Insert spooky song here || Pumpkin patch

[Dwindlingpaw]

⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊ Tiny animals scuttling amid the twisting stems that twisted and spun in all directions could be heard beneath the massive, wispy green leaves. Dwindlingpaw was completely caught off guard when she stumbled into the pumpkin patch, an array of green, yellow, and orange everywhere. What they were she didn't know—perhaps some sort of herb? From her time in the medicine den she has seen a variety of healing plants, but none quite like this.

When she scratched at the pumpkin, she was surprised to find that it was rather durable. She even managed to push her nails through and make deep grooves in the flesh, but nothing fell out and the pumpkin didn't collapse. "What is this thing?"

After applying pressure with her front paws, the pumpkin broke under the pressure, Dwindlingpaw standing in a gooey mess of pumpkin guts. She swiftly moved away from the filth as it crushed between her paws and let out a "ew."

Her normally well-groomed fur was now splattered with pumpkin juice, and she huffed as she looked down at her unkempt fur. Her tail lashed back and forth before a fun thought struck her, and she smiled, "I'm going to bring some back for the kits to play with." They adored a good mess. It was fun sinking her claws into something non-living, maybe she'd keep one for herself.

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  Dwindlingpaw— She/Her ･ 9 moons ･ Thunderclan apprentice･ PENNED BY @Ghostunes!

  ☀︎ A charismatic colorful array of cream orange and red fur shaped like an apprentice.
  ☀︎ Crimsonsun x Shadedmoon
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[WILDHEART]

”I don’t know what they are, but if you plan on bringing any back for the kits remember that you’ll be in charge of cleaning up after them.” Wildheart rumbled with a serious expression at first, but then it broke as a wicked grin filled his features as he hooked a paw through the spilled pumpkin guts before attempting to splatter Dwindlingpaw with the goop.

”Fancy rolling one back to camp, Spiderpaw?” The calico inquired as he turned his head to look at his apprentice. It was perhaps the first time that Wildheart had actually seemed relaxed around the youth since becoming their mentor.

//apprentice tag @SPIDERPAW
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[CARDINALPAW]

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A mess. And a foul smell, too - when Dwindlingpaw breaks through the pumpkin, Cardinalpaw's nose scrunches, recoiling at both the scent and the sight of the odd, wet .. stuff inside the pumpkin, not unlike the goo that comes from squishing berries. She's right, of course - kits would love one of these things because it would be completely disastrous if they got their paws on the messy parts of .. whatever it is. He recoils further at the thought of that terrible scent permeating the entire camp, crouching some tail-lengths away.

"It's disgusting, is what it is," he says plainly. Wildheart is right in that it'll be on her when the kits make a mess, anyway. Maybe he'll steer clear of the others if this is what they're getting into.

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[Softsight]

Having been born moons ago in the thick of Leaf-fall, Softsight isn't aware of what the strange plants are - she assumes they're plants, they have stems and leaves, after all - because when this time had last rolled around she had been contained in camp. She hadn't seen anything like it in the other seasons, but she was just as curious about the strange new item and she sniffed one hesitantly as Dwindlingpaw went about playing with it to see what it could do.

Softsight backed away when the pumpkin split open from the weight that the apprentice put on it, mirroring Cardinalpaw's reaction with a turn of the nose. She certainly didn't want any of that goo on her pelt or paws, and while she was sure that the kits would love it, she could also imagine that their guardians wouldn't be as keen on the new plaything.

"A bit gruesome, one might say." Softsight commented quietly as she watched Wildheart attempt to splash Dwindlingpaw with the innards of the plant. Though it didn't look it, Softsight couldn't help but wonder if any of it could be of use to Gentlestorm - just as she had once thought oak leaves to be useless, she didn't dare look down on any plant since learning they had their use. Gentlestorm had a way with plants that was unlike anyone Softsight knew, and she supposed that was because he was a medicine cat.

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[DEERPAW.]

Having not been born in Leaf - fall, Deerpaw isn't– well wasn't all that aware of the new plants sprouting up everywhere? He doesn't particularly get it. The faux tortoiseshell follows behind some clanmates, a mangled ear twitched at the various prey skittering among and under twisting tree roots. Dark rimmed hazel eyes slide to Dwindlingpaw's pointed form and Wildheart. He raised a brow at the strange plants.

Did they hold secrets perhaps? Anything he could keep if he opened one? Should he keep one for himself and experiment? Would it be empty upon splitting it open...? Bare to the outside world?

Round and bumpy some where. Various colors of orange, yellow and green as the eye could see before him. He shuffles forward, ginger tail all but dragging through the leafy undergrowth, leaning his dark muzzle forward to sniff at the new item. He cringes back when the pumpkin split open, revealing it's insides to the world. It's.... underwhelming! With a curl of a frown on bitten lips, brows knitting together while taking a paw. Poking and prodding at the gooey mess of innards, he blinks slowly as he haunches over to paw at some pumpkin seeds. Huh, seeds. Deerpaw is surprised that a big thing like a pumpkin holds seeds. He thought it would just be empty... That sucks. "...I l-like it." He mumbles, tail twitching at the sound of Cardinalpaw's voice.

The apprentice has something to occupy his time for a while. He rakes both of his forepaws through the guts, it feels nice underneath his paws. Squishy. He wrinkles his nose at the smell sticking to him. He takes a paw flicking some goop away from him, he had his fun for now. "G-Gruesome...? It's too s-squishy..." He quietly murmurs. Before he goes back to letting dark paws be covered with pumpkin goo again with wide eyes gleaming with interest.

﹒౨ৎ˚₊‧ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑮𝑶𝑨𝑻'𝑺 𝑬𝑮𝑮 ᯓ★ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃

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• ( I-I CAN'T H-HANDLE IT! ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ♰ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ DEERPAW. ╱ thunderclan apprentice
  ⸝⸝ amab ; HE / HIM ; 10 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 26TH.
  ✶ homosexual, ace / not actively looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a scrawny longhaired black/dark ginger tortoiseshell tom with low white and hazel eyes.
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, 4d4344" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like mud &. damp earth musk

  all opinions are ic! he's morbid and he sucks </3 ♱

  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone

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[SHADOWEDPAW]

Born under the darkness of new-leaf day gone missing, Shadowedpaw — just like his sister — the tom had yet to learn what would come of the oak forest under colder moons. The forest is set alight in reds and oranges akin to his pelt, a breath-taking sight that distracts himself from the patrol he’s taking part in.

His sister’s voice pulls his attention away from the treetops, blue-green gaze darting toward her face — and the strange things she stands before too. Shadowedpaw blinks, “ Woah —! ”

Sand-capped paws guide him toward Dwindlingpaw’s side to investigate, a head tilting to the side. “ They kind of… They kind of look like us! ” Round faced, and flame-coated, Shadowedpaw finds amusement in such. That is, until a darker set of paws breaks into one of the strange plants. The tom grimaces at the squelching noise, the pungent orange ooze it bleeds. “ Or… It did. ”

Dwindlingpaw suggests taking the gourd’s remnants back to camp, and Shadowedpaw considers it. “ How do we — “

At Wildheart’s paws, the plant’s blood goes flying, raining down on his fur. Shadowedpaw squeaks in surprise, trying to dodge out of the way. “ Ew — Gross! ”

The tom shakes himself off, attempting to rid himself of the cold goop stuck in his fur. When all fails, a paw dips into it: for revenge could only be better than this. When the rest of his paw finally meets the shade of his leg’s markings, he swipes upward, cascading guts over the lot of them in hopes of getting back at the warrior.
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[SPIDERPAW]

during a season where all plant-life is subject to wither and rot from frigid tempertures, it's strange to see one thrive especially in such abundance like this. spiderpaw lingers a few whisker-lengths behind the rest, watching as dwindlingpaw is the first brave soul to investigate these strange gourds that occupy this part of their territory. the pumpkins appeared hardy for the most part, able to stand against the curious scrape of claws that score across it's bumpy exterior without much give but it's not until a heavier weight is introduced that caused the thing to spilt open with a startling crack, spilling out its gooey and stringy innards across the dirt.

the apprentice couldn't help but wrinkle their snout a little, unsure of how to feel about it all. "su—sure i don't mind ro–rolling one back.." spiderpaw mews, slinking forward past his mentor who had just thrown a pawful of pumpkin guts at dwindlingpaw to take a spot besides deerpaw where he'd reach an ebony paw out hesitantly to touch the stuff and the odd, slimey texture makes his skin crawl causing him to retract his appendage. "it fe–feels really we–weird. they mummer to no one in particular, they can definitely see the appeal in squishing and messing with the pumpkin goop but this is an activity spiderpaw will probably sit out of in the future atleast until they can get over the icky feeling they get from touching it.

─ ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘌𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘛 𝘐𝘕𝘚𝘐𝘋𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘔𝘌 ₊ ☽◯☾ ₊ 𝘐𝘚 𝘚𝘐𝘊𝘒 𝘖𝘍 𝘚𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌 * :☆ﾟ. ──

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• ⋆˖⁺‧₊ SPIDERPAW —— thunderclan apprentice , mentored by wildheart. littermate to myrtlepaw
  ⊰∙∘ demiboy / he / they / 07 moons, ages every 9th.
  ⊰∙∘ unknown orientation, still working it out. / not actively looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ⊰∙∘ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  ⊰∙∘ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  
  ⊰∙∘ penned by cobatic
  ⊰∙∘ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

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[WILDHEART]

The calico was surprised when he was splattered with pumpkin innards from Shadowedpaw’s own assault. The tom winced and flattened his ear back as he tried to brace himself against the wet goop that landed against his form. Lifting up a paw he then swiped it from his face before locking his sights on the other apprentice. A wicked grin filled his face at that second. All focus on his own apprentice was lost as his mind shifted into one of mischief. ”Oh, this is war.”

The warrior pounced himself onto a pile of pumpkin guts before turning his rump towards those who were gathered, then with frantic kicks of his hind paws he aimed to shower as many other cats in mushed up pumpkin as he could.
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