camp Neverending... ￫ Intro

[Sunnybite!]

☀︎ If there was one thing Sunnybite liked doing, it was talking. She would talk to anyone who would listen (or were unfortunate enough to be within earshot) and could talk for an entire day if she wanted to. From one topic to another, describing the same stories over and over, dropping random facts about herself, Sunnybite can talk about anything and everything.

And so, that was what she would do.

Sitting in the camp, Sunnybite's eyes were shining brightly as she went on another tangent about whatever came to mind. While she wasn't talking to anyone in particular, her voice carried loud enough to be heard by many people surrounding her chosen spot. Her tail was waving back and forth over the ground, a clear sign of the energy coursing through her. Everyone who just so happened to be unlucky enough to be around Sunnybite could easily tell one thing: she had just woken up from a nap, and she was wired. Thus calls for a multi-hour long yap session until she either got tired again, had something to distract her, or was told to shut up. But that last one would be rather rude, wouldn't it? She's just talking... a lot. Very loudly.

"Oh, oh! I love rabbits. They're so cute, and they hop a lot. I can hop a lot too! It's really fun. Sometimes I like to hop around and pretend I'm like them! Oh, but I wouldn't want to get hunted and eaten... but they're real yummy too. Aw man, I'm hungry. Maybe I could go hunting... oh, but it'd be even more fun to just run around! Though hunting is really fun too. Do you like hunting? It's real fun when you get to chase the prey around. I like running. Maybe I could just run around. My legs are aching to run. Ah, but food... but running... maybe hunting then running? Or I could run then hunt so it's like a reward! What do you think? I like hunting and running but I want to hunt but I want to just run around but I'm hungry but, oh, I can't decide! Decisions are hard, I don't like making decisions. Do you like making decisions? It's real hard for me to choose between one or the other. So many different possibilities!" Sunnybite endlessly spoke, hardly letting anyone get a word in (even if they wanted to) as she continued spewing every tiny thought she had in her head. Does she know who she's asking any of the questions to? No. Does she expect an answer? No, she already forgot every question she asked. But is she still yapping to literally any poor Clanmate that will listen? Absolutely! It was a wonder how she wasn't out of breath from talking so much yet. ​

ooc ￫ my little sun.

• ooc ￫ @RATTLEHEART @slateheart @GRAVELSNAP @Periwinklebreeze. tagging those who showed interest in the plotting channel! Open to anyone who wants to witness the yap session :3
  
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  Sunnybite! / Tags
  ￫ WindClan Moor Runner
  ￫ Cisgender Female (she/her)
  ￫ Seventeen moons
  ￫ No apprentice
  ￫ Text. "Speech." Thoughts.
  ╰┈➤ penned by caninebleu

 

[PINKSHINE]

Luckily for Sunnybite, Pinkpaw also liked to talk! And the weirdest thing is, a lot of the cats Pinkpaw talked to post often actually didn't talk a whole lot, like Scorchstreak and Featherspine. They totally could talk a lot, but she doesn't think they necessarily like to. It's a precious thing to cherish, when she comes across cats like Sunnybite and Celandinepaw who like to talk just as much as she does! Sometimes, she needs the brain exercise! Pinkpaw takes mental notes of all the things Sunnybite says, so once she's done, she has a rebuttal ready! Well, not rebuttal. That made it sound like they're fighting.

" Everyone loves rabbits, Sunnybite! " she reminds her. " I like hopping, too! " Sometimes she does't do it, cause, like, she's almost a warrior! And warriors don't hop... but what if it's fun? And what if she's just a trendsetter? " Hunting's okay. I like eating more, though. Does being a moor - runner make you want to run? Or does wanting to run make you a moor - runner? Probably neither, huh? " because she liked running too sometimes but here she was, still a tunneler! " But hey, hunting for moor - runners is just running, isn't it? Why would you guys moor - run at all if it wasn't! Just go hunt something, and you can hunt, run, and eat right after! If you can find anything, anyways... " Since the fire, most prey was underground now, which is really sad for Sunnybite... Well, it was really sad for all of them, but definitely Sunnybite.​

 

[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — With all that had happened in Windclan as of late, one could be forgiven for thinking Sunnybite's chatter would be unwelcome, to put it nicely. Or even a damned nuisance, to put it more harshly. Thankfully, Rattleheart found that he didn't see it quite the same way. After becoming used to the mostly quiet din of the nursery - only occasionally interrupted by the squeals and chatter of older kits - it was actually a bit of a relief to hear her babble. Not only for the sake of variety, but also because Sunnybite's non-stop talking blocked out the worn down thoughts that had been plaguing him as of late.

It seemed as though the spectre of death was hanging over Windclan these days, and Rattleheart was more than eager to shut it out. If only for a little while, as Sunnybite's constant prompting went in one ear and out the other. The queen didn't even bother trying to answer the younger warrior's queries, knowing he wouldn't be able to get a word in edgewise. Not after his first attempt had only gotten as far as I before she was continuing on.

Without any pressure to speak up himself, he was instead perfectly happy just curling his tail around his paws nearby, taking in the feeling of the sun on his back while he could. While he loved being in the nursery with his kits, he couldn't deny the claustrophobia that occasionally came with being cooped up for days on end. Though the cheerful tone of Pinkpaw piping up from nearby certainly reminded him of the nursery, her own chattering not unlike one of the kits. He was honestly amazed she had kept the habit after being apprenticed to Scorchstreak, figuring eventually his sister would grow so fed up she'd make sure Pinkpaw had a piece of prey in her jaws at all times.

The mental image prompted a light chuckle from the back of his throat, looking between both Sunnybite and Pinkpaw before leaning over towards one of the other Windclanners nearby. "Do you suppose between the two of them we'll ever be able to get a word in? I think maybe they could just keep going on forever..." The tone of Rattleheart's words was full of good humor, making it clear that he wasn't truthfully annoyed by the fact that his input would no doubt be drowned out by those already speaking. Instead he could just enjoy the moment, laughing alpngside his clanmates in a rare moment of peace.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 52 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[GRAVELSNAP]

➴➴ Unlike Sunnybite, Gravelsnap is not much of a talker. He does not see the point in engaging in useless conversation, such as talking about how much rabbits hop. Then she shifts to hunting, then running—and then Gravelsnap begins to tune her out entirely, though they don’t mind her chattering too much. The way they see it, the talkative she-cat should count herself lucky that Gravelsnap is so patient. They may not have much to add to the conversation, nor do they wish to pitch in, but they are… kind of enjoying listening to the other warrior talk about whatever topic her mind wanders to. Her eager droning is somewhat comforting as background noise, at least. And then Pinkpaw joins in, making it a conversation rather than an endless monologue.

At his side, Rattleheart leans in to ask whether he thinks either of them will let anyone else get a word in. Gravelsnap agrees with the older tom—the two of them could go on forever. It seems that sun could fall from the sky, and they would still be talking and talking and talking. "It’s alright," they say, their voice dropping to the faintest of murmurs. "Let them talk. They’ll entertain one another for a while yet." Amusement paints their expression in shades of black and white, and they settle onto their haunches to continue listening to the duo in silence.

➼ maybe i’ve done enough

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  GRAVELSNAP ❯❯ they/he, moor runner of windclan
  ⭃ average-sized black and white warrior who seems smaller than he is. speaks rarely and quietly.
  ⭃ sibling to slateheart
  ⭃ mentoring sheeppaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[ROWANPAW]

〔✦〕Having just recently returned from an outing with their new mentor, Webthorn, they found themselves fixated on grooming their fur. For minutes they rasped their tongue over their patchy ginger pelt repeatedly, ensuring that dust and grassy bits were removed. Now that they had begun their tunneler training, dirt clung to them much more frequently. They didn't appreciate the feeling of being unclean, but they would have to get used to it sooner or later.

Voices fill the area around them, though they pay little mind to them until they hear the same cats talking back and forth for long bouts of time. They slowly raised their head, heterochromatic eyes flicking up toward Pinkpaw and Sunnybite. They were weaving their way from topic to topic seamlessly, like they never ran out of things to say. It was a foreign concept to the reserved apprentice, who more so appreciated listening and observing rather than vocalizing their thoughts. "I never knew cats could talk so much." The chimera remarks to the other WindClanners, unenthused.

let me walk to the top ( of the big night sky ) //

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• ROWANPAW —— apprentice of windclan , mentored by webthorn ✦ penned by beatles
  ✦ afab demigirl / they/she pronouns / 7 moons & ages every 17th
  ✦ single / graysexual & monogamous
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— easy combat difficulty / may start fights, won't kill
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are ic
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a shorthaired black/tortoiseshell chimera with heterochromia. a lithe, slightly muscular cat with a smaller-than-average build. a direct line splits their face, as if mirroring an inner battle of identity and belonging. a serious expression usually graces their face, and their amber and blue gaze is always sharpened.

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[brokenpaw ♠]

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Brokenkit had never met someone that could talk more than Pinkpaw of all cats. Then again, he hadn't met much of his Clan at all, not more than just their names anyway. He had been tucked away into the gorse as he usually was, watching in silence, but it was hard to pay attention to anyone else aside from Sunnybite and the apprentice.

Yapyapyapyap! Yapyap, yapyapyap. Yapppyapyappyapyap. Was all he could hear.

ENDURANCE - SUCCESS

COMPOSURE - FAILURE

Brokenkit sighed dramatically while he peeled himself from the coverage and marched right up to Gravelsnap, who he decided had the most authority in this moment. (Ignoring Rattleheart was a lead warrior, that didn't count as queen) "Stop it." The boy rasped his command as his ears remained flat.

♠ i swear to god, i did what i could ———— ♠ i practically begged you

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  Brokenkit
  —⊰⋅ kit of windclan | 4 months
  —⊰⋅ he/him
  —⊰⋅ mintshade x gracklestep
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ sh solid black tom with yellow eyes
  

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

PLAY US LIKE PAWNS AND RELENTLESSLY CONFINE
INTO LIVING UP TO GENDER ROLES AND HAVING ABSENT MINDS ​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 23 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan queen ​

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Quite frankly, Sunnybite speaks far to quickly for Periwinklebreeze to ever get a word in edgewise - not that he really minds, truthfully always content to simply listen to those around him as they chat away. But with speech as slow and disrupted as his, there's really no reason to even try - it will only end in failure, won't it? Still, eyes gleam in fondness as he nods along - because fast-paced though the conversation might start, it's one he still finds entertaining.

'He likes rabbits, but hare is better - and he's never tried hopping. Running is fun - but hunting will always be Peri's first choice of activity. Decisions are hard, but now that he's been a lead warrior they seem to get easier. ' He thinks these thoughts to himself, even if he abstains from answering her questions out loud.

Unlike him, it seems pinkpaw has no problem keeping pace - and he can't help but giggle at rattlehearts words. Truthfully, he doesn't mind - the cheerful energy the two give off is plenty enough to keep him content and entertained, but he supposes it might be nice to be given a moment to say something (anything really). Jaws part to say as much, only for Gravelsnaps voice to render the queen silent once more. Should he... say something?

And then brokenkit marches right up to the two, and tells them to stop. Periwinklebreeze really can't help it, as he laughs - loudly this time, a light thing, warm and full of life. He's not sure whta's so funny about it really, but something about the sight of black pelted kitten toddling up so- so confidently, and telling the two chatterbox's to shut up has him in hysterics. It's just - it's funny, isn't it?

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Don't you think it's funny how they tell us how to live?​

Don't you think it's funny how we're all delinquent kids?​

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[CELANDINEPAW]

Cats of the wild tended to keep their words close to their breath, as though quiet verses and prayers were held as a chaplet, strung in the spaces of silence. Talking more with exchanged glances and slight movements than any sort of speech, the former mouser often found frustration welling up at times. Those of the Horseplace seemed liberal in their words, as though they hadn't a trouble of them running out quickly enough, from comments to commands barked out. Celandinepaw considered it a boon that Sunnybite was not as reserved, chords laced in unfettered light and uninterrupted birdsong. The only other similarly-disposed cat that Celandine had met was Pinkpaw... but even she was a one-in-a-million within those of the moors. "You hop around like a rabbit?" The spotted tabby giggled as she approached the rapid-fire yapping of the calico, head tilted like a strand of a knot, dangling though not entirely flopped to the side. She trotted up to the crowd, even amongst the hushed brood that judged the two for long-winded conversations. "Is that a new moor-runner tactic or something? Maybe you should try hunting and running and eating all at the same time. Though, I dunno what that'd look like. Can cats even eat while they run? How would you hold the prey up? Maybe you should throw it up in the air and quickly take a bite while you run around the moors?" Incessant questions flooded from the molly's mouth.

𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘚 𝘚𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘋𝘈𝘙𝘒 .° ✿ °. 𝘐 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘚𝘌𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘙𝘠 𝘐𝘚 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖 𝘈𝘙𝘊

• Retro to the Gathering & the Duskclan raid / the yappers convention has arrived...
  
• ( NOTE: Reference is a placeholder until a drawn reference can be supplied. Credit HERE )​
  
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  —— CELANDINEPAW / She/They/He / 9 Moons
  —— Moor Runner Apprentice of Windclan / Mentored by Dimmingsun
  —— A shorthaired golden spotted tabby with yellowish-green eyes. Somewhat pudgy, though lean and able to hold her ground in the wild.
  —— Extroverted and unafraid to speak their mind, she is a friendly and affable face in Windclan. Though ditzy and somewhat cowardly, she tries her best to help her clan.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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