camp I BET ON LOSING DOGS — new scar

[LIONPAW]

〔✦〕Lionpaw had departed camp that morning with a newfound confidence, a determination to catch a remarkable piece of prey to bring back to the clan. Maybe he would have delivered it to Butterflytuft, or perhaps Doeblaze just to try and see a proud expression on her features. He had been practicing his skills for nearly a moon and had built up the confidence to give it his all... well, maybe too much confidence. Lionpaw's tunnel vision and inattentiveness had landed him on ThunderClan territory, an action he'd soon receive consequences for. A bigger, stronger warrior had given him something to remember him by — a thin, stinging, red scratch across his face. Lionpaw does not yet know what it looks like, but all he knows is that it hurts. It's unlike anything he's ever felt before.

As Crowsight leads Lionpaw back into camp, the young apprentice sniffles lightly to clear the snot from their nose; remnants of their emotional overload from earlier ( yes, they had cried ). There are eyes on him, he could tell. His fur is disheveled and roughed up from the altercation, and the mixed stench of fresh blood and ThunderClan cling wafts from him. Lionpaw cannot bring himself to speak up at the moment; a lump is still present in the boy's throat, blue eyes heavy and weighted from bursting into tears. He stands there looking defeated ( and not to mention empty-pawed ) — he had failed. Not to mention, he broke the Warrior Code. Would Orangestar be angry? What would Bobbie and his siblings say?

Lionpaw ducks their ears, sniffing again and drawing their gaze to the ground. They are ashamed. How... How stupid were they? They should have known better!

coming down ( is the hardest thing ) //

• ooc. takes place after this thread! retro to the meeting + @CROWSIGHT
  
• LIONPAW —— apprentice of skyclan , mentored by crowsight ✦ penned by beatles
  ✦ trans male / he/they pronouns / 7 moons & ages every 9th
  ✦ single / bisexual & monogamous
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— easy combat difficulty / won't start fights, won't kill
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are ic
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
• 
  
  

  a longhaired chocolate torbie point with blue eyes. a silky, cream-colored pelt is adorned with chocolate points. his points are splashed with ginger spots. tabby patterns also stripe around their dark limbs and face.

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[Howlfire]

Seeing Lionpaw come back to camp, looking thoroughly downtrodden, Howlfire is reminded of when her own children's first time out of camp had ended so disastrously. True, Lionpaw's injuries aren't as severe, but the parallels are all too similar for her. Howlfire pads over cautiously, cringing slightly at the fresh wound, though tenses slightly at the faint ThunderClan odour she detects among the smell of blood. Howlfire tries to hide her suspicions, so a more comforting, motherly expression takes hold. "Looks like that would hurt," She mews, not unkindly. "What happened, Lionpaw?"​

 

[Ekat]

Ekat's attention is also drawn to the entrance of the hollow where Lionpaw and his mentor arrive, sparing them no more than a quick glance at first (the most the socially anxious she-cat is generally comfortable with) — but then the apprentice sniffles, and there's blood staining the fur on his face. Ekat watches Howlfire approach first, a frown tugging its way on her own muzzle as the younger she-cat speaks gently with Lionpaw. Ekat supposes she should approach too and make sure the apprentice is alright, for her concern begins to override her anxiety and the part of her that says to simply stay away and hope it works itself out. She wants Lionpaw to know of her sympathy, even though she's mostly a stranger.

The midnight-furred warrior pads her way cautiously over to the small group, glancing at Crowsight with concern before returning her attention to his injured apprentice. Ekat catches the scent of ThunderClan in his fur, mingling with the tang of blood, and her heart sinks further. Was Lionpaw attacked by ThunderClan? Why? She studies the young tom for any other injuries, but even more heartbreaking is the expression of pain and defeat etched onto his features. Was he ashamed for being attacked? Ekat's frown grows, but she maintains a distance from him and Crowsight, since she doesn't know Lionpaw well enough to offer a comforting paw. Instead, she simply stammers out a, "Are you okay?"​

 

[TWITCHBOLT]

The scent of blood, and- and was that ThunderClan?- it followed Lionpaw and Crowsight into camp, and Twitchbolt couldn't help but look up to attention. What now? Were they gonna end up with trouble at all of their borders? Rogues reasonlessly ripping Clanmates apart at the Twolegplace, now... Thunderclanners (or some thing along their border) slashing claws against an apprentice's face. Twitchbolt's jaw tightened- tattered ears swivelled to the noise.

He was not among the throng who flocked to Lionpaw's side, not wishing to crowd and overwhelm the already ashamed-looking apprentice. Howlfire's voice rose above the murmuring, asking what had happened- Ekat was soon behind her, concern for the apprentice written in her eyes. Twitchbolt lingered nearby, noticeably in earshot- his wide eyes were wary and weary, all at once. His shoulders rolled, ears angled forth ... there had to be some sort of story to this, and Stars he hoped it wasn't one that stunk of murderous rogues and snapping fox-jaws.​

penned by pin ✧​

 

[CROWSIGHT]

The black smoke says nothing to his younger brother on their journey home. Lionpaw had been shown their borders and he had answered any questions the torbie had in regards to the other clans. He can distinctly remember the pair discussing Thunderclan briefly, though he had omitted what transpired between him and Skyclaw. And yet... By the time he had gone off in search of his brother, it was too late. Lionpaw's scent extended into Thunderclan territory. He could not follow. Perhaps his family would frown upon him for not crossing into Thunderclan territory to save his younger brother. However, seeing as he was a warrior it would complicate things further.

He did not wait long, Lionpaw's wounded figure rushed towards him, he could remember the fear on his brother's face. Had it not been for the terror on the torbie's face, he would've slapped Lionpaw across the face for their stupidity. Instead, his younger brother was met with a flash of concern before it was replaced with a blank expression. No words were exchanged. Only a flick of a tail to follow him back to their home to see Fireflyglow. After all, his brother was bleeding and Crowsight was no medic. There was nothing he could do.

It is only when Howlfire approaches does he look at his own brother. You're... Whatever Howlfire and Ekat have said fall on deaf ears. "Come Lionpaw. We have to see Fireflyglow or if you prefer Dawnglare." A black finds it's self atop a cream head, ruffling fur. The surprise on Crowsight's face would not go unnoticed. His paw remains gently ruffling his younger brother's head for a few more moments before it is drawn away. Hazel eyes dart to black paw pads. How strange...

With a shake of his head he turns his attention to Howlfire. "Lionpaw will explain everything in time. He's already overwhelmed and bloody. Going to the medicine cat den would be the best course of action now. He may be able to retell what happened clearly if given some time to collect himself."​

 

[Fireflyglow]

Fireflyglow sticks his head out of the medicine at the mention of his name- and Dawnglare's. He's curious, as it doesn't seem to be too big of an injury; there isn't any screaming or sobbing, and there wasn't an anxiety-filled shout for help in the distance. Someone must have gotten mildly hurt doing a stunt in the trees, or something. Maybe a bird attacked them?

He waves his tail in the direction of the voices chattering worriedly amongst each other, gesturing to the medicine den for Lionpaw to join him. He would be just fine on his own, he didn't need all of his family chittering worriedly over him. He was an apprentice already a few moons into his training, he could deal with this. Besides, Fireflyglow always did enjoy having his little siblings' company.

"Nothin' a little marigold won't help with, little brother! I can get you all fixed up, just tell me where it hurts." He smiles towards the apprentice, tail tapping the ground behind him.​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT ✦ 24 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[SILVERSMOKE]

The scent of ThunderClan sent the spotted tabby's fur ruffling as he moved closer to assess the young apprentice's injuries, the price of inaction heavier than a badger upon his weary shoulders. Someone always needed something to hate, be it the way burrs caught in their fur or the sound of Monsters as they shot along the Thunderpath. Silversmoke's hate had always been more intimate, hating some living creatures more than he could ever admit - claws unsheathed into the soil as he realised the beasts beyond the borders were now within that category. They had stolen from SkyClan, insulted them too many times to count, hurt Crowsight and had now hurt an apprentice barely old enough to carry the name 'paw'. There had been no justice for any of it, and in lieu of black and white, the warrior could now only see red. He waited until Fireflyglow had grabbed the apprentice's attention before letting the corner of his lip twitch. "Crowsight." He looked towards his 'son', the muscles on his neck pulled taut as he tried to swallow back the anger and accusations he felt within the marrow of his bones. "Tell me what happened, please."
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[stormpaw]

( ✿ ) her first day of being an apprentice, and already the scent of blood permeates the air. anxiety chews at the girl's stomach as lionpaw and crowsight stumble into camp, the former leaning on the latter. sniffles come from lionpaw, the tomcat's fur ruffled from tear tracks, and a great big scratch beads crimson across his face. stormpaw's paws shake as she approaches.

lionpaw and her are friends... at least she thinks they are. the two had bonded over their shared quietness while in the nursery. lionpaw becoming an apprentice first had made the gray tabby worry maybe they wouldn't be friends anymore, but she doesn't think that's actually true. it's why she approaches now, even though the sight of blood makes her eyes water in sympathy. blinking away her trepidation, the newly minted apprentice scuttles forward and touches her nose to the injured boy's ear briefly. "you're okay," she whispers, more for herself than for her friend.

moving back as more cats hustle towards them, stormpaw finds herself watching beside twitchbolt. odd eyes find the dark figure of crowsight, beseeching information.

ALWAYS AN ANGEL ✿ NEVER A GOD

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• STORMKIT ✿ SHE / HER, APPRENTICE OF SKYCLAN. CAULIFLOWERCURL x HERONSTEP, SISTER TO RICEPAW, DOGWOODPAW. 6 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  blue tabby with low white and blue/green heterochromia a long-furred blue feline with darker blue curling stripes that splash across her chest, flanks and tail. white floods the fur around her neck, the tip of her tail, stomach, and paws. dual hued eyes of sky and forest make her pretty in an innocent way, and her body is small and lithe, although her fluffy fur makes her look larger.
  

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[LIONPAW]

〔✦〕The presence of his clanmates only makes Lionpaw's anxiety build and build. Particularly, the eyes of his own kin looking upon his new scar are hard for Lionpaw to meet fully. He spares them very brief glances but fails to answer their inquiries promptly as Fireflyglow makes his way over to assess the situation. "I jus'... have a scratch on my nose, Fi." The apprentice mumbles in explanation. "It doesn't hurt that much. Honest." In other words, he did not want the medicine cat to fret too much about using herbs on him. This was a minor injury compared to the wounds that his other clanmates had suffered, such as missing limbs and deep gouges across their skin.

Stormpaw's brief yet kind gesture does not go unnoticed by Lionpaw as the chocolate torbie point offers a hint of a smile, an acknowledgment of sorts. It quickly fades as Silversmoke addresses Crowsight directly, though his mentor had already mentioned that Lionpaw should seek medical treatment first before saying anything. His stomach twists into knots, and for once in his life, he decides to do something lion-like. "I... crossed the border, Silversmoke." Lionpaw speaks for himself, straightening his spine so that he holds his head up taller while talking to the lead warrior.

They suppose that everyone around will hear about his embarrassing mishap now, but Lionpaw would rather tell the story himself than let Crowsight do all of the explaining. His blue gaze holds firm with the intimidating silver tabby's, his jaw tense as he holds his composure to the best of his ability. "I was trackin' prey, 'n I didn't notice." Lionpaw recalls with honesty, though his whiskers twitch uncomfortably at how mousebrained it all sounds. "A ThunderClanner attacked me." The youth admits, his gaze now breaking for a moment as it fixes onto the ground — an instinct to avoid any judgment.

However, the boy quickly tilts his head upward again, aiming to fully own up to the situation. "It wont' happen again." Lionpaw had learned his lesson for sure. That ThunderClanner had scared him straight.

coming down ( is the hardest thing ) //

• ooc.
  
• LIONPAW —— apprentice of skyclan , mentored by crowsight ✦ penned by beatles
  ✦ trans male / he/they pronouns / 7 moons & ages every 9th
  ✦ single / bisexual & monogamous
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— easy combat difficulty / won't start fights, won't kill
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are ic
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
• 
  
  

  a longhaired chocolate torbie point with blue eyes. a silky, cream-colored pelt is adorned with chocolate points. his points are splashed with ginger spots. tabby patterns also stripe around their dark limbs and face.

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[DOEBLAZE]

Bobbie is a late arrival to the scene, padding in from a routine patrol with a plump blackbird pinned delicately between her fangs, fully intended to go to her daughter as a nice little present. The day is safe in its ordinaryness, in its lack of anything particularly special ( good or bad ) . . . that is, until a worn jade gaze is drawn to a small bundle of cats, glimpses of ginger - marbled tawny visible through the gaps between sturdy legs and varying hues of fur. The tabby warrior's heart snags itself quickly in her throat; the mental association of such gatherings with tragedy is immediate, the the shifting bits of chocolate torbie - pointed fur visible in her limited view only serve to further compress the trapped organ. No . . .

The blackbird thumps to the ground without ceremony and Bobbie lopes over in long strides so quick she nearly trips over her own paws. She muscles past the clump of cats—Howlfire, Ekat, Twitchbolt, Stormpaw, even the helping paw of Fireflyglow—she'll apologize later, whatever, she just needs to make sure her son is okay. The tabby ends up next to Silversmoke and Crowsight, too worried to give much thought to how the pair are feeling as a verdant eye roams over Lionpaw, fangs coming together with a pearly click.

It's not a serious injury, really, but the warrior's deerish tail flicks hard behind her, nearly lashing. Can her family not have their peace? This is the second of her children injured in recent moons—though she'd been lost in a personal haze at the time of Crowsight's injury, anger had simmered just beneath the fogged - mirror surface, and it returns in triplicate now. Bobbie locks her teeth together, willing the tinges of scarlet at the corners of her vision to wipe away with each flutter of dark lashes, a furrow appearing betweem her faux - brows.

" Stars, " she bites out under her breath, relief mingling with exasperation as Lionpaw's explanation emerges. Mouse - brained, it had been a mouse - brained mistake, wholly Lionpaw's to bear, and yet . . . really? ThunderClan had the audacity to rip the prey SkyClan had a right to out from under their claws—an act very much intentional, one, by all accounts, carried out by so - called warriors with moons of experience—and they'd attack an apprentice over a genuine mistake? She's being unfair, she knows this, but she can't help the way her tail lashes so hard behind her it nearly cracks the air, crescent - moon claws sinking into the pine - laden ground.

" Who—who did this? What did they look like? " she demands in mostly - level tones, though the barely - there slits her pupils slip into make her mood abundantly clear. She is no vigilante—she would not be so foolish as to seek out her son's attacker and spoil their tenuous peace with ThunderClan—but if she were to see such a cat on, stars forbid it, yet another border scrap?

There will be time for scolding later. She would like to know their face.

OOC : —

♥︎

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[Howlfire]

Soon it is more than just Howlfire crowding around Lionpaw, as more clanmates pad over, asking whether he is okay and what had happened. Crowsight tells her that Lionpaw will tell them all in time, though it does little to quell Howlfire who can feel a prickle of unease growing along her mind. Her gaze briefly drifts over to Bobbie wondering what she thought about all this, and whether she was soothed by the notion of Lionpaw telling them in time.

Fireflyglow is quick to appear, assuring them that it was nothing his herbs couldn't fix. And certainly, Fireflyglow has treated worse during his lengthy tenure as an apprentice. It is Silversmoke who presses Crowsight for answers, though in the end Lionpaw answers, finally revealing what happened. Howlfire was impressed with her half-brother's honesty on the matter, though her brow creases when she hears he was attacked by a ThunderClan cat. "So you make a genuine mistake and ThunderClan decides to scar you?" Howlfire echoes, staring at her younger brother to ensure she had heard correctly. When the story is confirmed, Howlfire sighs heavily. She was all for defending one's borders but this seemed like heavy punishment for such a small discretion. Surely the ThunderClan cats would have seen he looked young and inexperience - was there any attempt to call out to him before he crossed or had they jumped straight into attacking him? "Did they call out to you before they attacked?"​

 

[LIONPAW]

〔✦〕At last, the face he had been simultaneously dreading and hoping to behold — his own mother. Anger radiates from Doeblaze's mottled form, her green glare crackling like hellish lightning and thunder itself. A touch of genuine fear encroaches upon Lionpaw's psyche as he forces himself to meet the warrior's eyes and confront her questioning. It's only natural that their life-giver feels an earth-shaking rage for the cat who hurt them, but right now, Lionpaw doesn't know how to feel about witnessing such a furious display from Doeblaze. Never before had she shown so much emotion. In a childish sort of way, he's never considered her to be capable of it. Stricken by awe, the apprentice stammers, "I... I don't..." Their attacker, their attacker... Why were they drawing a blank? His eyes had been of a blazing amber hue, menacing and horrifying to face. Of everything, that is what Lionpaw remembered the most. "I think they were—"

So many voices around him. His older sister's voice cuts in next, this time inquiring more about what had happened beyond ThunderClan's border. Lionpaw, stumbling to recollect all the details, swallows and answers Howlfire with, "N-No." The chocolate torbie point had definitely been taken by surprise. If his attacker had called out a warning beforehand, then perhaps he would have had time to get away.

coming down ( is the hardest thing ) //

• ooc.
  
• LIONPAW — apprentice of skyclan , mentored by crowsight ✦ penned by beatles
  ✦ trans male / he/they pronouns / 7 moons & ages every 9th
  ✦ single / bisexual & monogamous
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  — easy combat difficulty / won't start fights, won't kill
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are ic
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
• 
  
  

  a longhaired chocolate torbie point with blue eyes. a silky, cream-colored pelt is adorned with chocolate points. his points are splashed with ginger spots. tabby patterns also stripe around their dark limbs and face. a thin scratch is present on his face from right eyebrow to left cheek under his eye.

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[TWITCHBOLT]

Tiredness seeped more and more like poison into Twitchbolt's skin... that even in the most bountiful months, such unforgiving cats lay beyond the borders. Young as he was, out of practice ... Lionpaw had broken the Warrior Code, even if just briefly. This was a lesson learned, even if it wasn't the way Twitchbolt would have ever chosen to teach it.

Doeblaze's anger was easy to see, so much that he was almost afraid of speaking in face of it ... she had always been ferocious about who she cared for, though, blazing the brightest for her family. Howlfire's distaste too was understandable, but he had to remind her, with a shaking but resolute tone, "ThunderClan were within their right to defend their territory, even if d-doing it with their claws wasn't the most... compassionate option." There was nothing SkyClan could do about this, not really ... even if Lionpaw was an apprentice, they had still been a trespasser. His voice scraped against his throat, brittle and soft all at once. There was no anger there, only a resignation- green eyes flitted to Lionpaw.

"Before you, many Skyclanners have stumbled over that border. I think ThunderClan mm-might be tired of tolerating our mistakes." That was what he hoped it was ... the oak Clan reaching the end of their tether, and not a serious blight on their relationship. "I'm sorry you encountered someone so unforgiving, though. G-get some rest."​

penned by pin ✧​

 

[CANDORPAW]

" Lionpaw... " beside his mentor, verdant hues stretch wide in something akin to surprise. This — this was due. Warriors would be scarred. Their mother was, their siblings were... Even Fireflyglow, tucked deep within his den, was not exempt from this. But for Lionpaw to come home, a fresh scar ripped across his nose, it feels very real. The game of warriors wasn't really a game anymore... This, of course, he had known already! He had known the day he'd become a paw, and yet this moment feels... odd. Odd was a good word for it.

Who did this? He could not wrap his head around why it mattered... It was ThunderClan, an enemy. Any enemy could have done it. And if an enemy had crossed their borders, accident or not, would they not do the same? Um... act valiantly, defend what's theirs, and things? " It is what they're— they are meant to do, is it not? " Wide eyes set on Howlfire's tabby pelt, he asks. Confusion swirls within verdant eyes. Twitchbolt does the same. Candorpaw isn't certain how happy he should feel about his apparent correctness. ...No, he should revel in it, for it'd mean that he would make a keen warrior someday soon! Right?

He straightens himself. Getting hurt was a part of being a noble warrior! So, essentially, Lionpaw was just getting a head start... He was fine. He was well. Candorpaw nods, approving. Idly, he intakes Twitchbolt's word; vows to not be another contributor of SkyClan's mistakes... " You're already going to have a super— " extremely was a better word. he should say extremely. " Extremely cool scar, and you basically just became an apprentice! " Was he falling behind? Would he need a scar now? ...Not like he wanted the warriors to think he would be joining Lionpaw across the border... " But um, this is a mistake, of course. One you have learned from, " of course. Then, softer, he adds. " You're okay? "​