POCKETFUL OF SUNSHINE ࿏ first catch

[Pinepaw ⭒]

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Out of all her mothers teachings so far, Pinepaw had been enjoying her battle training the most. She was a natural, and while she had yet to engage in her first spar or gain the upper paw on her mentor, Pinepaw’s progress was promising. When it was just her and Iciclefang in the sandy arena, Pinepaw was the most alive.

Today, the duo would not be on their way towards the beech copse, instead stuck to a mid-day hunting patrol. Pinepaw knew fishing was an important skill, as boring as it was. Large, snowy paws slowed her down in the water, whether she was trying to swim or catch a fish. She wasn’t excelling in her hunting lessons, therefore there was no excitement in her step as the patrol neared the wide, emerald-tinted river.

Pinepaw mirrors her mother from the bank, golden hues steady on slender alabaster forepaws. Just below the surface, she can see the large round shadow of a fish, hurtling towards them. Adrenaline quickens the apprentices heartbeat as Pinepaw sees her chance.

Just as she had been shown, Pinepaw strikes her forepaw into the water, claws extended. She feels her thorns sink into scaled flesh. When a triumphant Pinepaw pulls upward, it is a moment too slow, and the fish gives an unexpected wiggle.
To keep it from slipping out of her grasp, Pinepaw lurches forward head-first to grab it with her teeth. Her weight shifts to her shoulders, and Pinepaw goes toppling face-first into the river.

Her fall from the bank is without grace, breaking the watery surface with a loud smack!
The apprentice is sent somersaulting into the rivers depths, taking a delayed heartbeat to unfurl. When Pinepaw re-emerges several heartbeats later, her catch is still secured in stubborn jaws, where blood and water stream. Pinepaw coughs as water trickles from her nostrils, but luckily her tumble did not land her in the currents grasp, and the young apprentice is able to reach land with only a pawful of paddles. “Go’phitt!” She announces, still in the water. The tortoiseshell is sodden, cheekbones burning with embarrassment-induced flush. Her humiliation is over-corrected with a beaming mask, grinning behind her impressive-sized catch, her eyes refusing to meet her mothers.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND I BEG TO BE TESTED ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ BY GODDESSES RESTING ──┐‎

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  mentor tag — @iciclefang
  
  

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  PINEPAW ✩ she/her, apprentice of riverclan, 6 moons.
  ⭃ stocky, coarse-furred tortoiseshell she-cat with large, white dipped forepaws, a white tail tip and muzzle. Honey hued optics take the shape of almonds.
  ⭃ apprenticed to Iciclefang.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragpaw && Crabpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[LOVEBURN]

✦•··········•✦•··········•✦ It's intriguing, the dynamic between Pinepaw and Iciclefang: mother and daughter, mentor and apprentice, an interplay of authority and expectation that Loveburn watches curiously as they head to the river. What was it like for Beefang, mentored by Smokestar? Is there a separation between teacher and parent, or are they the same? He wonders what Iciclefang thinks when she looks upon Pinepaw. Is she daughter first, apprentice second— or both simultaneously? Loveburn is likely to give himself a headache at this rate. Ridiculous given how little it truly matters in the grand scheme of things, unless...Unless.

Is it easier to recruit an apprenticed daughter into treachery? If, of course, Iciclefang is so inclined. She is a strong warrior, a truly exemplary RiverClanner, but doesn't that mean she's better positioned to enact folly?

A splash. He startles from staring at his uneven reflection, the river a poor mirror, and he does not expect to watch Pinepaw struggle out of it with a wriggling fish trapped in her maw. He recognizes pride, and he's quick to meet it with a congratulatory grin. "Pinepaw! Was that your first catch?" A clumsy one, to be sure, but she soldiered on. Maybe that will appease her mother-mentor (mentor-mother?). "That fish had no idea what hit it— no trout about it." Loveburn huffs a little laugh at his own joke.

loveburn (formerly lovepaw and starlightpaw) — currently thirteen moons old
son of cicadastar & smokestar — brother to cicadaflight & beefang — he/him
single & not really looking — peaceful/nonviolent actions may be powerplayed
please note that loveburn has persecutory delusions & sometimes personal prose
will make patently untrue assumptions and mischaracterizations of other people.

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[BEEFANG]

ᨒ AN EYE FOR AN EYE, A LEG FOR A LEG. A SHOT IN THE HEART DOESN'T MAKE IT UNBREAK ᨒ​

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ — Her lone eye briefly flicks over to Pinepaw and Iciclefang remembering a time when that had been her at Smokestar's side how excited she had been to train under her own father, an honor that she remembers trying not to let a faint smug smile form on her jaws as she recalls how Otterbite had been given to someone else to train. She's grateful for that in all truth, she couldn't ever imagine training alongside Otterbite of all cats so she had been very content in having Smokestar focus on her solely during her apprenticeship. She misses it or rather him, Beefang oftentimes wishes that he was still here so that they could've went on a hunt together after her vigil and made it a playful competition of sorts between former apprentice and mentor. She feels a bitterness form on her tongue as she moves her gaze away to focus onto her own apprentice as she speaks "When hunting make sure to keep your shadow off the water."

But before she could go further into the lesson, the sound of splashing water makes her glance in the direction of Pinepaw and Iciclefang once more noticing that the smaller tortoiseshell had fallen into the river and paddled her way back to shore with a fish wrapped around her jaws. Both of her ears angle forward with interest as slight amusement briefly glittered in her lone eye, she remembered her own first catch hadn't been this disastrous as Pinepaw's but she had done well nonetheless. Beefang holds back any form of praise though she can't help but narrow her pupil at Loveburn as he congratulates Pinepaw and even cracks an awful joke, it makes the eldest sister of the three visibly cringe though there's some amusement in her lone eye.

"Keep up with those awful jokes and you'll be going for a dip next," Beefang playfully threatens the youngest while keeping her eye trained on her brother though.

ooc - apprentice tag @Roepaw

⡠﹞SHES NOT A BAD KID ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ BUT THEY HAD TO DO IT, SHE HAD TO CRACK﹝⠢

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  WARRIOR SKILLSET;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ HUNTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ COMBAT
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ SWIMMING
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING
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  ✦ a shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and a singular amber eye
  ✦ oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. distrusting of outsiders and will snap at you if y/c walks up to her on her blind side. all her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 14 moons old; ages the 10th every month
  ✦ asexual homoromantic; mated to moonbeam
  ✦ currently mentoring... roepaw ; formerly mentored by smokestar
  ✦ firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ✦ sister of cicadaflight and loveburn
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[eveningpaw]

Just like Pinepaw, Eveningpaw is not the biggest fan of hunting. It requires an undetermined amount of patience — whether the fish flocks to your near vicinity in a timely manner or not is entirely up to chance, and if she dares show an inkling of annoyance, there is a high chance she will simply scare everything away. At least being by the river is grounding enough... but even that does not last forever.

She is near the bank today, alongside Pinepaw and Iciclefang. Gladefrost has been a pleasant mentor so far, but would Iciclefang's much more stern attitude change that? Eveningpaw wills herself not to shift too much in place. If she ruins Pinepaw's chance at a successful hunt, she would never hear the end of it.

It seems that reality would not come to pass. By the time, Eveningpaw tears her gaze away from the water — her eyes are almost burning, courtesy of daring herself not to blink until she finds something —, Pinepaw is already splashing about and hiding herself with a flurry of droplets. Eveingpaw holds her breath until...

"Woah, you got it!" The fish is firm within her grasp; the only time it will leave it is when Pinepaw inevitably deposits it onto the fresh-kill pile. "That was awesome!"

@Gladefrost

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[shellpaw]

shellpaw loves fishing. it was calm, it was simple, and it was . . pretty. golden light cascades off still - rippling waters where she hangs curled and loose at the sharp end of a shorebound stone. dragonflies buzz about, drifting the ears of riverclanners that mill about the coastline, drawing her eyes towards where her best friends settles tail lengths away. she is intent ; sharp - eyed and focused in a way shellpaw figured she had to be, with the way iciclefang instructed her. her mother was a good and strict mentor, but the lilac - ribboned girl sometimes shuddered at the weight of expectation that must come with it. her forepaws shift in thought, pawing baby pink pads at the warm edge of rock she’d perched on, basking in the heavy light of sun overhead and noting how honey - bright it made pinepaw — and her mother.

a momentary lapse in attention and the tail of a trout flicks at her peripheries, head snapping back just in time to watch it flit back beneath the murky blue. disappointment darkens the place beneath her ribs, lifting herself up onto her forearms as if it would help snap her attention back to the task she’d been assigned . . but the water is still again and through rheumy eyes, she can tell the depths waver clean. she goes to sigh — before a a flurry of splashing suddenly envelopes whistletoned sound. short ears swivel her way even before strawberry dark eyes, blinking towards where pinepaw had all but leapt the bank. a sudden pulse of fear riots her stomach, tumbles it into knots as she shoves herself onto all fours. heads turn all around their little patrol, all witnessing the moment her friend finally paddles from the depths . . soaking, dripping and panting exertion, but holding a large, heavy catch.

she lets out a breath that is more wheeze than anything else, relief flooding her veins so quickly she leans against eveningpaw’s striped shoulder, looking winded at the sudden whiplash - feeling of doused panic, ” that — that was amazing! “ she squeezes out anyway, because it was, and despite how close she’d been to the rushing rapids, she was safely back on shore now. a real, true warrior . . an inkling of pride starts within her, coils around her heart — shes so proud of her. a smile phantoms shell - cracked expression that only intensifies as loveburn pipes up, giving a little giggle that finally eases the tension in her shoulders.

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 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, nose at a constant drip from longterm illness - induced nasal polyps. not contagious.

  
  

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