camp melancholy summer // bantering

[SUNPAW.]

Sunpaw was no stranger to chores - particularly the more unpleasant of the ones given to the apprentices. Honestly, if anything, the other apprentices should be thanking her for taking on the less desired tasks. That would be a nice consolation prize. Especially when today was supposed to be a nice break from the monotony - supposed to be, until she had been paired with another apprentice.

"Hurry up, Owlpaw. You're being so slow," Sunpaw grumbles, just like that, her hopes of some time alone and an easy task dashed. "We're supposed to be collecting the shells, not playing with them." Even though it would be fun to do, the last thing she needed was to get blamed for them dilly-dallying collecting shells for the bottom of dens to be replaced. "What are you even doing?"

// please wait for Owlpaw!

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[owlpaw.]

It looked so ... Familiar, his bi coloured eyes trained on the shell, stopping mid tracks to admire. And for a moment, he didn't even hear the molly speak to him. Back tracked to the time his mother brought a shell to him, back to when he was small. Besides her voice and smell, it's the only memory he clung to his entire life. He was a mere kit, he didn't deserve her taken from him so soon.

What are you even doing?

Her voice snapped him out of the trance, chocolate and silver head shaking free of the memory to slowly pick it up. "I'm keeping this one, that's what." He retorts curtly, setting it in a different pile from the others, flicking an ear in annoyance.

"You talk a lot," he commented with a snicker, picking up another shell to set in the original pile.

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[SUNPAW.]

She'd never say it out loud, but Owlpaw wasn't bad. A little weird, definitely more freindly than she would ever find herself being, but not bad. Even with that though, she didn't like waiting. And looking back to Owlpaw almost in a trance, she sighs at his response.

"You can't just keep them-" But it does get Sunpaw to stop, to hesitate as she turns back around. Well- maybe Owlpaw did find a cool shell. She'd be the judge of that, and she saunters over to observe it. It looks no different than any other shell, though it is maybe a little more pretty. "It's-"

Sunpaw's sentence stops there as Owlpaw snickers at her, and her eyes narrow. The moment he turns away to pick up another shell, she darts a paw out to the water nearby and flicks it his direction. "You talk more than me."
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[owlpaw.]

"Why not keep it?" His gaze flashes with a mix of confused expressions, turning his head back towards the molly only for water to be flicked towards him, splashing his face and fur.

Owlpaw definitely didn't think anything badly about Sunpaw either. He enjoyed messing with her as she was easy to annoy and get worked up. But this? He didn't expect her to act so low- waiting till his back was turned.

"You little-" he started, before attempting to gently leap at her towards the direction of the water. If he was lucky, he would land them both closer to the water or even in it, and he would be on top, victorious while she had her back in the edge of the water.
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[SUNPAW.]

Owlpaw looks genuinely confused and for a moment even Sunpaw pauses, ears flicking as she goes back over everything that's been said so far like there was anything at all to be confused by. "Uh... Because we're supposed to be collecting them for the Clan? Why do you want that one so badly, huh?"

It's only partly to distract from the fact she's got a pawful of water with Owlpaw's name on it, "Little what? Go ahead, finish that sentence Owlpaw!" she eggs on, there's a grin that spreads across Sunpaw's face at seeing the other apprentice riled up. "Or are you scare-" Owlpaw leaps and her words cut short as her muscles bunch and she anticipates.

Well, it's problem if she ends up in the water. And actually, she's curious to see where this'll go if she lets him, if she'd win. Down they go into the water, the cold water soaking into her fur and it's a momentary victory for Owlpaw as Sunpaw lands with her paws closer to her body. There's an intake of breath. "Ow, ow!" she cries, words sharp, her body starting to shift left as though to free herself. She knows Owlpaw has a good heart, so she's assuming even a fake cry will catch him off for a second. It's in that second that she digs her paw into the water, to fling another pawful into Owlpaw's face, and give him a good shove off too.

Because with Owlpaw, she's beginning to get the idea that maybe she can play around. Just a little bit. And maybe he wouldn't immediately go running to tattle. Her cries are still high, but her whiskers are twitching, struggling to contain a laugh."Oh no, don't hurt me, Owlpaw!"

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[owlpaw.]

He wasn't scared, he was far from it, laughter escaping him as he lands on her successfully. But his ears flatten as she breathes in, and starts crying out in pain. His paws come off of her, eyes filling with confusion. "Im- I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be too-" his apology was cut short as she attacked him again. Water dripped off of his face and whiskers, shaking his head free of the clinging liquid.

"Oh! You are a little fish brain!" He calls, as she yells about not hurting her. "I'll make you eat mud!" He threatens, placing a paw on her head as if he was actually going to make her eat it. "Don't call for the adults!" He hisses lightly between laughter. "You're the one that started this!"

Talk about really procrastinating their duties, the shells abandoned and forms wrestling instead. This was much more fun anyways.

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