camp NEVER WAKE UP [ nightmare + rta ]

[antlerbreeze]

(tw for bloodshed and abuse mentions)

Blood is a thing that has haunted Antlerpaw from a young age. Her own mother's claws shredding the sensitive flesh over her eyes, all for speaking out against her. Doe had been seriously wounded that night- and it was unlike much other instances she had seen. None of the queens in camp had ever treated their kits like that. Antlerpaw seriously doubted any of them would go on a mad dash to attack and kill their daughter.

Her body twisted and trembled now, midsleep. She was growing close to being twelve moons old, and yet she was still having these dreams, no, nightmares, that beckoned her into terror. Eyes shifted and snapped open suddenly, a scream caught in her throat. Paws flew to press against her eyes, rubbing against the scars that ached with older pains. Moments later she was leaving her nest near Doepaw and Fallowpaw both, carefully stepping amongst resting pelts as she slipped out into the early, early morning.

Twilight had just turned to dawn, the very small breaking of sunlight over the horizon illuminating those menacing clouds still hanging over the moon. Ears flattened against her head, staring up at the gray in the sky. The frown she had worn back from the cut-short gathering was still on her face, and as she shifted into the ravine, vision was still tipped upwards. While it was distracting, she still felt tremors of fear skip through her.

Sitting down, she pressed back against the ravine wall, sliding her eyes shut and trying to recenter herself.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── SHE SAW IT IN MY EYES ⋅❁⋅ SHE DIDNT EVEN CRY ──┐‎

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  // this is a semi-rta! antlerpaw is still going to be casual, but she'll be around
  // this is the night of the gathering, after they've returned
  

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• ANTLERPAW she/her, apprentice of thunderclan, ten moons.
  ⭃ LH cinnamon lynx sepia with low white. smaller body, agile and slippery, fits really well in small gaps in the underbrush. soft spoken but strong and determined.
  ⭃ mentored by howlingstar / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after no one / / sibling to fallowpaw and doepaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Flamestar]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Many moons had passed since she had helped chase Baying Hound out of the territory. She could remember the day like it was yesterday. Fallowpaw returning to Thunderclan, her littermates in tow. Their crazed mother turning on her own kits, resulting in her and Roeflame chasing the rogue all the way to the border. Besides Sootstar, she had never met another cat so deranged...turning on her own kits like that...Flamewhisker could never imagine ever causing harm to any kits, especially her own. Some nights she still dreamed of the incident on the border, sinking her teeth and claws into the molly. She had been so outraged that day...well, some nights she regretted allowing that rogue the option to leave the territory alive.

As she padded from the nursery, her jaws parted in a long, tired yawn. It seemed as if the kits woke up earlier with each passing day. She glanced in the direction of the apprentice's den, wondering if Sparrowpaw was awake yet. When he was a kit, he was always the first to rise. But when she didn't notice him right away, she scanned the ravine for anyone else who was awake. A cinnamon figure stood out to her, her back pressed against the camp's walls. The queen furrowed her brows, and began padding towards the apprentice. "Antlerpaw? Is everything alright?" she asked as she got closer to the she-cat.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── MY DARLING ⋅✩⋅ WHO KNEW ──┐‎

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• FLAMEWHISKER ✩ she/her, deputy of thunderclan, 32 moons, ages on the 20th
  ⭃ LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  ⭃ widowed mate to flycatcher / / mother to: falconheart, stormfeather, sparrowpaw, sunkit, mothkit, scorchedkit, and squirrelkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  ⭃ link to toyhouse
  ⭃ penned by Icey ! ↛ @icefang65 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[FALCONHEART]

𓍊𓋼 The tom rises for his morning duties earlier than many of his clanmates, partially out of a sense of duty and partially so he can finish his patrols early enough to return to his younger siblings before night falls. Recently he’s been preoccupied, but he’s trying to change that. He’s trying to be better, not only for his family but for himself. He’s about to head out on his first hunting patrol of the day, when he notices his mother approaching a form slumped against one of the ravine’s walls. It’s only when he steps closer than he realizes it’s Antlerpaw, with her scarred eyes squeezed tightly shut.

The girl seems upset, and Flamewhisker’s questioning only serves to make the tom’s concern grow stronger. Antlerpaw and her siblings have been through so much, he can’t help but feel pity for them all. Fallowpaw is… a special case, of course, due to its abrasive nature and its abrupt entrance into ThunderClan’s territory. But he still feels protective of all the siblings—he can’t imagine his own mother turning her claws against him. The thought makes him shudder involuntarily, and to calm himself he presses his shoulder against the ginger-striped deputy’s. His attention quickly flutters back to Antlerpaw, however, and he takes a careful step closer.

"Hey…" comes the tabby’s voice, floating gentle as down feathers through the cool morning air. He isn’t sure whether he should touch her or not, and so he hovers beside his mother for the time being. She’s dealt with the fallout of more of his nightmares than Falconheart can count. If anything, she’ll be a more comforting presence to the apprentice. "Are you hurt?" His concern is plain in both his face and voice—had more fighting broken out at the gathering, and she’d merely hidden her injuries well?

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 take the world by storm

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  FALCONHEART ❯❯ he/him, thunderclan warrior
  ⭃ shorter than average cream tabby with white spotting. seems gloomy and has few friends, but is a hard worker and never neglects his duties.
  ⭃ son of flamewhisker and flycatcher ; brother to stormfeather, scorchedkit, mothkit, sunkit, squirrelkit, sparrowpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[THISTLEPAW]

Thistlepaw sleeps fitfully. It had been his curse since he was young, when death still hovered like a hawk to take him away. His mother would say at times that he had the fight of StarClan in him. That his rolling and shivering and mewling even through sweaty-pawed exhaustion was a sign that he was not so weak after all. It wasn't like Antlerpaw's. His mother was. . . kind. Soft with him as long as she could have been there. (Weak.) Even now that he was apprenticed and she could return to her duties, she would look at him with a gentle face as they parted ways. It scratched a wound deep inside of him. Picking at a scab. Tearing him open. But he didn't have nightmares. That's not what it was, when he jerked awake to the sensation of a cat stepping over the edge of his nest. Uncomprehending eyes pin upon the warm, blazing pelt, then narrow.

Irritation turns quickly to confusion. Their mentors had not come calling for them yet. Was she sneaking out? His own nest near the entrance is swiftly abandoned in favor of following the older apprentice. He wasn't the only one to have that idea. Flamewhisker and Flaconheart are both there. Good warriors, the deputy — surely a sign that he should leave it to them, but he hears Falconheart's question and scoffs under his breath before padding over. "She's not hurt," he clarifies impatiently. "You almost woke up the whole den." An exaggeration, most likely. Not everyone sleeps as lightly as he does. A current of worry seeps under his demand. Why aren't you okay? What do we do to fix it? There were no herbs for wounds to the mind. Not like there had been for his weak lungs.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 🙴 𝗕𝐎𝐍𝐄  ╱ 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑯 𝑰𝑻? ＜06.02＞ ⸙

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• 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐖. HE - HIM. YOUNG APPRENTICE OF THUNDERCLAN. ————— the son of an ex-kittypet has spent most of his life confined to the medicine den. bad circumstances and worse healing left him in a limbo between life and death which he only just escaped. he feels he must prove himself a great warrior so his clanmates will see him as anything more than a weak kittypet.  ╱ PENNED BY REVELATIONS
  
  
  
  a prickly-furred chocolate and slate cat with amber eyes. finally growing into his frame with moons of hard work and steady enough food, thistlepaw has taken a blocky, bulky shape with broad shoulders and densely muscled hindlimbs. his fur remains a tough-edged cloak, but now carries a well-groomed sheen despite how unruly it is.

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[antlerbreeze]

She was offered a few moments of silence before the deputy- the real one- spoke to her. Orange eyes opened, shifting towards Flamewhisker. A soft sigh left her, leaning back forward onto her paws. She tried to press a smile onto her face, but it twinged the scars on her cheek, so it fell awkwardly, ears lowering. "Y-yeah, I'm okay-" She tried to explain to her, but Falconheart was quick to approach.

She blinked, feeling a hint pressed into the wall, but as she tried to open her mouth to respond, Thistlepaw was quick to butt in. Eyes shifted towards him, and her ears lowered further, a soft sigh leaving her. "I'm sorry. I tried to leave quietly after..." She trailed off, vision flicking towards the mother-son pair in front of her. Her shoulders sagged, and when she spoke, her voice all but trembled.

"It was just a nightmare. I promise I'm okay." Antlerpaw clarified, pressing her paws together in front of her and tucking fluffed tail over them. She was trying to be a picture of being put together, but the lowered ears and avoidant eyes was not helping her case. They were all looking intently, as if they could fix or heal some part of her, but Fallowpaw and Doepaw could share the sentiment she held- that it wasn't going to go away. Not like that, not with herbs.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── SHE SAW IT IN MY EYES ⋅❁⋅ SHE DIDNT EVEN CRY ──┐‎

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• ANTLERPAW she/her, apprentice of thunderclan, ten moons.
  ⭃ LH cinnamon lynx sepia with low white. smaller body, agile and slippery, fits really well in small gaps in the underbrush. soft spoken but strong and determined.
  ⭃ mentored by howlingstar / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after no one / / sibling to fallowpaw and doepaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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