- Jun 14, 2024
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She can't believe what she's watching, Puddlepaw had decided to take up space in camp, resting under the warmer parts of the sky. It's not quite the sun beams or anything but it'll do. She was planning on enjoying her time off but this sight has ruined it. Raintooth has been burying odd rat and frog bones for the past hour. She thought at the start of this weird adventure that maybe it was because he just became curious about the snow, she knows that she's dug it out before to make sure there's still marshland underneath. But then he just kept going, she thought maybe he'd try to build something with his creation, then thought he was paranoid and making some kind of tunnel.
Faux brows knit in confusion, she deeply wished that this was the case. At this point the apprentice had shifted from her rather rigid resting position to be sitting upright. Round eyes stare in wonder, mostly judgement but some wonder, as the bones had been introduced. He had buried a few at this point, the holes are never too big and he seems to be putting them in seperate holes all around camp. As she continues this silent study Puddlepaw hears the voice of someone familiar. An unimpressed gaze is passed onto Snowlark, she didn't really like him based on that one time she asked if he had nearly died. She still stands by that stance but she doesn't dislike him enough to not talk to him, after all he is a lead warrior now.
"Did Raintooth tell you what he's doing?" She asks, trying to figure out if whatever he said to her was a lie or what not. After a notable pause she opens her maw to speak once more, judgement seeping clear as the moon on a nice night. "He thinks he's going to attract more prey by burying the dead ones" there's a clear mocking tone as she speaks; she doesn't really get it. He mentioned something about showing them respect will make the prey respect them back, as if that's going to fix their issues. With a roll of her eyes she continues "have you seen this before?" He's been alive longer than her, surely if something so weird has happened then he would know.
Faux brows knit in confusion, she deeply wished that this was the case. At this point the apprentice had shifted from her rather rigid resting position to be sitting upright. Round eyes stare in wonder, mostly judgement but some wonder, as the bones had been introduced. He had buried a few at this point, the holes are never too big and he seems to be putting them in seperate holes all around camp. As she continues this silent study Puddlepaw hears the voice of someone familiar. An unimpressed gaze is passed onto Snowlark, she didn't really like him based on that one time she asked if he had nearly died. She still stands by that stance but she doesn't dislike him enough to not talk to him, after all he is a lead warrior now.
"Did Raintooth tell you what he's doing?" She asks, trying to figure out if whatever he said to her was a lie or what not. After a notable pause she opens her maw to speak once more, judgement seeping clear as the moon on a nice night. "He thinks he's going to attract more prey by burying the dead ones" there's a clear mocking tone as she speaks; she doesn't really get it. He mentioned something about showing them respect will make the prey respect them back, as if that's going to fix their issues. With a roll of her eyes she continues "have you seen this before?" He's been alive longer than her, surely if something so weird has happened then he would know.
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Please wait for @Snowlark.
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PUDDLEPAW || She/her, kit of ShadowClan, 6 moons
♡ A short haired fawn rosette tabby and black rosette tabby chimera with copper eyes. Always seems to be judgmental.
♡ Mentored by Wormwatcher.
♡ Penned by Juice || message on discord (Ouijeejuice) for plots!
♡ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.