pafp Me and my buddy // pranks

milkthorn.

milkthorn.

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@Thriftpaw - Wait till thread is said to be open please! //

also kinda rushed dnndnd//

He didn't get along with others, seen as a pest. A troublemaker. But, he had been doing better, despite the fact it was absolutely boring to not be able to have that fun surge, and screw with others. He spent grueling days training repetitive motions, and just felt alone.

He wanted those friendships, but most seemed to look down on him, and he really didn't expect any less. Why should he expect others to want to make a friendship with him?

But he longed for that feeling to talk and interact with others, so he was very blunt when it came to sighting the golden apprentice. Icey gaze would meet the green gaze, and he would give the apprentice a grin. "Thriftpaw! You wanna do something fun?"
 
In the nebulous before his life in WindClan, Thriftpaw hadn’t spent much time around other kits his age. He had been the only kit in his litter, and then it had just been him and his mother until it had abruptly become him and Ghostwail, and then him and WindClan. He’s awkward around his peers — nervous. Don’t they see how nervous he is?

It isn’t a surprise when Milkpaw approaches Thriftpaw, but his rabbit-heart speeds regardless. WindClan still tries to talk to him, and Thriftpaw still tries to talk to them.

“Fun?” Thriftpaw echoes, as if the word is unfamiliar to him. He grimaces at his own uncertainty and then, catching himself, (Be approachable!) Thriftpaw forces himself to perk, “Of course! We can — ah — we can do what you want to do? What do you want to do?”​
WINDCLAN APPRENTICE ✦ GOLDEN TABBY TOM ✦ 5 MOONS​
 
Milkpaw had a family. But they weren't close. They didn't talk to him, they focused on their daughter. She was the goody two shoes suck up, and because she did everything they wanted her to do, she got their love.

He wished he could say it didn't bother him anymore, wish he could say he was used to it. But he envied her.

Milkpaw was surprised he was willing, but thriftpaw was a newer face, probably not caught up on the rumours... Or perhaps just friendly? He didn't know. But the tom seemed to hesitate on the word fun. His head tilted, torn ears staying perked.

"I was thinking about pranking someone, like, putting spiders in someone's nest... or... hmm, I don't know. Maybe we could team up and spar other apprentices? But I'm not great at that," he admitted sheepishly. "Not yet! I'm gonna get there one day!"
 
"Only Spiders? How disappointing," she purrs as she creeps up behind the pair. Spiders in someone's nests was not a bad prank, but she would say they could've been more devious. In her younger moons she was known to be quite troublesome. It was her sister Scorchstreak who would have to reel her back in. Whether that was sparring with her or reprimanding her, which the latter she didn't quite listen too much to. However, she did grin at Milkpaw and Thriftpaw at the mention of sparring. Sparring was where she felt the most alive and she craved a nice little spar. "Why not fight me? Both of you can go all out, or as much as you're willing. You won't get any better if you don't practice." Perhaps it was daunting to spar with a warrior especially an older warrior who had more experience, but her words held truth. How would Milkpaw expect to best other apprentices if he didn't practice? Some failure was required to grow, which meant moments of shame would happen.​
 



Pranks among the apprentices were all good and fun. She herself had been the source of many a prank in her youth, mostly against cats her own age which, in her opinion, is how it should be. If the apprentices before her now even thought of pranking her or another warrior she would send Milkpaw straight back to the nursery (again) and she would condemn Thriftpaw to a moon of combing the elders for ticks.

From her spot lazing about in the sun, legs sprawled out in front and behind her in the sand, she can hear the words of the small group. A spar? Now that has her attention. "Fighting two apprentice's at once?" she says, her voice teasing "That is a very brave offer Rabbitclaw." she would have pitted the two apprentices against each other, personally, but perhaps Rabbitclaw was, like her, looking for a bit of entertainment.

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None of Milkpaw's ideas sound fun to Thriftpaw. He doesn't let the disappointment show — this isn't actually about Thriftpaw having fun, this is about managing whatever Milkpaw wants from Thriftpaw and then sending him on his way. He has to imagine that his peers hate the idea of their nests being touched as much as Thriftpaw himself hates it, and the very thought of a real spar makes his stuttering heart clench. Thriftpaw smiles as genuinely as he can manage and he doesn't let his ears twitch.

Whatever Thriftpaw was about to agree too, both, he imagines, is prevented by Rabbitclaw and Bluepool. Thriftpaw stiffens and watches the two older cats with the same wariness of a parched flower must feel for the clear sky.

"Both of Milkpaw's ideas were good," Thriftpaw says to Rabbitclaw as if it were a gentle correction. He knows the sting of disappointing someone.​
WINDCLAN APPRENTICE ✦ GOLDEN TABBY TOM ✦ 5 MOONS​
 
Thriftpaw and Milkpaw were quite the pair: Badgermoon felt a flicker of unease at the thought of what types of behavior the troublemaking rosetted tom could induce in the mild-mannered golden tabby. From where he was hunched over, crunching his way through the hind leg of a rabbit, he watched as Rabbitclaw approached the scheming youth with an idea of her own: a two-on-one spar. Fighting multiple opponents at the same time was a daunting prospect in most circumstances, but an experienced warrior facing off against two apprentices felt like a fair match. If nothing else, it promised to be amusing - though Thriftpaw didn't seem to appreciate the idea much. "Putting spiders in a cat's nest seems like an excellent way to end up on tick duty for the day. Or get cuffed in the ear." Or something even worse, depending on whose nest got spider-fied. "But don't let me tell you how to have fun."​
 
❀​❀ I FEEL SCARED AND I'M STARTING TO SINK ❀❀​
periwinklebreeze | 12 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically medium (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff
"... or c-clean both the n-n-nursery and elders d-d-den for a week," peri adds after badgermoons words, his voice hushed and bitter. Not that he'd mind such a sight - at least then he'd feel gratified that it wasn't just him, wasn't just his lackluster bloodline that had left him with such a harsh punishment for their prank gone wrong upon firefang. That it wasn't just one of sootstars favored getting their way - again. He hovers like a shadow upon the sidelines, unwilling to participate any more than this - only watch.

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"You should move all the nests a little bit to the left." It wasn't his best work, but it was the best Mousepaw could offer the other two apprentices while there were warriors around, especially ones that were talking about tick duty and cleaning the nursery. Mousepaw didn't actually want in on the potential pranks, but he was fine with offering ideas and hopefully seeing them happen, there wasn't much joy for the young tom in pranking others, especially when there were so many that knew about it. He didn't like the idea of spiders around camp since they could end up in everyone's nests, and sparring seemed too much like training. A prank was supposed to be fun.
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  • windclan (sootstar) loyalist
    dirty fighter/will aim to kill
    will bully anyone (some more than others)

    likely to attack first
    powerplay peaceful actions okay
    ping if needed in a thread
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    8 months old
    ftm calico -- he/him
    tunneler apprentice

    large ears
    always looks grumpy
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"C'mon, discussing your plans in broad daylight?" calls Sedgepaw as he scratches at his ear, lounging in a patch of shade nearby. There's a bored and sighing quality to his voice—the tone of an expert disillusioned with the failed attempts of the layman. Pestering each other in the middle of camp, spitting out ideas without even the decency to whisper. No wonder Milk and Thriftpaw drew in such a crowd! It's like they weren't even trying.

Sedgepaw used to put bugs in his brother's nest all the time. However, he was a master of discretion, and with a lack of definitive evidence meant a lack of punishment. Sedgepaw 1, Hawkswoop 0.

"Amateurs," he decides, lifting a paw to idly scrutinize his claws.​
 
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"Gah, I don't want either of us getting in trouble. Others help themselves to private conversations," Milkpaw joked with an uneasy chuckle as warriors approached threatening the punishments that could occur over a prank. "Thriftpaw, would you wanna fight Rabbitclaw with me? Maybe Sedgepaw and Mousepaw can join us versus the warriors?" he offered the idea, a smile on his face.

He made a mental note however to try and do pranks with Sedgepaw one day instead. Thriftpaw didn't seem... excited, and that was totally fine. There was nothing wrong with saying no though, he thought. ​
 
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