camp I SEE THROUGH ✦₊⁺ SPIDER WATCHING

[DEERPAW.]

The spiders have brought a gift to Thunderclan, covering a corner he was hidden in with dew drops clinging onto silky threads. Deerpaw finds himself content, watching with wide eyes as the spindly-legged creatures work. It feels fascinating to him to observe, the dark things work so carefully. Clever little things, spiders are. "Pretty..." He whispers in a soft voice, he curls his tail over his paws.

He looks like a strange mix of a wet rat. Coat messy, clinging to a skinny built frame, his head craning low and forward. Hazel eyes wide, observing, only needs tracing with eyes rather than touching it. But... Deerpaw is still bound to apprentice tasks, carrying prey towards the nursery to feed Thunderclan's nursery. He'd rather be doing other things, would rather be watching dwindling spiders work their home. He was peacefully examining the spiders, until a sound of pawsteps caused him to twitch. He turns his head slowly, to watch as someone crashes into the spider's lovely home. No! He lets his mouth gape as he whips his head to the perpetrator.

"Y-you destroyed it's home... Ruined i-it." He states, voice flat while he stares at the culprit, his brows knitting as a frown twists his features. Sadness bites at him, for the poor spiders that had worked so hard to create this work of art. Their living space... it's now gone. "It'll h-have to b-build a new one." The tom doesn't wait for an answer from the 'home ruiner' as he turns his head to watch the poor spider scuttle around. Maybe the spider, will bring it's friends to help rebuild their lost home.

A NERVOUS CREATURE ᯓ★ BLACK GOAT'S EGG

• ooc. feel free to be the one who destroyed the poor spider's home </3
• no ref yet
• ( i can't handle it… ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ♰ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ DEERPAW. ╱ thunderclan apprentice
  ✶ amab ; HE / HIM ; 7 MOONS & AGES EVERY 26TH.
  ✶ undecided / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a scrawny longhaired black/dark ginger tortie and white tom with hazel eyes.
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, ff7844" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like fresh caramelized apples & faint damp earth musk
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[bayingkit]

she almost doesnt notice when she crashes through the thin webbing, her only indication of collision the briefest glimmer of it's dewy strings catching the evening sun and suddenly, there is a tangle over her whiskers. she'd tumbled just out of the nursery, puffed up from a brief and increasingly common spat with honeykit, still bristling thistlethorn spikes over her broad shoulders but now . . she shakes her head wildly to dislodge the web, tall ears perking forward at the sound of someone - - someone speaks. dualtoned eyes blink wide, then narrow towards the scraggly tomcat, giving a brief and dismissive sneeze. you destroyed their home, he says, and bayingkit snorts an infuriatingly simple, " yah. " what, was that bad? she didn't mean to be, and that alone coils something nasty in her.

her ears burn, giving the monotonous apprentice a glare that tells her annoyance at being accused of something . . she had certainly done. she lifts a paw, bapping the web from her snout without intention of snipping back but managing, somehow, to catch sight of something . . small. something black, and skittering wildly across the dirt flooring now just past deerpaw's heel. twin pupils dilate. now it'll have to build a new one, deerpaw says, and bayingkit shoots him a sly, wolfish grin, " nuh - uh . . watch this. " she mews proudly, before launching off suddenly wriggling hindquarters . . directly onto the lone spider. it cricks beneath her paws and, despite a momentary flare of smugness, it is quickly swamped by a roll of nausea -- like she'd messed up.

still, she lifts the paw and flicks it off with the thoughtlessness of childhood anger.

☽ ˚ ｡ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒  𓃥 【 𝑰𝑻𝑺 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑰𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 】

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• BAYINGKIT——————— SHE / HER, KITTEN OF THUNDERCLAN. NIGHTBIRD xx RACCOONSTRIPE, SISTER TO TWILIGHTKIT, TIGERKIT, STORMKIT & LIGHTNINGKIT. 3 MOONS OLD, SMELLS LIKE DISRUPTED SOIL & WET FUR. PENNED BY ANTLERS.
  a large, unsightly black tabby kitten.
  
  mongrelish, standing all thistlethorn fur and bared teeth, bayingkit would be thought roguesblood if not for the dogtooth crown she uncomfortably bears. a hereditary haunting lies in the shag of ornate black striping and long limbs that do not yet suit her wide, slouching shoulders ; her fathers daughter, laced in dredge and filth moreso than he’d ever been. a constant, incessant need to make herself small forms in hunched spine and weary, whale - eyed suspicion, communicating mostly in rumbling growls.. bayingkit tends to hold herself with a tuck tailed and trembling livewire of feral volatility.
  

  teething, easily frustrated with her lack of vocal skill and highly reactive. prone to biting, swatting and general moodiness it is highly encouraged to correct. powerplay is allowed for disciplinary swipes, scruffing and general redirection.

  
  
  

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[Softsight]

The last thing on Softpaw's mind these days were the minute intricacies of spiders and the webs they wove - perhaps it was a side effect of getting older, or just the strain that recent events had put on everyone, but she hadn't the time to play around when there were duties to be done. Deerpaw seemed to have different priorities, or he was just better than her at balancing work-life - she chose to believe the first option, refusing to be outdone by someone who got so emotional over the plights of bugs.

"Bayingkit is right." Softpaw says simply as she stops beside Deerpaw and the kit in question. A very... morbid way of resolving the problem, but a resolution nonetheless. "Now that spider won't have to worry about rebuilding its web." She glanced over at Deerpaw, who looked overly crestfallen. "I'm sure you'll find another spider and web to worry over."

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• SOFTPAW ✩ apprentice of thunderclan, nine moons
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[Dwindlingpaw]

⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊ With a tiny crunch, the spider perished, and Dwindlingpaw shook her head. "That was mean Deerpaw was playing with it; you didn't need to kill it, Bayingkit," she reprimanded, her tone lacking any genuine bite. When she and her siblings were kits, they would gather together and observe bugs as they went about their tiny bug lives. Dwindlingpaw missed those simple days. And the flame point apprentice was a tiny bit of disappointed not seeing the spider while it was still alive.

"Yes, because it's dead, it won't be doing much of anything," Dwindlingpaw huffed, taking one look at Softpaw and finding the white apprentice's opinion lacking. Didn't this make them uncomfortable? Though her morals kept her steadfast in what is and isn't acceptable, it's possible that she was overly sensitive. It was difficult for her to kill bugs for amusement, even though they weren't really exceptional.

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  Dwindlingpaw— She/Her ･ Thunderclan Apprentice･ PENNED BY @Ghostunes!

  ☀︎ A fluffy (LH) flame point cat with low white and has blue eyes
  ☀︎ Crimsonsun x Shadedmoon​

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[Tybalt [Stagstrike]]

Watching the interaction from a short distance, a small smile pulled at the edge of Tybalt's features as Deerpaw admired the insect. Tybalt himself had never paid much attention to bugs, but watching the brief moment of peace for the otherwise nervous apprentice had briefly stirred something within him.

His features crinkled as Bayingkit knocked the web down and then crushed the insect beneath a small paw, likely not understanding that she was even upsetting the apprentice. Softpaw and Dwindlingpaw too appeared relatively unbothered by the demise of the small creature, and Tybalt stood and gently flicked the devastated Deerpaw's shoulder with his tail. "Don't worry," he assured gently. "It's just part of why spiders hatch so many at once. I'm sure he's got plenty of family still around and they'll spin webs in a less dangerous spot."