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Viperpaw.

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I'm the venom in your veins​
Red fur flashed in the sun before deep greens of pools blinked lazily, a tiny mouse trapped within the jaw of the apprentice as she settle herself down into a spot within the clearing. She would set down the fresh-kill before setting a paw down on it before rolling it slightly, a look of disgust in her eyes while her tail thumped on the ground. Leaf-bare was a cruel joke for sure, yet they still faired better than the Shadowclanners from what she heard. Admittingly she had curiosities for how they looked, having yet gone to a gathering. With a shrug she flexed her claws before gently pulling the mouse in and sinking her teeth into the small scrap of food. The stringy and earthy meat felt bitter on her tongue that she almost gagged, thinking perhaps her sister would enjoy this much more than she had.

Duties were still being listed out and yet the young apprentice paid nearly no attention to what was being said, she hated doing duties and did her best to try and escape them, sometimes even going as far as to lie about being sick or having hurt her paws fo escape from them. Of course she knew her lies would catch up to her eventually but for now she'll use these excuse to get out of just anything so she could lazed about within the camp.​
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Firepaw more then usual stalked closer to the other apprentices, blazing eyes always keen to see what they were doing or well what they weren't doing. Especially after Coyotepaw had decided to play traitor one more time after windclan had done so much for him, little rat bastard she hopes to find him in Skyclan and make him see the error of his ways that is if he'd gone there in the first place. So many seemed sure about that and she wasn't about to doubt them especially not the toms father who'd denounced him almost terrifyingly quick. Can she blame him? Coyotepaw was one thing and that wasn't the son of Juniperfrost, whatever blood the tom passed to him had been diluted softened by whatever sing songy pathetic rhetoric Skyclan had drilled into his skull. Still, it flat out sucked in the first place he left, she truly didn't think he was that much of a mouseheart especially not after leading one of the patrols to the vulnerable heart of Skyclan but whatever good will and respect she had for him was gone. Unless he somehow came popping out of a burrow proclaiming he got stuck he was a decided enemy, a traitor to her clan just like Galeforce and Yewberry.

She pays more attention to what she dubs the gang of slackers; the true losers among them and her mind Viperpaw was one of them she's not blind to the way the other apprentice always seemed to worm herself out of preforming her duties. Her opinion on her isn't high at all, but truly she hasn't spent much time around her to see more then her absence. She hadn't been there when she talked to the others after the events of the raid and that meant she had no clue where she stood, the idea of just asking well that didn't occur to her also she didn't feel like hearing her mouth about why she was asking. Her tail flicks as she pads on over side of her lip curling disdainfully as she looks down at the other she-cat over the crook of her nose ❝Shouldn't someone who needs the energy be eatin' that❞ she huffs ❝unless your plannin' on gettin' off your butt that is❞
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( PLACE ME IN MY CASKET TONIGHT ; BECAUSE IM ALREADY DYING INSIDE )
 
DONT EVER WANT TO SEE THINGS CHANGE
periwinklepaw | 06 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff
Despite a lot of differences, Periwinklepaw finds himself sharing Firepaws opinions. He might not get along all to well with the more violent and outspoken of his denmates, his shyness and his pacifism causing them to butt heads more often than not, but laziness has never sat well with the boy. Unless bed-ridden with sick or grief he's always doing one thing or another - his insomnia ever so helpfully keeping him up and active even in the depths of night when the others lie sleepily in their nests.

Wisteriapaws words still haunt him as he watches the two - do the rest of his clanmates see him as part of Snailpaw and Viperpaws little group of slackers? Do they all think he's making up his illnesses? The pull of scar tissue as he stands is oddly comforting, a reminder that his most recent confinement to the medicine den had been well earned and he would have the proof of that clear for all to see for the rest of his days. Scars had never bothered him after all - nearly all the cats in windclan had at least one, he thinks.

Striding over on long legs - is it him, or has he grown taller? he certainly feels off, all achy-limbed and he's certain he didn't have to duck so far the last time - he slips over to stand near Firepaw, hovering at a respectable distance considering the two hardly interact. "Sh-shouldn't you eat after y-you've pat-rolled," he adds, a frown tugging at his lips as clear blue eyes stare at the prey. Food is still scarce, the ache in his belly seemingly endless, and yet Viperpaw is eating without hunting first. It's.... irritating.
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Windstrider had a keen set of eyes and an even keener sense for situations like this. Their face betrayed no annoyance at Viperpaw, no distinguishable emotion at all, but they did stalk up next to Firepaw and Periwinklepaw. They were the third addition to the WindClanners hovering near eachother yet standing together in one unifying line of scrutiny. Amber eyes locked on the half-eaten mouse, and their brows tugged tighter together, the only sign of their rapidly rising irritation.

The idea of slacking was nearly alien to them. There was always something Windstrider could be doing to better themself for their clan. Personalities like Viperpaw's weren't just ones that got on their nerves; relaxed, carefree cats would always be strangers to them. Their vision angled towards the apprentice now, eyes glinting. "So happy you offered to share," they deadpanned, each syllable extending their arm closer to the meal. ​
 
Weaselclaw normally wouldn't have paid the red-pelted she-cat any mind as he busied himself in camp, but the gathering of cats with judgmental glares creasing their expressions causes him to pause. He pricks his ears and sets his jaw as he hears complaints about Viperpaw eating before doing any of her work.

He strides toward the group, blue eyes narrowed in his face. The lead warrior speaks with a snarl buried in his voice. "Are you feeding yourself before you have given all you have to offer to your Clanmates?" His tabby pelt begins to bristle, but he forces himself to remain calm. "Drop the mouse. Now. Or Sootstar will be hearing about this. You'll go to Badgermoon immediately so you can do some real work." He wonders who the infuriating apprentice's mentor is -- he makes a note mentally to check with Badgermoon or Sunstride later to see if they know.​

[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​
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Snailpaw's age was often a point of contention within the apprentice's hangout spots - they were old enough to serve their clan as a warrior, so why weren't they taking training more seriously and serving their clan with pride? The marbled tabby either agreed to keep the peace or protested with half-truths, but throughout the hassle, one thing was always certain - through their age and experience, they'd learned how to get around plenty of the ideals of others. Viperpaw, for one reason or another, had not. Perhaps it was pride, perhaps it was not experiencing real consequences ever, Snailpaw couldn't tell, all they knew was that she wasn't being sneaky. Sapphire eyes watched with uncertainty as she sunk her teeth into a mouse and soon, Snailpaw's gaze flittered towards clanmate after clanmate moved forwards to reprimand the younger apprentice. As nice as it was to be the one free from a warrior's ire for a change, their ears still flattened as if they were the one being snarled at, their heart racing at the memory of events that'd occurred mere days ago. He offered Viperpaw a weak smile, perhaps of sympathy perhaps just to be nice, and leaped to Firepaw's side.

Knowing better than to give advice in front of a very, very pissed-off crowd, Snailpaw offered some of their own observations. "If you don't a whole clan of hungry kitty-cats glaring at you, it does tend to help to do some work! Hehe... Heh..." They cast a side-eyed glance to their younger friend, knowing that Firepaw would likely sense the hypocrisy from a mile away. Sheesh, it was weird being the responsible one.
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