staring down her muzzle at both Magpiepaw and Midnightash. "Drypaws have given some of you protection regardless of how they feel about their clanmates- because it was always about Riverclan, not who can and who cannot swim." Her tail swept- briefly did her eyes wander for seafoam ones, or ghostly-white pelt, or the smoke. The three at the bank of the river when Claythorn bled her mother dry. Briefly, she looked for Gladefrost, for any of the cats she had saved from the jaws of dogs. She shook it off, snapping her eyes back towards the warrior and apprentice offending.

She takes a step forward, ignoring the urge roaring at her to pull her lips back, to bare her fangs, to unsheathe her claws. This could be done without any of those 'pleasantries'. "Beyond that, it's fox-hearted to judge someone's relationship by their 'worth', on the scale you dictate yourself." Claythorn spat. Her eyes shifted towards Streamsong briefly, then back forward- willing her vision to communicate that she'd be willing to defend them both. She couldn't lie, though. The fear-scent off of Bugbite was unnerving, one that made her want to turn her head away. She wouldn't. Fear wasn't going to kill them.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ┌── THOSE FIVES WORDS IN MY HEAD ⋅❁⋅ YOU SAID ILL NEVER LET YOU GO! ──┐‎

• "speech"
  

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• CLAYTHORN she/her, queen of riverclan, sixteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate torbie with mismatched golden eyes, scars across her right cheek and over her left ear. cold exterior and threatening glares, built for stamina/battle and not swimming (tall/muscled)
  ⭃ mentored by darkbranch (npc) / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ mated to otterbite / / mother to dark-kit, onyxkit, sparrowkit, eelkit, dropletkit
  ⭃ 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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