camp not only you and me // showing off

[✧ Marmotbite.]

♢​♢ THE BEST MISTAKE YOU EVER MADE ♢♢​

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marmotpaw & 09 moons & female & she/her & windclan tunneler apprentice​

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When marm returns to camp, it is with a well-earned pep in her step, head held high. Every movement is an awkward, shuffling thing, but for good reason - the rabbit hanging from her jaws is about as big as her. It drags against the ground, leaving a trail through the dirt and grass, but really she can't be bothered to care. She ignores the offers of help her npc mentor gives, no, she wants to do this herself, slow-going though it may be. When she finally brushes past the camps entrance, mismatched gaze searches - she wants to show the blue one what she has done. The opinions of the others present arn't entirely unwelcome, but she has need for only one. It takes longer than she should, but she finally reaches the prey-pile, dropping her catch down with a loudly echoing thump. 'Well worth the effort spent', she thinks.

— it sounds so fuckin' beautiful when you say my name ♡

• Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
  ooc: she's looking for @Azaleafrost but no need to wait
  tw/cw: —
  
• — a shockingly tiny she-cat with pale blue and cream ticked tabby fur, save for a single patch covering her right eye that is brown instead, and mismatched green-orange eyes. she has heavy scarring along the entirety of her left side, from her face all the way down her chest, belly, and flank; which has been there since kithood. she is a twitchy little thing, known for her bad attitude and an unfortunate habit of biting when startled.
  
  — physically medium && mentally medium
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay not-allowed
  — please attack using [b][color=#9ab973]action here[/color][/b] and tag account

 

[RATTLEHEART]

It would've been difficult for Rattleheart to recall their first major catch, having achieved such a thing many moons before Marmotpaw was even born. However, they could still remember the pride that had warmed their chest that day, the very same pride that seemed echoed in Marm's face as she dropped her significant catch down on the prey pile. The tunneler shifted from where they had been grooming themself, approaching the apprentice with a friendly purr. "Wow Marmotpaw, that thing is bigger than some of us tunnelers. Nice work." There was a faint pang of envy in their chest that accompanied the praise, though. Not over Marmot's catch, but rather how the apprentice's mentor must have been feeling. They yearned for the opportunity to feel that same pride over a cat that they had taught to hunt and navigate the tunnels, an investment in Windclan's future that they could feel no guilt over.
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[ PENNED BY EO ]​

 

[Bluepool]

Bluepool was lounging near the prey pile when Marmotpaw sauntered in like she owned the star-damned moors, when she deposited her prey on top of the pile as if she alone was feeding the entirety of the clan. She cannot help but narrow her eyes at the other cat, but she does not comment on her prideful behavior. Besides, hadn't she ever been proud of a catch before? Hadn't she gone seeking praise from the others? It is unknown to her that there is, in fact, only one cat who Marmotpaw is seeking the attention of. How could she know? She is not a mind reader after all.

"Yes excellent catch" she says, echoing Rattleheart's praise, though her voice sounds, for the most part, uninterested and her eyes roam other parts of the camp, finally settling on an inspection of her paws rather than looking at who she was speaking to. She extends her toes apart so that she may look at the webbing between them and begins to pick sand out of them. The one downside of where they lived.
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[Mouseflight]

Though Mousepaw can't help but agree that the catch was impressive - not only was Marmotpaw an apprentice catching something like this, she was a tunneler and therefore was smaller than others her age - he couldn't help but wrinkle up his nose at the thought of eating the rabbit that had been caught, let alone some of the prey that it was now touching. It had been dragged through the dirt to get here, and although the animals that they ate already walked along the dirt, that was only their feet, and not whatever had been touching it now.

A soft humming noise came from the male's throat as he halfheartedly agreed with the two warriors that had given praise to the other before simply laying his head down to watch the interaction that he was sure would happen eventually. Despite the plenty of cats in WindClan that would be uninterested in this type of catch, he knew that there were plenty that would give their praise or try to strike up a conversation and fully mean it. The bubbly ones, the ones he liked to stay far away from.

OOC INTERACTIONS ✧.·:·.*

• [ooc]
• 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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[cottonsprig]

The bubbly ones, indeed. Cottonpaw is largely oblivious to the prideful display, lingering near her aunt whilst also grooming the muck from her fur. Perhaps if she becomes any bit more casually pessimistic, she would find distaste in her tunneling career, purely for the mud and grime caking her fur every outing. Thankfully, she's no rueful cat.

She pulls a clump of dirt from her back side just in time to see Marmotpaw drop the rabbit she caught. Rattleheart and Bluepool congratulate the other apprentice, but Mousepaw sort of just... mumbles. Cottonpaw can't help but chuckle under her breath, speaking a little louder to say, "Jealous you can't catch somethin' that big yet?" towards the calico. Her jests are often not well received, and admittedly Cottonpaw is slow to learning who takes them well, and who doesn't. "I bet that's the third that big that Marmotpaw's caught just this moon. Yeah, Marmotpaw?" she turns to rope the other tunneler into the discussion she inadvertently caused.​

 

[SEDGEPOUNCE]

Having just trotted up to Cottonpaw's side, Sedge takes pity on the tunneler apprentice and swipes a rough sandpaper tongue over the top of her head, smoothing down an unfortunate clump of fur that'd been sticking almost straight up in the air. Another time he might've just left it, wagering bets on how long she'd walk around with it unnoticed—but today he's feeling generous.

And it's from here that he gets a front row glance at Marmotpaw's whole display. He can't help but to snort a little—she does look kind of ridiculous, dragging that rabbit around like a puppy with a blanket, nose pointed straight up in the air so the thing doesn't catch under her paws—though it's not a bad thing, and Sedgepaw's amusement holds no malice. "Naw, it's gotta be her tenth catch at least," he adds good-naturedly, smiling. His tail waves in an arc behind him. "Who's that one for, Marmotpaw? It'll keep 'em fed for a moon!"​

 

[SOOTSPOT]

Drifting closer to his siblings, Sootspot cast his attention onto the large rabbit dangling from the apprentice's mouth, his fur still tussled from an interrupted session of grooming. Angling his body to best hide the half-knots from the group, the two-toned tom offered an authentic smile. That was, until he saw the creature drop it and saw her expression twist about so smugly (was he projecting?) that it left his own straining to remain polite. "An excellent catch," he bowed his head with a reluctance that suggested he didn't want to boost the Tunneler Apprentice's ego any further, a long time had passed since praise had reached his grey-tipped ears and offering it to someone else felt like ripping away the last chances he had to make his mother proud. Others brag on Marmotpaw's behalf and he tried not to let his annoyance show, moving back just a few paces, disengaging from the conversation like a ghost before another apprentice asked a question. As the tide is drawn to the banks, so is Sootspot back to the conversation. "For our gracious warriors, to keep up their strength, I presume," he replied to Sedgepaw, cocking a black-tipped brow towards Marmotpaw expectantly.


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[Azaleafrost]

It was always impressive to see a cat so small carry back a rabbit that was nearly bigger than them. She wondered how difficult it was for the smaller cats. She knows rabbits can be dangerous in their own way, with those legs and all. But they must not be too bad, because every day windclan hunts rabbits and everything is fine. She watches Marmotpaw bring back a rabbit that was just about as big as her. She feels something stir, at that moment.

Something inside her chest. Something that makes the tip of her tail twitch. Plenty of cats come back with rabbits and yet there's something about Marmotpaw that makes her feel funny.

She cannot, for the life of her, figure out what she feels.

"That's a good catch." She says. "You're a really good hunter." She adds, forcing her eyes to look at her and not keep glancing away.

Why does she feel funny inside. ​

 

[✧ Marmotbite.]

♢​♢ THE BEST MISTAKE YOU EVER MADE ♢♢​

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marmotpaw & 09 moons & female & she/her & windclan tunneler apprentice​

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One ater another, it seems her clanmates attention turns upon her - something the girl isn't quite sure she likes. Certainly, she'd been hoping to catch her blue one's attention, but... now there are more; more eyes watching her, more voices turned her way. Tail flicks anxiously, body tensing up. The first few are easy enough to ignore, the adults simply showering praise upon her - she doesn't care. But then sootstars child speaks - cottonpaw, she thinks, surprised she even remembers the others name, and the words that fall from her lips have her eyes widening. And then another pipes up, this one black-and-white, adding to the number.

It's not quite the truth - usually her catches are a bit smaller, more suited to her size... but- she's here, and she doesn't want to be embarrassed. And so where she usually wouldn't agree to such a foolish lie, she nods. And then, he asks - but she has no time to respond, because her blue one speaks, and marmotpaw's body turns to watch her, whiskers quivering. 'You're a really good hunter.' - and oh how she preens, mismatched gaze glowing. "D'ya want it?" she offers quietly, her voice a bit more ragged than she'll ever admit. "There's plenty," 'and I caught it for you' goes left unsaid, because she is not ready, not good enough. She wants to grow stronger, be better, before she ever lets this twisting, churning feeling see the light of day.

— it sounds so fuckin' beautiful when you say my name ♡

• Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
  ooc: —
  tw/cw: —
  
• 
  — a shockingly tiny she-cat with pale blue and cream ticked tabby fur, save for a single patch covering her right eye that is brown instead, and mismatched green-orange eyes. she has heavy scarring along the entirety of her left side, from her face all the way down her chest, belly, and flank; which has been there since kithood. she is a twitchy little thing, known for her bad attitude and an unfortunate habit of biting when startled.
  
  — physically medium && mentally medium
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay not-allowed
  — please attack using [b][color=#9ab973]action here[/color][/b] and tag account

 

[VENOMSTRIKE]

( ) Admittedly, it's an amusing sight to see... A small apprentice bringing forth a rabbit that was just about her size if not more, the large moor runner making his way over with attentive yellow gaze before slipping up next to his dear friend, Rattleheart, he would listen to the warriors start to praise Marmotpaw for her catch and would silently offer a nod. Cottonpaw and Sedgepaw start making little jokes that amuses Venomstrike as he sits down deciding to remain quiet until he sees Azaleafrost approach who praised Marmotpaw as well.

His ears twitching as he watched the two of them interact, Venomstrike's head tilting to the side and watched as the tunneler apprentice offered the rabbit to the warrior. Of course, he says nothing at first but eventually does find his voice "Great catch, Marmotpaw." He hopes he isn't intruding on anything by just being there. ​

( ME GUSTA LA MAÑANA; ME GUSTAS TÚ )

 

[REDHEART]

Like a tiny shadow, Redkit appeared not long after Venomstrike had settled onto his haunches. The small figure bounded alongside the hulking warrior, tail held high and bristling with excitement as the scent of food kindled a low rumble in their stomach. Emerald eyes widened with astonishment at the sheer size of the rabbit before them. In comparison, it was large even to Marmotbite, and in relation to Redkit's own frame, the creature appeared positively gargantuan.

"Wow.." A hushed murmur escaped their lips, laced with awe as they gazed upon the impressive catch. Standing next to Venomstrike's smoky pelt, Redkit's burgundy coat stood out vividly, a stark contrast against the other tom's fur. The heady aroma of the fresh kill was almost overwhelming, threatening to unearth their usually shy demeanor. They opted for a series of energetic hops on each paw, an attempt to channel the surge of energy coursing through them.

Venomstrike's deep voice cut through the air, a welcome distraction for the young kit. A swift lift of their gaze revealed the underside of the Windclanner's gray chin as he meowed on. Recognition blossomed, and Redkit hurriedly chimed in, voice chipper, "Yeah, it's really big! Good job!" A glint of delight gleamed in their eyes, yet Redkit maintained a modicum of restraint in the presence of their elder clanmates. ​