camp I can be a menace || 100th post & minor injury

[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Today had been a good day, a warm day and perfect one for Snowpaw to test her skills. She had gone with Birdpaw and her mentor for combat training and of course it had gone slightly awry. The young apprentice had shocked the other by ambushing her from behind which cause the other to roll on her back and Snowpaw had managed to get some of her ear nicked. Which, had stopped the training session immediately. The three had made their way back to camp both Birdpaw and Snowpaw discussing the spar they had while a nervous look peered on Birdpaw's face.

Snowpaw's grey ear had blood caked up in where it had been torned, and despite the slight stinging pain that came from it, Snowpaw seemed more unfazed by it anything. After all, it was not a big or major injury that hindered Snowpaw's training. In fact, soon as Scorchedmoon had come to sight the young apprentice made her way towards her own mentor, stubby tail raised high and ears perked, yellow eyes glowing slightly. "Look what Birdpaw did!" she said tilting her head slightly so her own mentor can get a better look at the minor injury to her ear, a decently size bit of Snowpaw's ear was nicked causing a slight ripped look to the grey ear.

Of course, Snowpaw had always thought scars were cool, their leader Chilledstar had a few, and she figured it came from lot of experience and so the young apprentice only saw this as an gaining experience in their own youth, a sign they were growing up, and getting closer to being a warrior. "Isn't it cool?" she chirped slightly. An apologetic look was on Birdpaw's mentors face, nervous that Snowpaw's own mentor would be disappointed that Snowpaw had gotten hurt during a training session.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You ve wasted your life , but thanks for applying ──┐‎

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  Snowpaw ❄ She/Her, apprentice of Shadowclan, 7 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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Tagging @Scorchedmoon no need to wait! )

 

[Magpiepaw]

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"It is most certainly not cool and it will be less cool when your ear falls off from rot." Magpiepaw stumbles along forward, bobbing steps and weaving through the cats present to stand before Snowpaw with a sneer on his face and his black lips curled, he reaches up a shaky paw to attempt to bend that sliced ear enough to examine the cut more closely - it wasn't the worst he'd seen but dirty claws could lead to more than just a scar to remember.
"Which brat used their claws in sparring?" His blue-violet gaze flit across the older cats and apprentices, wondering which of them would earn his ire should their mentor not be bold enough to spark it themselves.
His head swims, the sight of blood making his nose wrinkle but he's a medicine cat and he should not feel this way; he'd seen far worse, of course. A body torn by hawks, another battered upon the thunderpath, mauled by traitors, ripped asunder by a bear, drowning in sick...
This was trivial in comparison, but his eyes glaze over briefly and he sneezes suddenly as he forces his mind into focus.

——— ⸸ I'm the kid in the rain. Celebrate the insane ———— ⸸ Yeah, never goes my way

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  Magpiepaw
  —⊰⋅ MCA of ShadowClan
  —⊰⋅ He/They
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ Black tom w/a white throat and blue-violet eyes.
  —⊰⋅ Has mild cerebellar hypoplasia (Wobbly cat syndrome)
  
  

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[Bonechill.]

*+:｡.｡ Bonepaw would pad up behind Magpiepaw, urged forth by the unusual pairing of distressed frustration and chipper enthusiasm. Dull green gaze flicks from Snowpaw to Magpiepaw, resting briefly on the healer apprentice as he spoke with so much frustration. He notices immediately the way the older boy wrinkles his nose, the spit in his tone, the way he looks at yet simultaneously looks through Snowpaw's injured ear. Bonepaw has never had the pleasure of meeting Magpiepaw properly before now, but he feels this is a unique first impression of the clan's healer apprentice in action. He...doesn't like blood, does he? Odd trait for one who's expected to work closely with the substance. "Birdpaw" Bonepaw answers for the healer, reciting what he'd heard Snowpaw exclaim moments prior. Plus, it didn't take a hawk's eye to notice Birdpaw and her mentor shifting about nervously behind Snowpaw.

"Why are you excited?" Bonepaw finds himself asking impulsively. A bit rude of him, but he was curious - and besides, it was either that or he asked Magpiepaw what's his deal with blood, and he's relatively certain it's better to ask invasive questions to the happier of the two. Looking the older and paler apprentice up and down, his gaze lingers on her ear for a long moment. It was still bleeding, and judging from Snowpaw's excitement he doubted the girl took any time to clean it. Maybe Magpie's threat has merit considering he doubts Birdpaw groomed her claws before slicing it through Snowpaw's sensitive skin. So why, then, is the girl so happy about potentially losing her ear? And for sure permanently having a nick?

Was she seeking attention? Did she admire Birdpaw's skill just that much? Was she trying to make light of a bad situation? All answers felt incorrect as he watched her show off her cut to her mentor. Either way, he concluded from the way she thoughtlessly dropped Birdpaw's name while seeking validation for the 'coolness' of an open wound, Bonepaw did come to one conclusion at least-

"You're acting unkind Snowpaw. Have you considered how bad Birdpaw is feeling?" not to mention the resources she's happily wasting, the worry she's bringing upon her mentor and the trouble Birdpaw is surely about to be under for all of this. If he were in her shoes, he would have headed straight to Starlingheart without wasting time on showing off.

But after another moment of contemplation, the boy does offer a, "But it does look cool" as an olive branch. It wasn't his place to scold Snowpaw - not that that was necessarily his intention. Plus, looking at that nick, it was going to look like she'd gotten into a real fight at a young age. He kinda envied that.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 12/15/23

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  GENERAL:
  ☠ Shadowclan — apprentice
  ☠ DMAB— He/Him — Unsure
  ☠ 4 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☠ Son to Ferndance x Needledrift
  ☠ Brother to Bloodpaw, Shadepaw, Snowypaw
  ☠ Apprenticed to Nightwhisper
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☠Physically easy | mentally hard
  ☠ Attack in bold #738171
  injuries: None currently

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[LIVIDSMOKE]

Lividpaw failed to understand what made Snowpaw feel so proud over to have earned her first scar in a spar. That was no real victory or even worthy to be called for glory. Scars should be earned in battle or when defending the clan. Anything beside that were not worthy to acknowledge as anything else beside mishap or in this case carelessness. Snowpaw should have known better but be this reckless. Lividpaw would watch as he wonderd how Scorchedmoon would feel about this. Probably not impressed. For sure not going to react in the favor of what Snowpaw was expecting from them right now. Magpiepaw and Bonepaw already had this covered, pointing out how foolish she had been. Not that Lividpaw would have shared any of his opinions anyway. It would just be a hassle to him, and unworthy his time to begin with.




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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Magpiepaw's words startled Snowpaw and her gaze flicked towards the wobbly tom while a frown peered on her maw. That couldn't possibly happen, right? His wobbly paw reaching towards her ear and she tilted her head slightly to allow the medicine cat to get a better look at her ear. He asked which used their claws and... "It had been an accident, Birdpaw had not meant to... I startled her..." then Bonepaw's words came in and she blinked.

"What? I told Birdpaw it was fine, its not like it was intentional and its only an ear nick, I'm not terribly injured" they expressed. A frown peered on her lips, she hadn't expected her clanmates to react in such away over a tiny accident in such way, nor to see the nervous expression of Birdpaw or to get an slight earfull from one of her younger clanmates but...surely Scorchedmoon would find it cool? Her gaze flicked towards her own mentor awaiting for his response expectantly

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You ve wasted your life , but thanks for applying ──┐‎

• 
  "speak""Thoughts"
  
• 
  Snowpaw ❄ She/Her, apprentice of Shadowclan, 7 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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