camp songs that i have never heard // RTA

[◇ Sleekserpent.]

ALL GROWN UP NOW BUT IM CONFUSED
WE DIDN'T TURN OUT THE WAY WE WANTED TO​

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sleekserpent & 15 moons & genderfluid & he/she/they & thunderclan warrior ​

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Sleekserpent has always been a quiet cat - shy, withdrawn. But something had changed when he'd caught yellow cough - that silence going from simple insecurity to a self imposed exile. Killdeercry had taught her many things, had helped her find herself, helped her become a better warrior - even if her parents refused to see that she was anything but a failure.

But now they were a warrior - that confidence that they'd fought so hard to gain now their detriment.

He could hunt down prey with ease, stalking it in silence and ten chasing it through the undergrowth until he tasted it's blood on is teeth. She could hold her own in battle, fight tooth and claw to take down her enemies. But dealing with people? Interacting with their clanmates, making friends? That still escaped them, each and every attempt met with bitter failure. And so he stopped trying, tired of getting it wrong. It's far easier she thinks, to keep to the sidelines - to watch, to wait. If they never try, then they can never fail. The only interaction he gets anymore is when he visits his sister - abandoned by their parents, just like him. At least she had sleekserpent though - that's far more than she'd had growing up.

Today is hardly any different - pale furred figure appearing at the camps entrance with a mouse clutched tightly in their jaws, headed straight to add it to the prey pile. The second he's done, he all but flees - darting to the sidelines of camp, desperate to begin cleaning the mud from his paws and pelt, nose wrinkled in distaste. She says nothing - no greeting, no 'good morning' offered - only delves into cleaning herself up. Its far easier, they remind themselves, to be alone.

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[Tinystorm]

"Want some help, Sleekserpent?" Tinystorm asks, sauntering over to the cream cat covered in mud. It's early and with thunderclan's dense foliage means that often the strong sunlight with all its warmth didn't get a chance to dry up the ground yet. That's why, if she could help it, she didn't hunt in the mornings preferring the afternoon.

Prey run through the mud, and we run after the prey, a vicious cycle in the effort to keep clean. Tinystorm was never able to tolerate it longer than necessary. She did have a tendency to overreact and groom her fur for more than was necessary. Not just for the sake of keeping up appearances, but the wet dirt felt gross and got everywhere. Tongue-sharing is not only faster but also an effective way to get it off hard-to-reach places. It wasn't often that she could lend a paw to her clanmates in return.

"It would be nice if the prey we catch were more careful where they step,"the she-cat continues on. Tinystorm looked over Sleekserpent, relieved that there weren't any stubborn plant life attached to the cream fur. She wondered if being dirty also bothered them, and that's why they took off in such a hurry. Tinystorm sat down next to them with a bright smile.
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[Addersnap]

Socializing was not something Adderpaw could pride himself on in the slightest. To present yourself to others as someone genuinely willing to hear what they have to say -- to nod or shake your head to give confirmation to something they may need a sigh of relief on, to maintain eye contact yet not appear overbearing -- it was too much for the young apprentice who could barely figure out himself. It was easier to talk to the hanging cocoons off a berry bush, easier to listen to the melodic hum of a cricket as he tapped his paw to its song. He could understand more of what they were communicating to him than his own clanmates, at least that's how he felt every time he opened his maw to speak to a fellow ThunderClanner.

However, the tom couldn't be too picky about how secluded he was. It was a small camp -- anyone could find him by looking in any little crevasse, and the forests were all still too terrifying to Adderpaw with the overwhelming paranoia of the wolves' return, and now the rogues that had slain one of their own unprompted. The forests held too many dark secrets, and Adderpaw rather be shoved into uncomfortable discussions than gnawing at his paw from the fear, fur spilling into his mouth from the helplessness.

Lifting angular head from behind the rock he had found solace in, yellow eyes narrowed as eye contact was made with Sleekserpent, who had begun to clean herself in a frenzy. Wrinkling his nose with contempt, the tabby knew that he shouldn't be quick to judge -- he too often could not stand the feeling of dirt crawling around in his fur, beginning to clean a spot the caught his eye as the thought formed in his mind. Pinning ears to dark brown fur, Adderpaw snorted at Tinystorm's last comment with a roll of his eyes. "You can say that again," it was nothing more than a mumble, his words always just a little too jumbled together when anxiousness hits him. Nothing he had reacted with was meant to come across as annoyance, yet he was very sure it would somehow be interpreted that way. It was still a shock to him when he behaved a way that could easily be misinterpreted, feeling as though his emotions were plain and simple. It was obvious however, that he did not wear his hart on his sleeve.

He had no intentions of sharing tongues with the two; the idea already making his nose wrinkle before relaxing his muscles, his tail tip however still darting around every so often to display his displeasure. Peering back at Sleekserpent, the apprentice cleared his throat with an uneasy grin. "M-maybe a splash of water would help," an unconfident tone rung from his tongue as he spoke to the young warrior, heat rushing underneath his skin as Adderpaw slowly pulled himself a little further away from the conversation. Didn't hurt him too much to give a tip to help, right? Yet the slight shivering of his fur indicated that it was a bit nerve-wracking for him to utter.​

 

[◇ Sleekserpent.]

ALL GROWN UP NOW BUT IM CONFUSED
WE DIDN'T TURN OUT THE WAY WE WANTED TO​

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sleekserpent & 15 moons & genderfluid & he/she/they & thunderclan warrior ​

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Tinystorm is the first to approach the boy, startling him - not that he shows it, save for a twitch of pink tinged fur. The offer of help is something she doesn't expect, not anymore at least. They'd never had such offers as a kit, left to their own devices as they were, and as an apprentice they'd only really had killdeercry and badgersight to share tongues with - they'd made many an enemy out of his denmates with stiff words and a keen drive for utter perfection in all things (be it tidying up nests or managing their first catch far sooner than expected).

" No - thank you for offering though, " he says quietly, soft voice carrying the distance despite his stiff manner of speaking. A wry smile spreads across pale features at the joke, appreciative of the sentiment " It would certainly make things simpler for us all, " words turn raspy and she has to clear her throat a few times to regain her voice - stars, if only she'd sought out berryheart sooner, perhaps she'd not have had to deal with such permanent side effects.

" I don't think it is warm enough for that just yet, " they say, baby blues finally turning to adderpaw, who seems quick enough to join the conversation. It's startling, finding common ground with cats he usually holds at such distance. Perhaps the whole 'socializing' thing wouldn't be so bad, if only they continued to approach her first. Sleekserpent supposes they'll just have to wait and see.

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