camp rising and falling | stacking stones

[SILKENPAW]

જ➶ She has been up early or at least she feels like it is early. The way the sunlight drifts upon her pelt tells her enough that the sun is rising and moving across the sky. Thougjh she has done little with her own passage. The molly hasn't been called on a patrol nor to be placed on hunting and so she spent time with some of the Elders. Picking off their ticks and not complaining. Honestly she never does. It's what she knows a loyal clanmate is supposed to do and that is what she is supposed to be. Quickly though she doesn't linger on those thoughts as she dumps off the dead little critters and still time marches on. There is not much else to do and her ears prick up to catch the sounds of others nearby. Nothing. A reserved breath eases from her chest before the shadow finds herself searching for rocks, stones. Those that are flat and oval in shape. She settles down with her meager collection and picks them up with gentle maw to lay them one on top of the other. The little stack sways a bit and before she can stop it it clatters, toppling to the ground. "Fox-dung..."

Her voice is a mutter as she reaches her paws out to feel upon the ground. Paw brushing over grass and sand before she finds one of them and brings the stone back to herself. Then she repeats, reaching out to try and find the rest. It's annoying but at least they haven't fallen far. Or at least she hopes they haven't gone too far away from her.​

 

[Brackenpaw]

“What are you doing?” Brackenpaw finds herself asking as she peers her head around behind the elders den, finding Silkenpaw out in the open, head to the ground and paws reaching in an attempt to find wayward stones. They look between the one rock that hard started the pile then to the scattered ones that she had gathered, unable to connect the dots to what this could possibly mean. They thought she was going to be stuck picking ticks from the elders all day, so it was a pleasant enough surprise to see that she was out doing something else at least.

It seemed like she was looking for more, Brackenpaw considered herself to be a pretty good rock collector. Having to pick up many in her time in tunnels or just to look for bugs, so they decided to take it upon themself to try and help out. Walking in a wide circle to catch any that were outside of Silkenpaw’s grasp, batting one her way while picking up another with her maw. The feeling of that granite against her teeth made the tunneler apprentices muzzle scrunch in disgust. Still, in a rare act of diligence she placed the stones down next to her. They would never put this much volunteer effort into training or anything like that but for a leisurely activity they didn’t seem to have an issue with it.

“How high do you think you can stack them?” Head tilts dramatically, cheek almost brushing against the grass and sand as they try to peer at the growing stack of rocks, not making any effort to try and stack any themself. This wasn’t her game to participate in after all.

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• Brackenpaw
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 10 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Bluefrost
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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[bunnypaw]

Bunnykit, although she knew too-well that apprenticehood was fastly approaching, did not mingle with the apprentices too easily. She could hardly waver from her nest in the nursery, let alone neg some tunneler to teach her about the underground. Rattleheart was supposed to do that with her. And now not only that, but her size is far larger than some of the below-ground apprentices - she's simply not meant to follow that path.

She happens upon the two by complete accident, trying to find one of her littermates. The act of stacking rocks isn't even minutely interesting to the she-cat, but Bunnykit feels awkward just... backing out of the situation. Her ears flatten to her head as she carefully picks her away closer, noiselessly knocking one of the fallen rocks back to Silkenpaw in the same manner as Brackenpaw was doing.

"Um..." she starts, still unsure what's happening before them. "Do... do you think you'll need more?" Bunnykit figures she can find a few measly rocks - or claim she's forgotten and just get out of there. Whatever is easier, she supposes.​

 

[SUNNVAR]

✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ Many of his clanmates disguise memories in each action. He sees pieces of himself, of his past, in all that they do. It seems that no matter the distance between their homes, cats will remain as they are. Sometimes the memory can be an unpleasant one. As if they stand before him as he suffers and show him vivid reenactments of what could have been. Yet this one brings only fondness. He looks upon Silkenpaw with a rapt attention that he revels in when offered to a cat that cannot see him. Those that do tend to shy away in these recent moons. He is their leader, after all. No longer could he play a plain warrior, or even a friend. (Had he ever seen Sootstar as a friend? No. He had always respected her far too much for that.)

The golden tom pads deliberately closer, each large stride brushing loudly across the sandy earth so that Silkenpaw may know another joins them. Especially consider his limping gait is unique within the clan, and it feels only fair to warn others that their leader is near. In this circumstance at least. "You should speak to Wolfsong, once he is free– this is something he was well-skilled at, some time ago. Perhaps he could teach you still." Brackenpaw asks what with an undercurrent of why, and though he cannot answer that part his voice still drifts into a soft-spoken story. "In the mountains, we would stacks such as this to mark places. Either paths that a patrol took, or a secret buried. The most skilled of our cats could stack them taller than their own head." An exaggeration, perhaps? His tone comes with no indication.

𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 ╱ ️️️ ( 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝗕𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐆 ) ️️️ ️️️ ⌞06.17⌝ 🟒ᨒ

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  ✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ OOC. —
  

  

  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑. SUNSTRIDE. SUNNVAR.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ MASC ️️️ & ️️️ AMAB, ️️️ HE – HIM – HIS.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ SECOND LEADER OF ️️️ WINDCLAN.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ NINE LIVES: ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆̴͖̻̌͛ ⋆̵̼͈̐̿̓̏͝ ⋆̶̬́̀

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  a large chocolate and white rosette tom with seaglass eyes. the first thing many see when looking at sunstar now is not his proud posture or boxy build, but the scarred stump that remains of his front left leg. a wound that would have killed most other cats took one of his lives; not even starclan could repair it.
  
  
  a rogue brought to windclan in a search for greatness, one of sootstar's most loyal warriors turned into her downfall. with a mate and kits to worry about, and now nine lives from starclan with a missing limb, windclan's leader has much to prove.

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