camp Everybody talks {Intro}

[Mapleshine]

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A huff would rush out of Mapleshines' body as she was tripped and her frame slammed into the ground below her. She lay there for a moment, her expression clearly one of frustration but after a heartbeat, she would rise to her paws and shake out her fur. The NPC she had been sparring with tilted their head at her and smirked, "Not bad, but you're not very fast at dodging." Mapleshine would roll her eyes but the smirk that was on her muzzle was enough to show any who were watching that there were no hard feelings between the two, "Yea yea, I'll work on it."

The NPC was called away for their patrol and after saying quick goodbye, Maple was alone once more. The pretty chocolate smoke would stretch, wincing ever so slightly as she took mental note of her left flank, which was definitely going to be sore in the morning. Turning to the rest of the clearing, the warrior would nod once before trotting towards a group of her clanmates, the smile she wore was a happy one as she spoke, "Hey guys! What's everyone up to?" ​

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[Smallstorm]

LOOK OUT, THEY'RE CLOSING IN ON YOU NOW
WAKE UP, OR YOU'LL WAKE UP SIX FEET DOWN
NOBODY'S GOT YOUR BACK IN THIS TOWN
KNOCK 'EM IN THE TEETH NOW

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Probably Smogmaw. Hes pretty big." mused one the cats Smallstorm was sitting with, to which he promptly and matter-of-factly replied, "Nah, he'd taste like shit- just like his attitude."

Despite the tabbys unkind words, the tone and grin that sat on his lips was far from. Smogmaw was actually among the cats that Smallstorm found highly amusing at times, but there was no cat in camp that was safe from the crude, blunt way that the stocky little tom had of speaking. "I'd go for Boarjaw. Or maybe Forestpaw, if apprentices are also free game-"

"Hey guys! Whats everyone up to?"

"Oh, hey Mapleshine. We were just discussing who to eat first once the prey runs out."

He fixed the shecat with his most innocent smile, something that turned out to be far more shark-like than one would expect from such a small, harmless looking cat. Smallstorm hadnt been blessed with the size or physical prowess that most others his age had. He was notably shorter than most adult male cats, in shape from all the training and activity that clan life demanded of its cats, but with a more wiry build.

"Got a suggestion to throw in the ring? So far we're considering Smogmaw, Forestpaw, and Boarjaw, but we can be swayed."

Of course, it was all in good fun. Smallstorm may have been an unpredictable little shit that bothered the hell out of his clanmates half the time, definitely a bit on the unhinged side, but he would never actually do something like eat a clanmate. Never. Probably.

OOC- anyone can be the cat Smallstorm is talking to, or it can just be an NPC :)
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shadowclan warrior - male -22 months - single - a short, wiry brown tabby with amber eyes

 

[Halfshade]

"Almost had it that time!" The torbie replied to the greeting, a smile across her maw quite sincere as she acknowledged Mapleshine, despite the macabre conversation being had she had somehow ended up involved in. While not exactly engaging with the topic with any seriousness she was listening with a vested interest and amusement alight on her face despite the severity of what leaf-bare would have to bring. It was obviously in jest and it was better to joke about such things than actually consider them wasn't it! "I still think we should start at the top of the ladder, if we eat Pitchstar first then who will stop us?" Actually the more she though about it the more likely Pitchstar seemed the sort of cat who would be the first to take a forbidden nibble of a clanmate. Good luck chewing on her though, her pelt was thick and not often did teeth manage to make their way through her plush coat to get to anything edible. Not even taking into account that she would maim the first cat who tried it.
"You can't eat Smogmaw first, he would complain the entire time. Oh, but he might also complain he wasn't picked first either-what a conundrum." Would he consider it losing to be eaten first or not even picked at all? It was always quite hard to tell how that scruffy fellow felt about a lot of things at times!


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[betonyfrost]

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• It would be generous to call Betonyfrost a part of the conversation. She is near enough to hear it, and facing those who are speaking, but she hasn't offered up her own thoughts on what is a topic she has deemed to inane to even give the pretense of thought. Besides, it was obvious that if anyone was going to be eaten, it would be her. She would finally be useful for something, at least.
  
  She hopes, prays, that the arrival of Mapleshine would put an end to this talk.
  
  "You looked good over there," Betonyfrost says, very carefully not acknowledging Halfshade or Smallstorm, "I've just been... I've just been enjoying the sun while it's still warm enough to heat my pelt."​

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shadowclan warrior | blue mackerel tabby | 15 moons | tags​

 

[smogstar]

Smogmaw emerges at the mention of his name like a kittypet to a dinner bell.

"Don't talk about me," he states in simple fashion, coming to a seated position with his tail curled outwards. The older tom does not contribute to the current discussion, and goes about pretending as though it hadn't occurred. Everybody knows Bonejaw will be the first to be eaten, anyways. His focus is more knuckled down to the abstract concepts which fizzled in and out of existence inside his troubled mind. He also pays moderate attention to Mapleshine and Halfshade. Both of them are ravishing in their own right.

"You should put your claws to good use next time," he scoffs, giving Mapleshine a quick nod of the head to indicate his consideration. "Maybe take out an eye or two - you'll never lose to 'em again that way."

It's difficult to avoid paying Halfshade the attention she very well deserves, but for the sake of not derailing the conversation, he refrains from reflecting on her comment about him - even if she was advocating for his own hide. Perhaps he'll thank her for that later. "I haven't been relishing in the weather as much as Betonyfrost," he says, "but I'll take whatever this is over Leaf-bare's worst days."​

 

[Mapleshine]

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A smirk would decorate her maw as Smallstorm told her about the topic of their discussion and the molly would snort in humor before taking a seat beside Halfshade, "What? And I wasn't on the list? Do none of you think I look tasty?" Her laugh would push from her muzzle and as Betonyfrost attempted to change the subject, Maple would nod in agreement, "Good thinking, don't know how many warm sunny days we'll have left after all."

On Smogmaws' approach, Mapleshade had to hold in her giggle over the tom's simple way of speaking, raising a paw to cover her maw in an effort to hide her giggle. At his advice to use her claws next time, her tail tip would twitch as she shook her head, "Claws are for real war, Smog. If I took training as seriously as real battling, then most of the warriors in the clan would be blind." She smirks again, the glow in her hazel eyes full of good-natured teasing and mischief. ​

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[BOARJAW]

the day starts out simple enough. hunting, patrolling, nothing out of the ordinary. it's when boarjaw is passing by a couple of warriors, toting a meek catch to the fresh-kill pile, that things go south for the winter. talk of cannibalism, of cannibalizing him, and the large tom freezes. what... the hell? his face screws up, as if the frog in his grasp had suddenly assaulted him with an acidic taste. said frog quickly drops to his paws. boarjaw is left in an open-mouthed stupor. how could they talk so casually about that? why would they... want to?

and then, and then, smogmaw makes a sly comment about taking out someone's eye. tells mapleshine that she should, just to put her claws to good use. and she jokes about it, about blinding every warrior if she could. boarjaw... hates this. hates everything about this conversation, more-so than he usually hates conversations. he would rather have walked straight into a trap of small talk about the weather or how prey's running, than this.

boarjaw's heard quite enough. too much, really. he shakes himself out of it, and goes to grab his frog for a quick retreat before the conversation could change to the best way to disembowel someone, or something equally as macabre.​