camp HIT YA WITH THE PUNK TACTICS! ⤠ bird feathers, intro

[REEDSTRIKE]

a large dark brown tabby stretched, maw opening in a yawn as his claws pricked out of his large paws, scratching into the ground outside his comfortable nest. he swallowed, mouth dry and after swiping a quick tongue over his jaw, realized he was hungry. it was early in the day, he could tell with a quick peek through the reeds woven into the top of the den. yuck, daylight. reedstrike hated doing anything in the morning, really, even feeding himself. the large tom pushed himself up and out of his nest, strolling outside to glance at the fresh-kill pile, which looked a bit on the sparse side. reed stood still, pondering on whether to snatch a quick snack or just go and grab something for himself from outside camp. to any outside eyes, he would appear to be glaring at the fresh-kill pile, for he was blessed by Starclan with a resting, irritated face. this was a common occurrence to anyone in riverclan, as he did this most mornings, before usually deciding to go hunt for himself.

reedstrike flicked his torn ear, deep in thought, unaware of a bright feather flipping gently through the air until it softly landed upon his nose. what the.. with a quick swat of his large paw, he pinned the vibrant thing to the ground, a little peeved he hadn't even seen it until it was on his face. orange eyes glancing up, his eyes locked onto the offender. or, offenders, really. several songbirds sat above him, cooing their soft songs, taunting him. reedstrike hadn't noticed the bird's songs, mostly because when he woke most morning, he was akin to a lopsided pregnant badger. slow, fur everywhere, can barely see or hear anything, and in desperate need of something to eat. this had been the case throughout his entire life, especially in his youth, and was still the case this morning.

and now, these birds seemed to be testing his ability. "haha, you sly little birdbrains.." he growled under his breath, smirk on his lips, eyes still a little fuzzy with sleep as he stared up at the tree they were on. he would have to be quick (he was not), bound up the tree (he sucked at climbing), and just snag one of them with his claws (there was a reason he mainly fished). the odds were against him, sure, but that's what made this interesting. the dense muscles that stretched across his body made it so that, while he hit hard, he moved slow and wasn't super agile. he eyed the trunk of the tree, scanning up towards the birds, then skipped the step of climbing and straight up launched himself at a low branch. he snagged onto it with his oversized paw, claws digging into the tree's bark, shredding it with his sharp claws. he swung his other set of claws at the jolly birds, barely clipping one, causing a ruckus and a burst of feathers as the feathered flock took off in a panic. reed released the poor tree, dropping to the ground, cursing, whipping his tail in frustration, "so close." kind of. now colorful feathers littered the ground and his fur, and he was still hungry.


ooc. hiii everyone, so excited to introduce reedstrike! sorry if he's rude, he's honestly a jerk but i look forward to rping with everyone!!

✧ IT'S AN OLD SCAR — TRYING TO BLEACH IT OUT

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• ≫ large dark brown tabby with piercing amber eyes
  ≫ 20 moons old; ages the 1st of every month
  ≫ NPC x NPC (gen 1)
  ≫ semi-hard to befriend ; doesn't trust easily
  ≫ riverclan warrior. tags. #873427
  ≫ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ≫ light powerplay allowed

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[FOXTAIL]

Foxtail seemed to naturally awake, his olive green eyes blinking as the sun shines onto his long fur. He stretches as he steps out of his comfortable nest, claws digging into the earth below. With a yawn, Foxtail shakes himself awake as he steps out of the den; his olive green eyes scanning the camp before him. It was quite early in the morning, and moons ago Foxtail would've dreaded to get up at this time but now the young warrior doesn't seem to mind it. Perhaps it's because the sun rises earlier, or because he's getting an adequate enough of sleep overnight. There was one thing he knows for sure though— Pebblepaw, his apprentice, certainly isn't used to being up this early.... this consistently. He mentally prepares for the rude awakening he'll have to do as he begins to pad through camp, but his eyes stray over to the freshkill pile.

He blinks as he notices Reedstrike seemingly glaring at the freshkill pile, he seemed so focused on having a staring contest with dead fish and land prey that he didn't even seem to notice a feather gently floating down. It lands on his nose, and giving Reedstrike's reaction with a swipe of his paw, he suspects the tom was caught by surprise. You know what, I'll let Pebblepaw sleep for another five minutes, He thinks to himself as he watches the dark brown tabby warrior's focus shift onto the song birds responsible for the feather. He can't make out what Reedstike muttered under his breath, but he wondered if Reedstrike was going to try to climb. Foxtail wasn't the best climber, he isn't a SkyClan or ThunderClan cat after all, his level of expertise is probably the same as Reedstrike's. ...But before he can give it anymore thought, the dark tabby decides to jump for a branch instead.

It all happened so quickly. Reedstrike's claws digging into the poor branch, his other claws missing the birds by a feather, and then the warrior dropping onto the ground. Foxtail pads over as Reedstrike lashes his tail in frustration, letting out a small mrrow of laughter. "N-nice try, Reedstrike!" He mews with a swish of his own fuzzy tail, watching as the birds whom tormented him fly away in a quick panic. "...They definitely learned their lesson by messing with y-you!"​

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

• welcome to riverclan!! <33
  
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  credit to skaicraft (via insta) for the artwork <3
  
• Foxtail

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  warrior
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: tbd
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to sixbane for the minis & tropics for the icon <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green
  pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
  fur length: long
  parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
  18 moons
  

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[iciclefang]

It’s early, still, and the morning is crisp, cool, and redolent with the sound of birdsong. A slender tortoiseshell queen noses her way out of the nursery, sweeping the earth with a brindled, white-capped tail. Some of the warriors were milling about camp already—Reedstrike stands near the fresh-kill pile, amber-eyed stare locked onto it as though wishing it to catch ablaze. He moves in a flash of tabby lightning toward the tree where the flock mocks him, and she watches with barely-concealed amusement as he clambers onto the branch holding the birds and startles the feathers off of them. Their plumage showers onto his neck and shoulders like petals from blossoming trees.

Foxtail’s mrrow of goodnatured laughter is joined by a wry smile that creases her white-streaked muzzle. Iciclefang slips the rest of the way from the nursery, her tail quirked into a friendly question-mark behind her. “You’re wearing all kinds of darling new accessories,” she mews dryly. “I’ll bet the kits would love some of those, unless you’re particularly attached.”

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: welcome to riverclan :D
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• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 22 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Cicadapaw ; previously mentored n/a
  — riverclan lead warrior & queen. mudpelt x icesparkle, gen 2.
  — former mate to Stormywing ; current mate to no one.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh tortoiseshell and white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. confident, capable, proud, dry, conceited, condescending, distrustful.
  
  

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[robinheart]

Robinheart tolerates early mornings. Surely they hold bitter memories of a relationship long over, but more recently early mornings become a time of quiet wonder as nudges and jabs signal the life growing within her. All things balanced, she does not like or dislike rising with the sun.

It’s Iciclefang’s rousing and exit from the nursery that draws the tortoiseshell molly to do much the same. She’d rather not be stuck with kitsitting right off the bat (not that any of the kits were difficult, they simply exhausted the pregnant queen). Citrine eyes adjust to the change in lighting and like everyone else, her attention is drawn to Reedstrike. Robinheart admires his tenacity and vertical leap - both are quite impressive. However like her fellow queen, the mottled femme finds amusement in the burly tom’s low stakes failure. “You’re lucky it’s just feathers they showered you with,” Robinheart muses with a soft smile. She would have been too afraid to startle the songbirds and have them… messily retaliate. “Lichentail is said to be a skilled bird hunter. I bet they’d give you some tips for next time,” she adds in a more helpful manner, not wanting to only tease her clan mate.​

[ penned by kerms ]​

 

[REEDSTRIKE]

reed, historically, did a lot of stupid things in his life. most of the time, his clanmates were witness to said things, which meant he got rather embarrassed each time if his failure was witnessed. funnily enough, reed never stopped doing stupid things or, at least, learned how to play it cool or reign in his embarrassment. his whiskers twitched when he heard foxtail's voice behind him, and not so nonchalantly whirled around, a few bird feathers rustled free of his pelt, leaving him lightly adorned. ah, at least foxtail was nice about it. or was he making fun of him? he could never tell. he considered foxtail too nice for sarcasm (whether that was true or not) and decided to take it serious, in any case, because in his mind, it was a valiant try, "thanks." he replied with a twitch of his tail, "i almost had it."

his amber eyes flicked towards iciclefang and robinheart, who had joined this little assembly, and at the first she-cat's remark, vigorously shook his coat. he glanced over his dark pelt, eyeing it for anymore colorful appendages that dared to stick around, but found none. he bit back a foul remark, he wasn't exactly stoked that his clanmates had watched his failure and then seen it decorate him. "first of all, this was not by choice, and second of all, you can tell the kits they are welcome to them because i gathered these all up for them here." yes, this was totally his plan all along. his gaze turned towards robinheart poking light fun at him and he shuffled his paw off a feather stuck in it, laughing, "they soil themselves when they get scared, huh?" he didn't almost ever hunt birds, due to his lack of climbing ability and agility, but smirked as he glanced towards iciclefang. "reminds me of someone i know.." he cackled evily, dancing back so he was out of swiping range, in case the she-cat decided to make him feel the repercussions of his comment. definitely not scared, it's just self preservation, he thought to himself. as he bounced away, a feat for this large tom, he playfully remarked to robinheart, "don't worry, i think i'll just stick to fish from now on.." and yet he was debating finding the deputy out of spite of those birds. that, and the fact that he would one day have an apprentice and couldn't afford to not be able to catch a bird in front of them.

✧ IT’S AN OLD SCAR — TRYING TO BLEACH IT OUT

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  ≫ large dark brown tabby with piercing amber eyes
  ≫ 20 moons old; ages the 1st of every month
  ≫ semi-hard to befriend ; doesn't trust easily
  ≫ riverclan warrior. tags. #873427
  ≫ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ≫ light powerplay allowed

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[Tigersplash]

Tigersplash hated birds, yeah they had some nice little songs and all but they eluded her capture and she swears they have the innate ability to laugh at her. It was creepy and every time she reveled in catching one of the literal-bird brains she reveled in her success, most of the time they weren't worth the effort and she only went after them when the river wasn't an option in the coldest days of leafbare. With newleaf upon them she doesn't need to come home sulking with nothing more then a maw full of feathers and dejectedness, her tummy was full of plenty of fish and during days she was unlucky she could always rely on her dear old brother to share his catches if the queens and kits didn't steal it first anyway. Watching Reedstrike makes her remember just why she avoided the tender flesh of poultry, she can't bite back a snicker at the gruff toms clumsiness as he comes toppling down with nothing but feathers and a empty stomach.

She'd been grooming herself but prettying up could wait, she'd flip onto her paws and join the crowd a friendly grin on her face. She wasn't dissuaded at all by Reedstrike's disposition, he always seemed to act like he had thorns in his nest but with thorns came roses. He had some bravery making a comment at Iciclefang's expense though, she admires that honestly she avoids messing with queens whenever she can. Dealing with mewling kits all day left little tolerance for the kittish behaviors of warriors, she'd gotten snapped at plenty as an apprentice trying to make fun of cleaning the nursery. Still she doesn't bite back the chortle.

"You'll show them birds next time handsome" she mraows playfully "I'll help you get your revenge some day, can't just let them get away and give up. Remember their faces you'll see them around." the brawny tabby is unlikely to be much help hunting them but she likes a good adventure.

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  Tigersplash ✩ She/He, Warrior of Riverclan, 17 moons
  ⭃ A chocolate/cinnamon chimera she-cat with high white and amber eyes
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Kedamono ↛ @legmeatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots. ​

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[BRONZESHINE]

♡​♡ why you so obsessed with me ♡♡​

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bronzeshine & 26 moons & female & she/her & riverclan warrior​

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Bronzeshine felt the other warriors start to get up. The ruddy she-cat had been awake for a little while, but as she didn't have anything to do that morning, she'd decided to just rest and think. She didn't hate waking up early. It was more the silence she hated. So the stirring of her clanmates had her rising as well. She pushed her way out of the warrior's den with just enough time to see Reedstrike fumble his attempt at catching a bird. She snorted, reveling slightly at his failure. She pushed her way past, stooping to grab one of the feathers. "I'll take one, there's plenty for the kits, and I haven't had one for a while," she purred.

She settled nearby the fresh-kill pile, sweeping her tail over her paws after carefully placing the white feather in the fur by her shoulder. Maybe she was taunting him. Maybe she was just being herself. She wasn't going to admit she missed him. Their past was complicated. She was complicated.

— boy i wanna know ♥

• Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
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  — sassy | flirty | proud | vain | irascible
  cis/het
  
  — physically moderate && mentally moderate
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay allowed
  — please tag account if attacking

 

[REEDSTRIKE]

while reed had moved away from the potential threat that was iciclefang, he realized tigersplash had wandered over. the scarred tom glanced towards the she-cat as she approached, her playful words causing him to roll his eyes in the same manner, "yeah, i think i'd stand a better chance if they weren't so damn high up." he knew it wasn't a feat for a lighter cat than him to have reached that branch or even higher, but for his size, he was impressed he had even touched it. impressed, but still irritated he hadn't gotten a snack out of it. he let out a snort at her offer to take revenge on the birds but tilted his head as he took it a little more seriously, "maybe so."

his nose twitched at a familiar, yet unwelcome scent and he turned his orange gaze just in time to see bronzeshine padding out from the warrior's den. his eyes narrowed as she purred and took one of the feathers, and reed fought the urge to reach out and snatch it back, suddenly possessive of the feathers he had so quickly tried to shed just moments ago. she was too quick for him to say or do anything to stop her so instead when she sat down and placed it in her sleek pelt, he instead decided to settle on being petty and remarked, "wow, that looks... really ugly." it didn't, but he didn't care.

✧ IT’S AN OLD SCAR — TRYING TO BLEACH IT OUT

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  ≫ large dark brown tabby with piercing amber eyes
  ≫ 20 moons old; ages the 1st of every month
  ≫ semi-hard to befriend ; doesn't trust easily
  ≫ riverclan warrior. tags. #873427
  ≫ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ≫ light powerplay allowed

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