camp IT'S COLD OUT HERE . intro, den patching

[HERONPAW !]

The storms had thundered and boomed all night. There had been a dribble of ice cold water that was steady as a stream and it pooled right into his nest. The apprentice remembered trying to get away from the drip as it ticked onto his pelt, yet he had disturbed another apprentice. Was it that he stepped on their tail? Was that what they'd hissed at him for? Heronpaw couldn't remember. It was late and the other apprentice was fast asleep before he could even apologize. Lucky.
That relentless dripping had finally ceased by the time the sun started to peak on the horizon, but the damage was done.
Heronpaw was dragging out his nest from the apprentices' den with hung eyelids. With a grunt, he heaved the soaking mass of once soft moss into a small pile to be discarded. He sat back on his haunches and stared at the small pile from those glowering, dimmed ice chips. Why did wet moss have to be heavy?
Those eyes flicked towards the den with malice as the hopes of going fishing were slowly slipping out of reach as the sun climbed higher. A groggy growl rumbled from his chest, "I really need to patch that."
That long, feathery blue-tipped tail twitched to and fro behind him as he drilled clear claws into the ground. Sharp, white teeth ground together as thoughts raced behind icicle eyes. How is it that I was so unlucky to get the only spot in the den with a leaky roof? How had it not been noticed until now?
As the new apprentice, maybe it was just the short reed stem he'd drawn?
He heaved himself to his white tipped paws with a heavy sigh. Belly rumbling, but ignoring it, he began to trot around the den to where another apprentice stood.
"Oh! Hey, do you know if there are any other spots?" He asked before tilting his head and angled his ears towards the den.

I HAVE TRIED OTHER THINGS ( BUT NOTHING CAN CAPTURE THE STING ) 𓆝･ﾟ:

• ooc.
• HERONPAW —— apprentice of riveclan . mentored by tba . turtletuft x troutsplash
  ✦ penned by DROID
  ✦ male . he/him . six moons . ages every 30ᵗʰ
  ✦ single . bisexual demiromantic . monogamist . open to petty crushes, short romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted . tag account when attacking
  —— no combat experience or training, very easy to beat
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacks, all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — toyhouse — spotify
  ✦ message junkyard.droid on discord for plots or go to 'droids-junkyard' in the riverclan server
  
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  a longhaired blue lynx point with low white and blue eyes. a feathery soft, longhaired, and thick furred tomcat of beautiful blue pigments. eyes a bright electrifying blue. strong and sturdy legs held by white webbed paws dimpled with pink pads. fangs peek out from under his lips due to their curious length. well cared for fur is attached to lean, hard packed newly earned muscle. an unconventional teenage heartthrob followed by a thick air of arrogant fresh apprentice confidence.

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[MERLINPAW ✦]

Having been busy grooming the sleep from their fur, Merlinpaw pays little attention to anything else happening in the low light of the apprentice's den. When they are not busy hunting or on any patrols, they often find themself here, somewhere sheltered from the chill of the leaf-bare wind where many bodies gather together to create a thin blanket of minimal warmth. So, at Heronpaw's approach and subsequent question, they pause in their action to consider.

In truth, there are likely plenty of open spots, the den is not as crowded as it could bo or it once was... many spaces are empty of nests, you'd just have to keep an eye out for them. Granted... Heronpaw was still only six moons, a brand new apprentice all things considered, he might not yet know where everyone likes to sleep.

"Anywhere is free," they answer in monotone, blinking evenly at the other apprentice with the avian name. "Unless the scent is fresh you can take any spot."

i used to think // that memories were like pollen

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  (img) Merlinpaw * they/him* 10 moons
  mentored by Streamsong
  short furred blue classic tabby w/ low white; brown eyes
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots

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[SUNSPARK]

"Ew, is the den leaking again?" Maybe Again is generous, considering the last time Sunpaw remembered, the den had leaked before the flood. And then after the flood, well, maybe it wasn't fair to be so harsh on their job of rebuilding the entire den. The whole Clan had been quite busy. "We need to fix that before it gets worst," she grumbles in conclusion, though maybe she should feel for Heronpaw, who she glances at from the corner of her eyes. She'd hate to be the end of the reed stick that got soaked all night.

Merlinpaw speaks up to answer Heronpaw's question first and Sunpaw nods. I'm going to go grab some extra reeds to try and help you fix that hole," Sunpaw says. They're probably more than capable of helping Heronpaw find a new nest, even though he's a newer apprentice. She's pretty sure Merlinpaw is aware of who's sleeping where at this point. "You might not need to get a new spot at all."​

 

[HERONPAW !]

Monotone and answered simply. It was almost a matter of fact.
Had he interrupted something? Or was it a stupid question?
Heronpaw's fur heated around his face as his ears were set ablaze. Perhaps it was a stupid question, yet it was just days prior when he'd moved into the apprentices' den. Ice eyes blinked slowly at the warm hues of brown before he nodded curtly in thanks. The tomcat tilted his head up slightly as he returned his attention back to the roof. There it was. A hole where the bright daylight was stabbing through and illuminating the spot he'd laid awake the night before. It still looked damp. Another voice peeped up as he was staring at the shameless opening.

Sunpaw.
She was bright and boisterous like her namesake. An opposite to the other apprentice in front of him, Merlinpaw, who'd seemed more quiet. They were collected. Neither had talked to him much though he had been only just a kit days ago.

The blue pointed tom turned his head to look at the brightly hued she-cat who was still speaking. The hole needed patching and it seemed they were on the same side of the river. Nodding slowly, "I would really appreciate the help." He rumbles as a smile tips the corners of his mouth upward. Turning away from his spot within the den, he started to pad towards the entrance to help collect reeds and moss. Chirping in a soft puff of laughter, "Ya'know, that spot was a good one before it got soaked."

I HAVE TRIED OTHER THINGS ( BUT NOTHING CAN CAPTURE THE STING ) 𓆝･ﾟ:

• ooc.
• HERONPAW —— apprentice of riverclan . mentored by tba . turtletuft x troutsplash
  ✦ penned by DROID
  ✦ male . he/him . six moons . ages every 19ᵗʰ
  ✦ single . bisexual demiromantic . monogamist . open to petty crushes, short romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted . tag account when attacking
  —— no combat experience or training, very easy to beat
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacks, all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — toyhouse — spotify
  ✦ message junkyard.droid on discord for plots or go to 'droids-junkyard' in the riverclan server
  
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  a longhaired blue lynx point with low white and blue eyes. a feathery soft, longhaired, and thick furred tomcat of beautiful blue pigments. eyes a bright electrifying blue. strong and sturdy legs held by white webbed paws dimpled with pink pads. fangs peek out from under his lips due to their curious length. well cared for fur is attached to lean, hard packed newly earned muscle. an unconventional teenage heartthrob followed by a thick air of fresh apprentice confidence.

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[brindlepaw]

brindlekit wasn't exactly sure why heronpaw had become an apprentice before her. maybe just because they knew how old he was definitively. or maybe lichenstar thought something was wrong with her. from the looks she usually received after speaking, she had begun to figure out that maybe she wasn't acting normal. she should try harder. "well, gee, i hope it's fixed before i get in there!" she mewed. a little too bright. a little too aggressively cheerful. tone it down, brindle.

she cleared her throat. "that would be, um, unfortunate..." she trailed off. what was she doing wrong? why did it all come out... weird?

BUT ITS LIKE YOURE ✹ . + 　 ˚ 　 · MADE OF ANGEL DUST

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  abandond kit, brindlekit found mysteriously on the border of riverclan, with no memory of how she ended up there. she is 6 moons. she is very small for her age, but is healthy. she is a dilute tortoiseshell with a white throat and chest. her stomach, paws and tail tip are also white. her eyes are golden and round. penned by Twitchtail, ✦

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