KEEP YOUR HEAD STRAIGHT - chores

[BURNSTORM]

TW; rotting food! he's cleaning out the prey pile

Burnpaw didn't mind doing the chores that were assigned to him, really. He wanted more than anything to prove that he was a loyal ThunderClanner, that he was willing to go above and beyond what other apprentices were willing to do, but when he had been tasked with cleaning out the prey pile, of taking anything that looked dubious out and discarding it so that no one got sick, his face had fallen. This was by far, in his opinion, the worst chore ever. Not only did it upset him to see prey that would not be filling anyone's bellies, to have to toss it away when he knew how badly they needed every scrap, but it was also just downright nasty. It happened, he gets it. Sometimes things sit at the bottom of the pile when there are a few things there and bugs pick at it and it goes bad, but still, it was never a good feeling. He would much rather be pulling ticks off the elders. That was a chore he actually enjoyed! Hearing their idle chit-chat was fun for him, and he felt like he could learn a lot from their stories, especially the ones who had lived through much harsher times back when the clans had not yet existed.

He pulls a particularly nasty mouse from the pile and makes a disgusted face, having to turn his head away from the stinking piece of meat in front of him. It takes everything in him not to gag. Yep, that one was bad alright. He places it away from the pile before turning his attention back to the rest of it, combing through for more with a disgruntled look on his face. Someone has to do it. He keeps reminding himself. It doesn't make it any better.
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[Flycatcher]

Flycatcher watched from a short distance away as Burnpaw got to work on clearing the fresh-kill pile. It wasn't the most pleasant of tasks but it was something that needed to be done. Of course, it was a shame to toss out prey, especially with ThunderClan prey as low as it was still but nobody would want to eat what was left at the bottom. It would taste terrible for a start and there was no telling if you would get sick from it or not.

After a little while, Dogspring approaches offering to help and Flycatcher himself pads over to say hello. "Looks like you two are doing a good job," He commends, looking at some of the discarded prey that's been tossed aside. "I am certain everyone's bellies will be relieved not to taste those rotting things."​

 

[freckleflame]

𓍊𓋼 ⠀ . ׁ ⠀ she had not yet been assigned crowfood duty. in a rare show of self control, she manages to keep her mouth shut and head low enough to skirt away with moss and nest duty. it was only a matter of time, and she bears the weight of that information as she watches burnpaw pluck slimy mice and vole from the very bottom of their pile. it’s all she can do not to pin her ears as the dark tom gags, lips pulling back in a sympathetic grimace, “ grody. “ she offers, unhelpfully, ‘ least she wouldn’t pull one of them out by accident now, she could feel the bitter rot on her tongue from the smell alone.

it’s sad to see the squirrel go, but dogspring offers to help and she is grateful it doesnt fall on her. she watched them hook a claw in its thin fur, feels her tummy rumble — but the stench of revealed rot is enough to keep her appetite at bay. maybe she could find wolfwind and convince her to take her hunting, she could find an even fatter squirrel to replace it! she sticks her tongue out, grins around it, “ you guys better get a bath quick ‘r shadowclan ‘ll think you’re one of them! “

— SUN - KISSED 𖤓 information visual

• FRECKLEPAW —————— cherry waves.
  f. she / her. apprentice of thunderclan, daughter of sunfreckle and rabbitnose. fluffy cream tabby / tortoiseshell chimera with seaglass eyes. her namesake shows shows himself in shades of vibrant ginger patches across her form, interwoven in mottled patches of red and black. unspecified maine coon heritage from sunfreckle’s side brings her to a size expected to rival her parents, with large, round paws and long, tabby - splotched limbs. as she grows, kittish fuzz has lengthened, leaving her bulk thick and fluffy, concealing the toned muscle beneath in swathes of red - orange.
  
  — lesbian, single. smells like warm stone and oak leaves.
  − six months, voiced by madeline peters as scootaloo.
  
  penned by antlers​
  
  
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[ROEFLAME .]

I TOLD YOU ONCE, I CAN'T DO THIS AGAIN​

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In all honesty, it’s the smell that brings Roepaw shuffling over, peering with both disgust and curiosity at the rancid prey Burnpaw was assigned to sort through, though when Flycatcher approaches, she quickly wipes her expression blank, not too keen on being assigned to do with her peer as a lesson on humility, or whatever her mentor would call it.
"You’re pretty brave for that, Burnpaw!" Roepaw chimes after Frecklepaw with an encouraging nod. Ever since Burnpaw had rescued her from the river, Roepaw had been making more of an effort to talk to him outside of their training, where they usually only had small but pleasant interactions.

"speech."​