camp everybody talks ღ sharing tongues

[whitedawn]

It had been a couple of days after the fairly tense gathering, and the small femme was sitting beside @Adderpaw, grooming the tom as they talked. "We were patrolling the tunnels and I discovered a mother rabbit with some babies. They were so small. We ended up leaving them alone so we have more prey in the future." She murmured softly, twitching an ear as she lay beside the tabby. "How have things been going for you?" She asked, blinking as she looked up at her friend with a soft smile. While she had an ever-growing fondness for running the tunnels and learning them with her mentor, she won't deny that it seemed the moor runners had the more... eventful things occur to them.​

[I'M BREATHING]​

 

[cottonsprig]

Cottonpaw still isn't too used to her brother being so close to another cat - even with his siblings he prefers a bit of distance. She tries not to knock it, however. As much as she is curious, she has also grown to be a little bit tact. No use in ruining a good thing, she decides. Plus, Whitepaw is her friend, too, and she enjoys seeing the white furred she-cat happy. The apprentice trots closer to the two, holding her tongue with all of her initial bothersome inquiries - up until Whitepaw asks Adderpaw what's going on for him.

"Oh!" she squeaks finally, a grin stretching from ear to ear, "Just the other day, Adderpaw got splatted with a whole lotta mud. It made him look better, I think," she teases her brother easily.​

 

[Periwinklebreeze.]

STEADY THE RIGHTS AND THE WRONGS
periwinklepaw | 09 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff

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Always one to seek out what physical contact he can, it is not long before periwinklepaw squeezes his way into the group, content to enjoy the sunlight beating down upon them and the feel of his clanmates pressed against his side. Cottonpaws words are what finally draw him from his lazy lull, blue gaze blinking slowly as a he lights up in a cheerful smile. "M-m-mud is always such a p-p-pain, I even g-g-g-got stuck in some th-the other d-day!" he's careful to leave gravelsnap out of his story, worried the other might take it as making fun of him if he includes that. He doesn't mind if the younger apprentices tease him about that, but he's not going to put his friend through that. He's never been one to gossip after all. Well... except that one time, but that had been him listening, not talking.
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[GRAVELSNAP]

Gravelsnap would rather be tossed into the gorge than voluntarily press himself against the pelts of his clanmates. The idea of sharing tongues has always been quite strange to him—why would he want someone else’s tongue in his fur? The thought alone sends a shudder running down his spine, and the young warrior straightens in his position, settled a few safe tail-lengths away from the others. They seem to be sharing idle chatter, and although he feels a bit out of place, Gravelsnap smirks in response to each of the stories that they tell. "We," he corrects Periwinklepaw, voice soft as he makes his presence known. "We got stuck in the mud. I think it made me look better, as well." Recalling the reflection of himself in a puddle, the image of brown splashed across his scarred face, the tom lets out a short huff. "How did Adderpaw manage to get splattered with it?"
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[ DEATH OF A DREAM ]​

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[Addervenom]

Life doesn't discriminate

Adderpaw lays upon the ground with his paws crossed comfortably over one another, smoldering eyes half lidded as Whitepaw's tongue combs through the soft loose curls behind his head. Sharing tongues is not a past time he found himself involved in unless his siblings or parents were involved. But somehow the ivory apprentice by his side managed to wiggle her way into his very small circle of those allowed to touch his fur. He listens in silence as she speaks of an encounter within the tunnels, a mother rabbit and her brood of kits, ultimately left to their own devices. He hums, softly to indicate that he is still listening, eyes now trained upon his sister as she wanders over.

A single tufted ear flicks in time to hear Whitepaw question him, although he hardly has time to answer as Cottonpaw takes it upon herself to speak for him. The bridge of his nose wrinkles in annoyance at the memory, tail flicking to showcase further irritation as Gravelsnap asks how. "It doesn't matter how." He quips, narrowed eyes locking onto his sister. Swiftly deciding to change the topic he looks in Periwinklepaw and Gravelsnap's direction although his gaze hardly softens. "Have you seen any more traps on the moors?" He questions. ​

Between the sinners and the saints​

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[cottonsprig]

Cottonpaw giggles when Periwinklepaw and Gravelsnap admit that they, too, got caught up in some mud recently. It seems that Adderpaw isn't too keen on sharing the details, however. Thankfully, for him, Cottonpaw doesn't get social cues! She catches his narrowed gaze and curls her tail delicately around her paws, hardly ready to dart off should her brother launch at her. "Sunstride got stuck in a muck pit and Adderpaw happened to be in the line of fire," she says, simply, trying to further hide her laughter.

Regardless, Adderpaw changes the subject to the traps, and Cottonpaw frowns slightly. One of those things put Sunflowerpaw out of commission for a month. She hates the idea of them, just as any cat should. "I hope not. They're more of a nuisance than -" she pauses, unsure what to compare them to that's justifiable. She almost inputs hawk, however decides that those are more dangerous than a bother. A shiver goes down her spine briefly before she finishes her statement with, "Twolegs, I think," though she's never seen one.​