camp SOMETHING JUST LIKE THIS ;; first catch

[Daisypaw]

Though Daisypaw didn't realize it yet, every day that was spent training was a day that he went back to camp having learned something, having gotten closer to his goal of becoming one of the best warriors the clan could offer. He didn't notice the way he had begun to tip-toe quietly through underbrush instead of accidentally crashing through it. His tail was no longer casually waving behind him and rustling the leaves and sticks that were on the ground, paws carefully moved without realizing it, no longer stepping on sticks and kicking rocks in the direction he was trying to go. Every day he had gotten closer and closer to the prey that the clan members learned to hunt, and though he hadn't noticed it before - too caught up in what went wrong to realize that as time went on there were more rights happening - but now he noticed.

A vole scrabbled in the debris of the pine forest, moving fallen needles to the side to try and dig at the ground underneath to search for any food that could be found in the moment. The angle was perfect, he was downwind, and he was silent, he was still as a statue. Daisypaw's eyes widened as his whiskers twitched, would this be it? Would he be able to take food home to his mother and his new sibling with prey not from the fresh kill pile but that he'd caught out in the territory alongside his mentor?

Just as the vole's head began to move, his paws left the ground as Daisypaw pounced, connecting with the small creature before a swift killing bite turned living to dead and his head shot up, hanging from his jaws not only the first prey he'd killed but the biggest smile he could muster from behind it.

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Tail was high in the air as the apprentice moved through the gorse tunnel that was the entrance to camp, eyes flicking around for the familiar tri-colored pelt that he'd known his whole life. "Mom!" He'd move towards the nursery as soon as he was allowed to, hoping that the muffled sound of his voice was still recognizable around the vole. "Look! I caught a vole!" All by himself.

CAUGHT YOU RED 🌺 HANDED IN THE BISCUIT TIN

• baby's first prey!
  mentor tag @FIGFEATHER & looking for @butterflytuft but no need to wait!
  
  This takes place in camp, I just wanted to write the first bit as a precursor to what happened before he got back!

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  ♡ SH blue w/low white & blue eyes
  ♡ cannot properly control emotions
  ♡ born november 8, 2023. ages realistically
  ♡ sexuality unknown ; interested in no one
  ♡ adopted by Butterflytuft and Dandelionwish
  ♡ brother to Weedpaw and Fluffypaw
  ♡ easy to befriend ; easy to upset
  ♡ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ♡ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[SANGRIAPAW]

✧ Her cousin calls for his mom, but the cinnamon torbie is there first, concern shining in green eyes. Did the foxes come back? Did Figfeather get hurt—or Daisypaw? What happened? "Daisy? What’s wrong?" Her worry is soothed almost instantly, when her gaze lands on the creature in the tom’s maw. A vole—and it’s dead!

"OH! You caught it, all by yourself? That’s awesome!" Sangriapaw’s voice rises up a pitch, joy for the blue-furred apprentice apparent as she bounces up and down upon snowy paws. She glances around, searching for the familiar form of Butterflytuft in the camp around them. She’s gonna be so happy to see that Daisypaw caught something, isn’t she? And he’s probably got a lot of praise and congratulations from Figfeather already, so surely he’s proud of himself! She hasn’t caught any prey for herself yet, but that’s okay, ’cause she’s still only a new apprentice. And she isn’t jealous at all."Are you gonna eat it all by yourself?" The girl asks, putting on a bright smile.

✧ gliding down the rainbow

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  SANGRIAPAW ❯❯ she/her, daylight apprentice of skyclan
  ⭃ cinnamon torbie with white spotting and vibrant leaf-green eyes. bold, bright, and curious.
  ⭃ daughter of fantastream & figfeather ; sister to coffeepaw
  ⭃ mentored by johnnyflame
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[Chickbloom]

Folded ears flicked up as Daisypaw's muffled cry sounds in camp. before Eggshell even turned around, he was already imagining all the gruesome possibilities. in the coward's mind, a call for mom was never a good sign. it usually meant a fall and scrape, asking for a tongue and loving words as a substitute for medicine. sometimes it was a selfish kit hogging the moss ball, and the others needed a referee. But if an apprentice was calling out after sprinting through the entrance, well that was something else entirely.

Eggshellbloom braced for the worst. Perhaps Orangestar had died in a tragic hunting accident, and named Figfeather as the new leader in her last moments? Maybe it wasn't an accident at all, and Daisypaw was orchestrating a coup? Thankfully before the whelp could launch a full investigation of the murder scene, Sangriapaw's shrill voice clears things up.

A relieved smile spreads across the milksop's maw as he pads forwards, though the truth doesn't make him feel all that fantastic. There's a hint of jealousy within amber eyes as the coward looks at the vole and its catcher, contemplating how much older he was than Daisypaw, yet he'd only made his first catch a few moons ago. Sure, their situations were completely different, but no one ever said Eggshellbloom had a healthy sense of self. Still, it's not enough to stop him from feeling happy for the apprentice. "C-Congratulations. it's, uh, y'know..." The coward trailed off, wanting to give some semblance of advice but rejecting the idea practically immediately. "G-Good job." ​

 

[ODDGLEAM]

Mismatched ears perk up at the muffled cry of Daisypaw. He lifted his head where it rested on pale - touched paws, splitting his jaws apart in a yawn. Oddgleam hums, as he turns his attention towards the sudden commotion with sleepy eyes. Twitches of his tail thumped on the ground, as he tilts his head towards the sound of Sangriapaw's voice clearing everything up. A vole?

The feathered tom stretches his forelimbs forward, then arches his back before raising onto his paws. Shaking his patched coat, he roams over to the two apprentices and a stuttering Eggshellbloom. Copper eyes brighten up, as he saw the vole Daisypaw caught. "Congratulations, on you're catch!" He nods his pale - patched head, curling his tail around himself. All while he said his praise, towards the blue furred apprentice with a smile. He remembers his first catch, but that was back at the Twoleg Place. Probably doesn't really count… maybe? He watches at the two apprentices interact. The warrior feels happy for Daisypaw on his catch, the apprentice must be very proud on catching it.

COLORFUL STATE OF MIND ˚⊹♡ THE CHIMERICAL OVERDOSE ON LOVING

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• ( bad attitude, actin real goofy ) ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ODDGLEAM. ╱ skyclan warrior.
  ♡ non-binary ; HE / THEY, fine with gendered terms. ; 14 MOONS & AGES EVERY 7TH.
  ♡ bi-pan / polyamorous / padding after crowsight & owlheart
  ♡ pretty, long-legged medium furred sliver-cream calico with copper eyes.
  ♡ battle notes — thoughts ; "Speech, ac7d88" ; attacks only
  ♡ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ♡ smells like caramel frappe & chilled stone
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[FIGFEATHER]

Pride still swells in her chest even as she slips through the gorse tunnel back into camp. A new mentor always worried at least a little on whether they’d do right by their apprentice. Were they not grasping a battle move because you instructed them poorly? Had they not caught their first fresh-kill because you were a poor teacher?

Daisypaw’s accomplishment today was enough to put all her mentorship worries to rest. He was on the right path, they both were.

He looks to her eagerly, Figfeather knows what he desires to do and dips her head approvingly. As he bounds off, vole in maw, his mentor yowls after him ”Give it to the queens and kits while you’re over there!” Some mentors may have invited their apprentice to eat their first kill, but not Figfeather. She teaches in selflessness, one cats accomplishments belonged to the entire clan. It was important for Daisypaw to remember that even during his first major milestone as an apprentice.

As she leaves Daisypaw to his well-deserved boasting, her mind wanders to Wolfpaw. He would’ve caught their first fresh-kill by now. All victories came with the bittersweet reminder that she’d never share them with her first apprentice. A half-hearted prayer is sent to StarClan to bring them home, but the marmalade she-cat’s hope is already defeated.

♡ INFO BATTLE

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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Lead Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Sire to Sangriapaw & Coffeepaw
  » Mentoring Daisypaw
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and to aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[butterflytuft]

Butterflytuft is nestled in the nursery, keeping a watchful eye on Budkit when she hears a familiar voice call out. Her heart swells with affection as soon as she recognizes Daisypaw's excited tone. Gingerly, she gets to her paws and slips out of the nursery just in time to see others approach her proud son, his tail high and a vole dangling from his jaws. Oh, she can hardly contain her delight! "Daisypaw!" she exclaims (which still isn’t very loud for the soft-spoken she-cat). The tortoiseshell watches as Sangriapaw bounces over, her concern quickly melting away into delight. She can see the excitement shining in her niece's eyes, mirroring the queen’s own pride for the young tom. Eggshellbloom and Oddgleam approach next, and as a mother she can’t help but appreciate the praise they offer her son. The smile on her face grows even more!

She finally arrives at his side and sunflower eyes sparkle as she leans in to gently sniff at the fresh-kill. "You caught this all by yourself?" Butterflytuft nuzzles him affectionately behind the ear, softly mewing, "I'm so proud of you.” At this rate, he will be a fantastic warrior, she just knows it! Her gaze then lifts to her sister who pads into camp, pride evident on the tabby’s face. It’s clear how much the mentorship means to her, and seeing Daisypaw's accomplishment firsthand is just a testament to Figfeather's hard work. He’s lucky to have you guiding him, She thinks, and she wants to tell her so later. For now, she offers Figfeather a nod and a smile from across camp before she returns her attention to Daisypaw again.
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[Eggbounce.]

I'M GONNA BE THE SNACK THAT SMILES BACK
I'M GONNA BE THE KIT TO YOUR KAT ​

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eggbounce & 15 moons & male & he/him & skyclan warrior ​

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" a vole? Wowie, thats so cool - I didn't catch anything half as impressive my first time, " In truth, Eggbounce can't actually recall his first catch. He's sure though he'd probably been just as excited, but the boy has never had the greatest recall, and by now all the memories had all started to blur. Still, he means every word he says, beaming at the young apprentice from his place nearby.

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[Orangestar]

"The first of many." Orangestar comments from beside her son, regarding Daisypaw with a proud nod should the young tom look her way. Much like Eggbounce, Orangestar doesn't recall her first catch, though her reasoning differs from her kit's: time has dulled the memory, seasons of catches making them hard to distinguish from each other ... maybe it had been a bird of some sort? Her frown becomes more pronounced momentarily, gaze dipping to the earth of camp, before she offers another nod in the general direction of Daisypaw. Her attention darts next to Figfeather, whose pride shows in a more muted manner than her sister's, but whose pelt is fluffed out in delight regardless. She huffs a small noise of amusement, mostly to herself, and settles back in to her brief moment of shaded relaxation.

ooc ✧ 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦

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  [ art by pin ]
• ORANGESTAR ✧ she/her, leader of skyclan | eight lives
  
  
  — "a scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes."
  — single ; mentoring springpaw & ashpaw
  — speech is in #F18C47
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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