camp IN HEAVY MIST, IN GLITTER DUST ࿐ ࿔*:・゚ WATER FIGHT

࿐ ࿔*:・゚ — Bubbleburst had told her that the two of them could spar and Beefang eagerly agrees since she's been itching for a spar among clanmates for the longest time. The last one that she ever had was with her brother, Cicadaflight, and so the newly promoted lead warrior trails behind the blue molly with her bottlebrush tail in the air. The black smoke tries to hide her enthusiam but it's proving to become difficult within the passing seconds and it isn't long until the two of them are tangled together in a quick tussle yet Beefang feels the back paws of Bubbleburst touch her silver belly, her lone eye widens. She doesn't have much time to recover or realize what's happening as she's flung into the river with a loud splash, the water engulfs her immediately and fish hurriedly swim away from her, Bee can't help but feel the way her face begins to grow hot despite how the cool water surrounds her entire body.

She allows herself to stay under for a few seconds still a little dazed from what happened and tries to ignore the way her heart beats loudly within her ears, Beefang surfaces at last as she shoots a sharp glare in the direction of the blue tabby but there's no angry fire burning in her lone eye. "You fishbrain!" The soaked moggy begins with a sputter trying her best not to grin or laugh but its proving to become harder and with a hefty paw, she attempts to splash Bubbleburst so that half of her would be drenched. If she succeeds with this "attack" of hers, the waterlogged lead warrior then attempts to grab the other by the shoulders and drag her into the river with her "C'mere!" A playful snarl slips from her throat as she tries to pull Bubble further into the river with her as a few giggles erupt from her own jaws.

All or any embarassment forgotten as the two of them splash around in the water, it's likely an immature sight for someone like Beefang but she doesn't dwell or think on it long enough to pull herself out from the river...


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  • WARRIOR SKILLSET;
    ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ HUNTING
    ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
    ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ COMBAT
    ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
    ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
    ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ SWIMMING
    ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING
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    a shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and a singular amber eye
    oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. distrusting of outsiders and will snap at you if y/c walks up to her on her blind side. all her opinions are IC only.
    14 moons old; ages the 10th every month
    asexual homoromantic; mated to moonbeam
    currently mentoring... roepaw ; formerly mentored by smokestar
    firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
    sister of cicadaflight and loveburn
    "speech", thoughts, attacking
    peaceful powerplay allowed
 
〕Bubbleburst is game for anything social. Gatherings, she maintains, are still the best kind of thing she could have the privilege to attend. However, when it comes to her own clanmates, she tries to socialize best by partaking in the things that they want to do. She's just happy to be there. So, it's easy to get Beefang to agree to a sparring match; something that Bubbleburst would likely have not been the first to suggest. In fact, Bubbleburst knows she isn't a good fighter, and she fairs even worse in a spar against her own clanmate. It's somewhat funny how diametrically opposed Beefang and Bubbleburst are. Not just in this matter, but in many.

Beefang is thrilled by the idea. Bubbleburst is just happy to help the lead warrior celebrate her promotion and have a good time. Despite her lacking skills, the warrior knows she should still give Beefang a good fight. A spar isn't much fun if your opponent is lazy or gives up. Her mother had always taught her to do unto others as she would want done to herself, and Bubbleburst- though not much of a sparring molly- gives it her best shot. But it doesn't take long before she's thrown off Beefang into the water. She waits until Beefang has righted herself before putting a paw to her muzzle to stifle a giggle. "Sorry!" she mews, voice pitched high with amusement.

Before the Y in sorry can even finish coming out of her mouth, Beefang has launched a torrential attack at Bubbleburst in return. The silver molly is now half-soaked, rivulets of water coursing over her face, neck and chest. She sputters in surprise, but recovers quickly with a joyful laugh. Beefang drags her into the river, and Bubbleburst uses her front paws to splash the lead warrior in a kitlike manner, slamming them up and down at the surface of the water. "You fight dirty!" the silver molly jokes, smiling wide as she takes aim to give Beefang a particularly large splash
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  • BUBBLEBURST —— warrior of riverclan , mentoring twinklepaw . mudjaw x breezeflower . littermate to swanpaw ✦ penned by carat
    she/her / 16 moons & ages every 13th
    single / bisexual / open to romance
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
    —— not a strong fighter, often prefers diplomacy and strategy over strength and battle skills

    "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
    biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
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    a mediumhaired silver marbled tabby with moderate white and blue eyes
 
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Tired bones shift towards the shore in an effort to stretch... to be free of the confines of a den full of folks just as old as she is. They are a stifling group, so aged that they circle round and round predictably. They're the same cats she'd known and been getting to know through forced proximity. It is truly the youth that take the monotony out of life... and she relishes in watching their relationships blossom. A glassy gaze fixates on the tumbling figures of two gentle-hearted foes, deriving joy from their practice... honing their skills while their joints do not yet ache to be thrown around.

"You two're gonna wake the fish from 'ere to SkyClan," she teases from the shore, soaking her ankles in the shallows to ease the pain of a life spent living longer than most are ever given the luxury to.

"Ya fight like barbels... don't get your whiskers tangled," comes in rumbling jest from her position as an elderly onlooker.​