no angst [PHASE III] BIZARRE LOVE TRIANGLE | apprentice hang-out

[ALGAEPAW]

Algaepaw knew that the cold would end up spineless, splayed out and prone. Good fortune was all that he had known, and thus it made sense for it to bloom back where bad luck faltered, like a buoyant fruit along a deep sea. Even as Riverclan swam with no respite, there would always be a brush of color to paint the obfuscated. Fate had surely granted them solace, gracious and tender as Her hands were, though she could easily seize it back if the proper reverence were not in place. The evening sun rolled slowly towards the horizon line, tigrine hues a cheer of pride and resilience, as it rooted itself onto the margins of the great sky. Camp abounded in booms of chatter, relief and interludes fluttering out of mouths and nostrils alike. Tonight, Riverclan would be painted in the grand hues of victory - even with the loss of many just days before. The dilute tortoiseshell would attempt not to think of that, for it would surely drag her downwards to an untimely spiral instead.

"We should totally play a game or something. C'mon! I don't wanna be cooped up in here with nothing to do." Algaepaw nudged one of her peers with her shoulder, as though esprit lay plain and bare upon his peach-fuzz countenance, elected as a beacon of pure naivete to light through the rime. Shark-tooth smile flitted along ivory face, the same mask that she always donned no matter the occasion. What could one do in the face of destiny, after all?

𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 ·₊˚☄ 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝚃 𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙷𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙴𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶

• OOC: This takes place during the celebration! Any apprentice can be the one that she's egging on :3x
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  —— ALGAEPAW / He/She / 6 Moons
  —— Apprentice of Riverclan / Sibling to Redpaw and Rivuletpaw / Mentored by Lichenstar
  —— A wiry, wild-furred blue tortoiseshell with high white and freckle-like spotting. Brilliant yellow eyes, like twin molten suns.
  —— Chaotic, obsessive and strange, Algaepaw is a weirdly refreshing character to encounter amongst the sea of her dutiful kin. Beset by nature and her patterns, he is quick to connect the dots even when no such connection truly exists. Somewhat easy to befriend, provided that one can handle his mannerisms and tendency to weave tall tales.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[rivuletpaw]

Rivuletpaw had a minnow in her maw, her gaze flicking around camp for a few moments. While it was admittedly too small to share with anyone larger than a mouse, the young she-cat had hoped that she would be able to catch a certain tom before he was captured into a different discussion. Her hopes are dashed when, instead, she sees a grey and white tail dip into Moonbeam's den. Petulant frustration burls in her chest before she settles it with a shake of her shoulders. If it had been Algaepaw or Redpaw, she'd be spending the evening with them, too. She can't be upset with him.

Her tail twitches as she joins the former of her two siblings regardless. The other spouts something about a game, and Rivuletpaw grins as she passively tosses her fish to the centermost point between the apprentices, "How about a betting game?" she chirps. "There're tons of rumors to play with. Which one of them are real?" She leans into her sister's side as she tries to think, before offering, "I'll bet my minnow that Beefang and Moonbeam think they're being super secret about themselves...!" How they would prove that, Lettie doesn't care to wonder. She just wants to get the chatter going.​

 

[maplepaw]

While the rest of camp was bustling with chatter and activity, Maplepaw was in an unbothered daze. To any onlooker she would appear to be watching the horizon change from orange to pink. In reality, her eyes were glossed over and she was pondering what she should have for dinner that night. Fish? That was the usually go-to. But maybe she could go for a mouse today... Before she could finish making her grueling decision, she felt a nudge on her shoulder. "AAaah!" She jolted. It was just a nudge, but the way it shook her from her deep haze made it feel more like a slap to the face. She blinked, once, twice, three times, before turning to focus on Algaepaw, who was pleading to play a game. "Hey don't do that to me!! You almost made me bite my tongue off." She pouted, sticking her tongue out to make sure it was still there. She shook her pelt, then she was in. She was always in for a game, even after the jumpscare of her young life.

"Okay. Hmm... truth or dare?" Truth or dare was always a spicy one. However, before the suggestion could be considered too deeply, Rivuletpaw appears with an even better idea... gossip. A betting game. And on top of that, she sweetens the deal by conveniently solving Maplepaw's dilemma of what to eat that night. Fish it was. In an instant, she forgets all about truth or dare, crouches down with wide eyes focused on Rivuletpaw, and takes a bite out of the fish. "No wayyyyy..." She had no idea about anything to do with Beefang and Moonbeam, nor was she really invested in those cats specifically, but the tea sounded juicy so she was going with it. "What do you think is going on?" She continues chewing her fish.​

 

[shellpaw]

she feels out of place in the apprentices den and out of it. swan wing coloring spatters her against the green of her moss bedding like a sore paw ; sickness her only salvation, and only in keeping her small enough for the younger apprentices not to pick her bones about how old she was. in the open, it was haven't you been here a while and isnt your brother a lead warrior? and honestly, shellpaw would prefer her sickbed to the scorn she itches with now. a brand of not good enough stamped across her forehead like a blazing scar, like the curl of pink ribbon flesh that weaves her best friend's features . . yet far less impressive.

she peers algaepaw like a sore from where she curls against their snow - flecked den ; stares her like a sleeping bear, apprehension gleaming in the ever - wet of her eyes. algaepaw had been apprenticed on time. algaepaw would probably be made a warrior on time, too, if lichenstar had anything to say about it. perhaps she'd be made a lead warrior, too, with kitten fuzz still clinging to babyfat cheeks. guilt floods her like a bursting dam at last, and the lilac woven girl finally looks away.

she feels . . pititful and humiliated, and struggles to ignore the burn of embarrassment passing through rabbitveined ears when her mothers new apprentice suggests a game. the burn of spite is unfamiliar and too familiar all the same. she peers around desperately for a streak of mottled fur, the scent of saltwater at sleek shoulders where she can tuck sniveling wildberry nose in and pretend the razored edge of jealousy does not dye her green.

pinepaw is nowhere to be seen. shellpaw supposes, with not a small amount of dismay, that she can't save her every time. finally, rivuletkit — paw breaks her from molten reverie, mentions beefang and moonbeam and shellpaw blinks their way in the half - shade where she lies. maplepaw leans in, ears inclined and attentive, and shellpaw . . guesses not everyone grew up in the ivory medic's den, " doesn't — doesnt beefang share a nest with moonbeam? " she offers quietly, as if she hadn't born witness to the horrors of . . whatever they'd had going on, moons ago. a delicate dance of averted eyes and mingling fur . . they seemed happy enough now. very happy.

rosen eyes begin their search again.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ° 𓇼 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

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• SHELLPAW 𓆉 SHE / HER. TEN MOONS OLD, APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN, MENTORED BY LICHENSTAR ; SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. HAZECLOUD xx LICHENSTAR, NIECE TO SMOKESTAR. PENNED BY ANTLERS ----------------- ° ❀ ⋆
  frail alabaster molly with lilac striping and watery amber eyes.
  
  she is pallid ; platinum splotched with ribbons of dovey lilac curls, wisped ends like memories of a distant shore and plush enough to conceal the juts of malnutrition beneath. tufted elderdown fur conceals a body worn fragile by tumultuous youth, too thin in some places and round with stubborn baby fat in others. her face is short - muzzled, framed half mast by eyes coined rheumy, rosen amber. the anemic cold pink - purple at tender paws and nose tell a lifetime of sickness, further made obvious by the feathering weakness in half - whispered tones.
  

  CHRONICALLY ILL ; prone to wheezing and coughing, nose at a constant drip from longterm illness - induced nasal polyps. not contagious.

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