camp IS THIS NOT YOUR SPEED? ♡ OBSERVATION

[DAWNGLARE]

The war had been fought and won, yes... Let there be no misconception about that. With the way Her leeches budded anew and the sun shined with new viciousness (this– he was selfishly indulging in as he thought, sprawling himself within camp wherever he pleased, soaking up that sun-warmth in his fur, light rust to a willow that already ran blood-red.) Could you blame him when a snake resided within his walls?

Though the sun threatens, and some things even more so... The cold was not gone completely. It was not something you could simply shoulder. Not something you could toss aside like the touch of a twoleg or stray pelt of some sort. Her sink into sickness was gradual. No, he would not think that some of them would grow so plump so quickly. He's nearly jealous. The journeys back home had never quite stopped, he could spare a snap of something dry, crunching between his teeth. Pleasant, homely, but never quite satisfactory. It's been long, hasn't it, since he could streetch beneath the sun-bleached skys with his belly warm with prey, even his coat seeming thicker all because of it. He knew not how it felt to have ribs showing beneath your skin, but he hadn't been so comfortable for a long...long time. And this, all for what?

Wasn't she comfortable? Able to spend her days confined to her nest, doted on by a face like his? Brought her meals and spared her life. (For, tearing through her would only be half as pleasant without any chase). Pure rest, relaxation, for months. Released to a cold and cruel world, only to come back plumper by the day. Her smell made him sentimental. He's brought back to his kithood, warm scent drifting readily too him. He utters a sad sigh, relaxed as he may seem. It blusters even sadder as he catches sight of the very subject. Woeful and rueful, his spread limbs would reach to her. "Oh, aren't you enjoying yourself..." Halfway-whine, he comments. "You've gotten lazy. Lazy... able to stay fat and warm despite it all..." He musses a small harumph, air pushed through his nose.

[ Talking to @FIGPAW ! Not pafp <3 ]​

 

[FIGFEATHER]

Dawnglare was ruthlessly odd and annoying, but she’s found an acquired taste for his traits when she lived with him in the medicine cat den. Even if she could tolerate his unusual poise and incoherent rambles she was still thanking StarClan for being out of his den at last. When the Tom approaches her today she wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but it was not this.

Aren’t you enjoying yourself, she raises a metaphorical brow at him, she interprets it as sarcastic. Was she doing something wrong…? She looks around in confusion. Had he laid herbs out to try and she stepped on them? Maybe? Or did it look like she wasn’t doing enough? Tallulahwing and her would be going training soon, she was trying to save her energy. But Dawnglare says more, you’ve gotten lazy. Lazy… able to stay fat and warm despite it all…

The look of pure shock on her face says it all, her tangerine eyes looked as if they might just pop out from her skull, did he- he just- really?! ”Huh?! I’m neither of those things…“ Jerk she near hisses, but she’s always been known to be respectful- or try to be of her superiors… ”What are you at, anyway?” Her whiskers quiver and she tries to lay her fur flat to slim herself up. Did her evenings with Fanta really show that much…? ​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 01/05

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· FIGPAW, AMAB — she / her
╰ ‣ 11 moons .
╰ ‣ skyclan apprentice . believes in starclan, doesn't fully understand

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like pine nettles & sap, status — 100%
╰ ‣ A red tabby she-cat with orange eyes. Mangled right hind leg.

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ENFP-A ❝ CAMPAIGNER❞ , Gryfindor, Lawful Good
╰ ‣ Excitable, generous, caring, quick-to-act, daft, naive
╰ ‣ finds relative ease relating to others . kind-hearted, will show mercy

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· NPC X DAISYFLIGHT, sister to Greenpaw, Violetpaw, Snowpaw & Butterflypaw
╰ ‣ Pansexual . mistakes admiration for romantic feelings
╰ ‣ Apprentice to Tallulahwing
╰ ‣ poor fighter . okay hunter .
╰ ‣ unlikely to start fights . will flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.

 

[TWITCHBOLT]

For once he was relaxed- in as much a relaxed manner as Twitchbolt could assume. There was still a tremor about him, still the odd namesake now and then... but, in the new sunshine he could let himself relax a little, let his fur lie flat. So often did it bristle in spines that he almost didn't look like himself, relatively calm- though at the sound of voices nearby his olivine gaze shot wide, and his identity was confirmed. There was no invasion, no... thievery going on, but there was some small confrontation even if it was a clawless one.

Upon Dawnglare's observation, Twitchbolt let his gaze linger upon Figpaw for a few moments- he'd not noticed it until now, but she did look pretty well fed. Must be some sort of intervention or miracle for someone to recover from the bone-picking of leaf-bare so quickly, but- Figpaw had always been a pretty good apprentice. If anyone was excelling in hunting it'd probably be her, right? It seemed... impossible for Figpaw to be lazy- she was always such a bright spot.

Still, he wasn't an idiot... there was something afoot about this. As much as he wanted to have faith in the denial of someone he considered a friend (though whether the feeling was mutual he was ever unsure), he was also infamously suspicious. That suspicion held no biases, unfortunately... maybe it wasn't just the accidental indulgence of daylight warriors that had been taking more from the freshkill pile.​

penned by pin ✧​

 

[CHRYSALISWING]

"Dawnglare's right. You look fat." Came the venom-pricked tongue of the approaching apprentice, and just as the adder's arrival was heralded by the quietly metrical slither of the serpent, his own arrival was remarked by his anathema. Unlike the snake, he never cared to make himself nor his words hidden. The chimaera-coated cat peeled himself from the cloak of shadows, trotting just a tail's length from the golden-furred Figpaw, as though his own hide were the new moon's bow to the full sun's shine. Though the new moon bristled with light, it hid itself within the sable sheath of the night. Consternation and contempt brewed within jewel-cut gaze, like a perfect storm upon the horizon, a forewarning that fluttered too close to its subject. Unlike the tempest, his clouds tended to linger even after the rain had ceased.

"Maybe she's been eating kittypet food. Explains why she looks so much like one." A sneer painted itself on his lips, whiskers twitching at yet another chance to make a jab at the softer Figpaw. He never really liked her - not that he truly knew her, but to him, she symbolized all that the other clans derided Skyclan on. Those of gentler disposition and gentler wings tended to get struck down by his storm of ire. A sprightly suspicion began to spring in the tom's mind, sniffing the air around the molly for a few moments longer, as if whiplike whiskers could comb through the confusion better than his eyes or his ears. It was a feline's disposition, and yet even he could not discern the answer from that alone. Perhaps she had been sustaining herself on that housecat slop or whatever the Twolegs shoved down their slaves' throats. ​

 

[FIGFEATHER]

Figpaw is stunned from the words that boom behind her, she spins around to see Chrysalispaw. He’s no good, he’s no good, his opinion doesn’t matter, her inner voice tries to reason, but still she takes these words to heart. What she hates the most about this situation is that they were right. Her stomach has grown rounder, she has been eating kitty pet food. Did that make her soft? Did it make her unworthy? The girl feels no matter what she does she would never be true SkyClan warrior despite being born here, and this time she’s done it to herself. First her leg, her wings being clipped, now she was subjecting herself to the softness of a kitty pet.

It confused her, did it make her less of a warrior? Has she tarnished herself?

Figpaw catches Twitchbolt’s gaze for just a moment, there is almost a pleading in her eyes. Then she looks to Chrysalispaw, wanting nothing more than to smack him upside the head for being such a fox-heart! Instead she draws in a deep breath and stands tall, she walks away without a defense or further word.

//HEHE out! ​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 03/27

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· FIGPAW, AMAB — she / her
╰ ‣ 11 moons .
╰ ‣ skyclan apprentice . believes in starclan

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like pine nettles & sap, status — 100%
╰ ‣ A red tabby she-cat with orange eyes. Mangled right hind leg.

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ENFP-A ❝ CAMPAIGNER❞ , Gryfindor, Lawful Good
╰ ‣ Excitable, generous, caring, quick-to-act, distrusting, resentful
╰ ‣ finds relative ease relating to others . kind-hearted, will show mercy
╰ ‣ cats of windclan blood or those she deems morally inferior will be met with her ire

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· NPC X DAISYFLIGHT, sister to Greenpaw, Violetpaw, Snowpaw & Butterflypaw
╰ ‣ Pansexual . mistakes admiration for romantic feelings
╰ ‣ Crushing on Fanta
╰ ‣ Apprentice to Tallulahwing
╰ ‣ good fighter . excellent hunter .
╰ ‣ unlikely to start fights . will flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.