camp feels like family + intro

[ivytwist]

❝ MY CERTAINTY IS WILD, WEAVING ✧°.☀ ————————————
Newleaf's sunrises held a special place in Ivytwist's heart. They felt the softest. The shyest. The ones you had to earn. After a long, hard leafbare - wolves, death, hunger - the sound of bird song paired with sunlight pouring through fresh leaves made her stomach feel fluttery. Ivytwist was not known to be a giddy cat - never one to jump for joy or burst into laughter. She was quieter with chuckles or good natured ribbing.

Hope was a funny thing. It wormed itself into the hungriest hearts and fulfilled them despite the emptiness there. She wouldn't consider herself empty, but couldn't remember the last time she felt this full. A purr escaped her as she left the warrior den. Sunlight poured over her face and Ivytwist's eyes closed in response. She was due for a hunting patrol, but was tempted to lay herself down in the light. Maybe she would. The freshkill pile still had leftovers from last night, and she could smell the return of the dawn patrol. Surely they'd been able to rustle something up.

In Ivytwist's pause, she felt a pelt push past her on their way out of the warrior's den. She cracked an eye open, and gave a snort. "Just going to walk by without a 'good morning'?" Her tone was lighthearted. It was hard to be anything else today. "What has this world come to?" She gave a good natured eyeroll, a quick shoulder bump, and sauntered to the fresh kill pile to peruse her options.

[penned by muddly - ☀]

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[badgerstripe]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Another restless night, full of tossing and turning. Most of it was spent up in her nest, staring tiredly towards the entrance of the warriors' den and waiting for the sun to rise. Badgerstripe could only hope she would feel tired enough to sleep tomorrow night.

Sunrises used to be special to her, in a time where she had not a care in the world and could appreciate the smaller things without the burdens of life itself. Now, it was only a mark to another day of atonement. As soon as the streaks of orange streamed into the den, Badgerstripe was on her paws and ready to move out for another one of her solo hunting trips, if she wasn't chosen to be on a patrol.

There was a cat standing by the entrance, one Badgerstripe would not have noticed in all her brooding. She brushed against the warrior on her way out, only broken from her trance when the molly spoke. Ivytwist's tone was lighthearted, surely a joke - but a small guilt tugged at Badgerstripe's heart nonetheless. When was the last time she willfully spoke to someone? Her first instinct is to continue her walk past without more than a grunt, but instead she ducks her head in embarrassment, mutters a soft "..'Morning," and watches the dappled warrior make her way to the fresh-kill pile, dumbfounded.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── EVERYONES WAITING FOR DEATH ⋅❁⋅ JUSTICE DELIVERS ITS GIFT ──┐‎

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  Badgerstripe ✩ she/her, warrior of thunderclan, 12 moons.
  ⭃ a long-furred blue tortoiseshell with a notable black dorsal stripe and green eyes.
  ⭃ formerly mentored by burnstorm
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by ixora ↛ @.ixora on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[BIGFANG]

”Not much for options,” Bigfang calls out in warning to the approaching Ivytwist. He had made his way to the fresh-kill pile earlier to clean out any prey that had gone bad during the night. All that was left was a dew-covered sparrow that was starting to pollute a stench into the air.

Flipping the bird out of the fresh-kill pile with his paw he rolls it in the direction of the torbie. ”Unless that’s appetizing enough for you?”

☾ INFO BATTLE

• » Hank ․ Bigfang
  » ThunderClan Warrior
  » Former Kittypet
  » He/him
  » A large, beaten-up ginger tabby tom with green eyes.
  » "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
  
• » A heavy-hitting foe who makes his hits count
  » Excels in heavy, powerful move.
  » Fights to protect and maintain honor
  » Though strong, he is a slow mover. A fleet-footed cat would both easily frustrate and land hits on him.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[Softsight]

Softpaw wasn't confident enough in her hunting abilities to go out alone and hunt for the Clan, though Bigfang's comment and the view of the fresh-kill pile was near enough to convince her to suck it up and go out and be useful for ThunderClan - it wasn't just Ivytwist who would need to eat today after all, and paws-on experience was the best there could be when it came to practical abilities like hunting.

"I can go out soon and see what I can find," Softpaw suggested as she nodded respectfully in greeting to the warriors that were present. The prey had slowly been coming back since the wolves had gone, and the promise of a bountiful Newleaf was very real.​

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[PALEFIRE]

Palefire bent into a deep stretch as the first rays of sunlight warmed her back. She gave her fur a rough shake to rid herself of the dampness brought on by the morning dew. She'd spent the night sitting in the camp clearing again, grateful for the hours of quiet it granted her to be alone with her thoughts. She needed that now, a bit of time for reflection every day amidst the constant work and noise. Her ears flickered slightly towards the warrior den as Ivytwist made an appearance, though she couldn't quite catch what she'd said to Badgerstripe on her way out.

She offered the multicolored molly a small nod as she approached the fresh-kill pile, settling herself into a sitting position with her fluffy tail wrapped around her paws. "Good morning," she mused softly to the small group with a hint of a smile. Her nose wrinkled subtly as Bigfang pawed at a musty bird, which had clearly been sitting out for too long. At the comments on the lack of prey on the pile, her eyes fell to Softpaw, who offered to go out and restock their supply. "I was planning to go hunting today for a bit as well. I'm sure we'll have it overflowing with critters by nightfall." It was just about the only thing she was definitively useful for these days.

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‎‎ooc ♡ info

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• PALEFIRE ♡ she / her, warrior of thunderclan, 13 moons
  ⭃ lh lilac lynx point w/ low white and blue eyes. tall and slender. built for speed and agility.
  ⭃ currently emotionally volatile, all opinions are strictly ic and likely spur-of-the-moment
  ⭃ single, open to relationships / / mentor to no one // mentored by nightbird
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[THISTLEPAW]

Thistlepaw should have brought his first catch to this pile already. Whether that was the objective truth or just what he thought he should be capable of didn't matter, 'cause he held himself to that standard anyway. It's early and Raccoonstripe has yet to drag him out for training (would they get to go out just the two of them, soon?) so the apprentice is left to head towards the other warriors with a level of uncertainty to his expression. Like he shouldn't be here. Softpaw's there, though, so it must be. . . okay? Did her mentor let her choose that sort of thing for herself? She was only six moons old! They were the same age! Jealousy tightens his jaw but he puffs it out through his teeth before he's close enough for them to hear.

"Are birds hard to catch?" he asks as Bigfang rolls the piece of prey away. He had yet to catch one, so they must be hard enough, but maybe they're the easiest prey and he just sucks that bad.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 🙴 𝗕𝐎𝐍𝐄  ╱ 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑯 𝑰𝑻? ＜03.03＞ ⸙

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• 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐖. HE - HIM. YOUNG APPRENTICE OF THUNDERCLAN. ————— the son of an ex-kittypet has spent most of his life confined to the medicine den. bad circumstances and worse healing left him in a limbo between life and death which he only just escaped. there's still recovering to do before his clanmates see him as anything more than a weak, sick kittypet.  ╱ PENNED BY REVELATIONS
  
  a prickly-furred chocolate and slate cat with amber eyes. though with a blocky, nearly bulky frame, thistlepaw has been softened, rounded, and stretched thin by his uncertain life. without work or play to thicken the pads of his paws or add strength to his limbs, his skin plays like canvas stretched taut over its frame, his fur a hazy cloak to cover the sickness. he seems soft and unwell in equal measure. certainly not an apprentice to be. . .

• "speech"

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