camp ON THE PATH UNWINDING ✦ CASUAL

[SLATESNARL]

Slatesnarl sits near the leader's den, not as proud and intimidating as he once was but now reduced to an exhausted new father. Orangestar herself was undoubtedly drained from nursing her new litter, probably slumbering as the two newborns dozed off while drunk on warm milk. SkyClan had not seen much of Slatesnarl lately aside from quick trips from the den and attending to patrols, so his presence in the midst of camp was akin to witnessing a bear rouse from its long leafbare hibernation. He certainly looks like a bear too, pelt disheveled and eyes heavy and shoulders slouched.

The tattered Maine Coon stretches a deep yawn, eyes shutting blissfully for a few moments before peeling open again and glancing around drowsily. Slatesnarl should probably catch a nap himself, but the paternal urge to watch his family's den kept his brain awake... for now.

𝟒𝟐𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐉𝐈𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 ✹ . + ˚ · 𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐋-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐆𝐔𝐍

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  — slatesnarl / 43 moons / he/him
  — skyclan warrior & former lead warrior
  — mate to orangestar / father to tbn & tbn
  — lh solid black maine coon w/ rusting, amber eyes. scars litter his form but are prominently present on his face.
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[edenberry ?!]

The look of exhaustion that weighs on his face and shoulders is painfully familiar... they don't think they'd really noticed it on the queens they'd hung out with as an apprentice. They have a newfound respect for parenting. Though they are no radical fan of Slatesnarl, the emotional turmoil he has likely endured in the wake of what should be a moment of celebration is worth having sympathy for... so they wander closer, timid.

"It's okay to sleep if you're tired," they meow, offering a nervous smile, "I can always sit watch for you.. if you're worried." And he had plenty of reasons to be.

⟡₊ ⊹ i ll betray you like a man

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• -- edenberry / skyclan daylight warrior / any pronouns / 18 moons
  -- mostly white with black pinstripe and green eyes / scarred face and back
  -- color #728c69

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[SILVERSMOKE]

"Instead of keeping vigil, you should be in there." Edenberry's approach was soft, speculative - Silversmokes was not. All the spikes he thought he'd shed, on instinct, threatened to return for the black tom, as if believing that they were still the only way the maine coon knew how to communicate. He stepped closer, offering a hesitant nod to the white feline whom he kept a respectable distance away from.

His tail lashed incredulously, voice bordering on mothering. He didn't notice it and was all the more confident for it - there was no doubt his ears would grow warm if he recognised how protective he sounded. "Be a father, not a guard. If you don't want to be either, then be asleep for StarClan's sake."
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[PALADIN]

She is sat aside the nursery, a normal spot to find this kit. Eyes-half lidded herself and with a stomach full, she rolled a tiny mossball around under her paw. Ears perked quietly, shifting towards that of the adults speaking. Her head turned, looking towards Slatesnarl and the others. Be a father, not a guard. Her eyes fluttered again.

There was another set of kits in camp that she hadn't met yet- which wasn't so surprising, Paladin thinks. She's still a stranger, barely past the 'smells-like-dogs' comments. Why would she be allowed to meet... what, the leader's kits? She hums in quiet thought, those thoughts only barely dominated by the a nap sounds good one.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ┌── YOUVE BURNT ME ⋅❁⋅ NOW GUIDE ME ──┐‎

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• PALADIN she/her, kit of skyclan, one moon.
  ⭃ LH black tabby / silver tabby chimera with low white and strong copper eyes. white plumed hair sits center on her head down to the beginning of her mane. a 'sword' is outlined in white on her back. she's quiet but intent, serious but still kitten-soft.
  ⭃ mentored by no one / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ mated to no one / / sibling to unknown
  ⭃ 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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[QUILLSTRIKE]

IF THE POINT'S TO NEVER DISAPOINT YOU, SOMEBODY'S GOT TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO​

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”He could be doing worse.” chimed Quillstrike from where he was licking his paws clean of his lunch, tone unreadable, but it wasn’t hard to assume where his head was at given his own upbringing. If his mothers mate had only sat quietly outside their den, the chimera would have considered himself lucky. He couldn’t even picture what a ‘real’ father was supposed to act like- was relieved that he didn’t have to worry about being one himself. ”But they’re right about the sleep thing. Nododys getting to Orangestars den while camp is full.” And as grim a thought it may be, if a dog or something broke in, Slate and Orangestar would know long before it reached their den.

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skyclan - male - 31 months (Feb 17th) - Twitchbolts mate - a very tall, muscular chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars. has bluejay feathers woven like spikes along his spine and neck.