camp if you're blind to that, i'm fine with that } quick intro

[spottedpaw]

Spottedpaw sat delicately near the center of camp, running her tongue over her pelt. She was preparing herself for an evening hunting patrol. Some cat had to step up around here with a large portion of their strongest warriors away. She was making sure she was ready to do so at every opening. Yeahhh so, she couldn’t lead her own hunting patrol, but her aim was to hang around with her ears perked so she could be the first to snag a spot on one.

In the meantime, she’d get a quick grooming sesh in. She had swiped a couple of wild geraniums while she was outside of camp earlier this morning. She had now retrieved them from where she’d stashed them in her nest and was placing the small indigo petals purposefully and decoratively in her pelt. She hummed to herself as she did so. Looking her best was of the utmost importance! Plus, the mice would only have a chance to smell the pollen in her fur before she hooked them with her claws. A diabolical grin adorned her lips as she continued to preen.
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✿ OOC NOTES . ✿ . CHARACTER INFO ✿ . APPEARNCE ✿ ✿ . STATS ✿

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  ✿ spottedpaw ✿ she/her ✿ 7 moons ✿ apprentice of thunderclan ✿
  a thin and pretty long-haired calico she-cat with light blue eyes.
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  ──── named 'spotted' for her calico pelt & named 'paw' denoting her rank.
  ──── she was born to a pair of rogues but was abandoned as a kit and taken in by thunderclan. tansyshine is her adoptive mother.
  ──── when the season permits, she wears various wildflowers woven into her long fur
  ──── bossy / confident / 'goodie-goodie' / self-righteous / helpful / headstrong
  / protective / vain / studious / devoted / extroverted
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  hunting ◆◆◆◇◇
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[FALCONHEART]

Restless paws carry the young tom about camp, pacing back and forth as Falconpaw awaits… what is he waiting for, anyway? For some sort of assurance that ThunderClan’s warriors are doing okay, or for Flamewhisker and Stormpaw to return? It’s difficult, keeping his mind occupied as he lingers about camp, but if he can just find a warrior to take him out on a hunting patrol, then maybe he could take his mind off things for a while.

Unfortunately there is no hunting patrol, but what he sees in the center of camp is a familiar form cloaked in calico fur. Tired paws drag him over to where Spottedpaw is grooming herself, and his gaze catches on the flowers that adorn the other apprentice’s pelt. "Those are, uh…" he stumbles over his compliment. If he calls the flowers pretty, will she think he’s calling her ugly? And if he says they smell good, will she think he’s implying that she doesn’t smell nice? He straightens his shoulders, steadying himself as he flashes a smile at her. "They look really nice. Where did you find them?" ​

[ find me way out there ]​

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[BURNSTORM]

Burnstorm himself does not really care for decoration. What was the point of putting flowers in your fur? Unless they masked your scent from prey or something else useful then he would definitely pass up the opportunity if it was given to him. Practicality was more important than anything in his mind. Like Falconpaw, Burnstorm is waiting. Golden eyes are positioned on the entrance as if any moment a familiar dark figure might stroll into camp, purple flowers clutched in her jaws and a smile on her face, coming to tell him everything was alright now. It wasn't happening anytime soon and he knew it but still, he couldn't help but stare for a few moments before his attention is diverted elsewhere.

"You apprentices really have nothing better to do?" he asks, his voice gruff and judging. Perhaps if he was in a better mood he would have said it in a teasing tone of voice but he is not and he doesn't. His gaze is judgmental when it sweeps over Spottedpaw and then Falconpaw before he turns with a flick of his fluffy black tail "Whatever, just don't let your mentors catch you doing whatever this is, if you were my apprentices I'd have you cleaning ticks off of elders" not doing useless pointless things like put flower petals in your fur.

// sorry for him ; - ;
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[spottedpaw]

A conversation quashed her dreams of blindsiding mice. She flicked her ears and finished a sweeping scrub across her cheek with the back of her black forepaw. She glanced to the voice’s owner and gazed warmly at Falconpaw. He seemed to have idle paws like her.”Thanks. Blues and purples are my favorite. I usually look for my flowers near uh the.. grasses by the WindClan border,” she revealed quickly. ”But these I found in a forest clearing.” Gathering the petals always took effort and time. It was a guilty task since it took her attention away from hunting and training.

A rough tone flattened her ears and she started and stared in Burnstorm’s direction. She grit her teeth. Apprentices work hard too! She hated being made to feel like she didn’t even have the time for such personal things. She could idle if warriors like Burnstorm could. She glowered at the large black tom but she soothed herself to keep her maw shut. No good would come to her if she talked back to a warrior. She couldn’t do that. ”Good thing we aren’t his apprentices,” she would hiss in a hushed tone, intending only Falconpaw to hear.

”We are waiting for a hunting patrol,” she would finally call in excuse, addressing Burnstorm indignantly.
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✿ OOC NOTES . ✿ . CHARACTER INFO ✿ . APPEARNCE ✿ . STATS ✿

• ✿ ooc : — ​
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  ✿ spottedpaw ✿ she/her ✿ 7 moons ✿ apprentice of thunderclan ✿
  a thin and pretty long-haired calico she-cat with light blue eyes.
  ⇀ TAGS ↽
  

  
  ──── named 'spotted' for her calico pelt & named 'paw' denoting her rank.
  ──── she was born to a pair of rogues but was abandoned as a kit and taken in by thunderclan. tansyshine is her adoptive mother.
  ──── when the season permits, she wears various wildflowers woven into her long fur
  ──── bossy / confident / 'goodie-goodie' / self-righteous / helpful / headstrong
  / protective / vain / studious / devoted / extroverted
  ​

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  strength ◆◇◇◇◇
  stamina ◆◇◇◇◇
  speed ◆◆◆◆◇
  charisma ◆◆◆◆◇
  intellect ◆◆◆◆◇
  
  hunting ◆◆◆◇◇
  swimming ◇◇◇◇◇
  climbing ◆◆◆◆◇
  fighting ◆◆◇◇◇
  

 

[FALCONHEART]

The calico responds to his compliment with friendliness, and somewhere in his chest pride begins to bloom. He’s done something right, he thinks, if she’s willing to keep taking to him. The she-cat explains where she’d found the flowers, and Falconpaw nods along even though he knows he’s going to forget everything she says within the next day. But maybe if he remembers, he can try to find some flowers for when his mother and sister come back. If they come back before the cold hits, at least. "The blue matches your eyes," he observes, unsure of how else to respond. Should he say anything else? Should he… leave? Would that be rude?

His awkward standing is interrupted by Burnstorm, and he stiffens at the dark-coated warrior’s words—does the older tom think they’re slacking off? The implication makes embarrassment burn across his face. He’s Flamewhisker and Flycatcher’s son, of course he’s not just slacking off! An indignant response sits at the tip of his tongue, but Burnstorm is a warrior, and a good one at that. The cream tabby blinks slowly, schooling his expression into something placid. He can’t help but let out a soft puff of laughter at Spottedpaw’s words, though. He’s quick to cover it up with a clearing of his throat, flicking his tail gently as the other apprentice explains what they’re doing. He can only hope that the warrior will loosen up when he realizes that they’re not just idling around.

He isn’t certain what to say, though his first instinct is, of course, to lie. If he comes up with a good enough story, then he can convince Burnstorm to leave them alone. Or… maybe Burnstorm can take them out on a patrol, since he’s upset about them not having anything better to do. "My mentor is sick, so she’s been having me go on patrols with whoever will take me," he offers, shrugging. "But nobody’s gone on one yet. Maybe you can take us out on a patrol, so we can stop being so bored." His paws itch with the need for movement, a desire to be doing anything but sitting around camp feeling useless. He tries to put on his most pleasant expression, hoping that the warrior will agree.​

[ find me way out there ]​

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[dreampaw]

Dreampaw was waiting for things to be over. The putrid scent of bile was already buried in his fur and had so long assaulted his nostrils that he was sure he’d be able to smell nothing else for a halfmoon. The dark tortie was walking along with a uncomfortable snarl, clutching a mouse bile soaked patch of moss between his teeth. Though he stops as his ears perk to overhear the words of his clanmates.

Unfortunately it is Burnstorm’s blatant scorn that he hears most clearly and he is thankful for the moss in his mouth that prevents him from giving the dark-furred warrior an amused, but likely irreverent, grin. He too was interested in the flowers Spottedpaw was adding to her fur. What if the Dark Warrior could decorate himself to show his brilliance! But with what? The blood of his prey and enemies was foul and too on-the-nose. Bones were too heavy to stay in fur. Ugh, was there nothing that suited his princely darkness?

He’d drop the moss at his paws and finally commit to joining the three. ”Our elders are already free of blood-sucking vermin by vitrue of the Dark Warrior. No need to thank me,” he says loudly as if his tick-duty this evening was spurred by his kind heart rather than a mild punishment for a prank gone wrong. He had been traveling to rid of the bile-covered moss at the dirt place but he stopped to flick his tail more leisurely at Spottedpaw, Falconpaw, and Burnstorm. He saw no issue in engaging in brief conversation now that his task was more or less complete. To become one with the underbrush, Dreampaw muses as he looks over the flowers Spottedpaw had placed in her fur once more, I wonder if it works. He’d known Spottedpaw to wear flowers in her long fur for looks but he’d never stopped to consider if it helped in hiding one’s scent while hunting.

And on the subject of hunting, he’d flick an ear in Burnstorm’s direction. ”Is Burnstorm offering to gather a hunting patrol?” His tail-tip would twitch in excitement as he added to Falconpaw’s request, ”Is that so?”
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OOC NOTES . ◭ . CHARACTER INFO

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  DREAMPAW / t a g s
  9 moons / ftm trans (he/him)
  thunderclan apprentice / small dark tortoiseshell cat with hazel eyes.
  primary character / played by yamitisane
  powerplay of healing & minor offensive actions (shoving, slapping, small cuts, etc) allowed
  
  dreampaw is a genius and eccentric cat whose sole focus is becoming stronger than he already is. he’s enthusiastic, entertaining, and loves pranks. however his looks can be deceiving as he is also aggressive and arrogant and frustratingly has the talent to make certain his words don’t go unfounded. he has a fiery and wicked gaze, speaks with a deeper voice than his appearance would suggest, has an evil laugh, and calls himself the ‘Dark Warrior.’