pafp sour times // tour

[icebreath]

TAGS — On one hand, Icepaw's glad to be showing Silverpaw around the territory; she wants to prove to him and the higher ups that she's a good and responsible role model. On the other hand, she does not like this kid and has no interest in coddling a kittypet. Let him figure it out himself, test his meddle. She wouldn't be surprised if his genes and upbringing made him slow and stupid, however, unable to absorb it all and commit it to memory on his own. Clearly he has some level of intelligence, though, if he'd managed to best Firepaw in combat. That had been a shock to hear, and if she were braver she'd have half a mind to poke fun at the other molly for it. They'd avoided her instead; surely it destroyed her mood and they didn't want to fall victim to her temper, especially considering she'd lost in front of Sootstar herself! There's no coming back from that.

Icepaw's always businesslike when working, but especially so right now. No horsing around; Silverpaw's doubtlessly inclined toward laziness already, so she should try to be stern like Sootstar is with the two kittypets that've weaseled their way into the clan. "This path is called Rabbit's Run," she remarks briskly, stopping in front of a long stretch of flattened grass. "The moor-runner apprentices use it a lot to work on stamina and speed for hunting." The tunnelers' training differs given the vastly contrasting environment they hunt in; tight and contained movements are imperative in such a confined space. Though sometimes she still races along the highway to keep her own skills sharp. The little molly fixes her blank gaze ahead; she's been making it a point not to look too much at Silverpaw since the tour began. "I'd suggest getting on that quickly; I'm sure you've got a lot of catching up to do." Her tone isn't hostile, but it's clipped.

@SILVERPAW​

 

[SILVERTHORN]

ALL NIGHT GAMER​

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The camp had become somewhat constricting after a few days. Same faces, same patterns, and the distinct lack of fresh information to absorb in. Yes, it had been too much to begin with, but eventually it had become too little. There wasn't enough stimulation to sate his needs, so when the opportunity to tour the world beyond the camp's walls was presented to him he jumped at the chance.

He was back to being somewhat overwhelmed by the new information and scents, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. At last his mind was finally able to be busy again and he craved the stimulation. "Perhaps. I guess learning to run fast is my next step, considering I can already out-fight some of your best apprentices." Silverpaw wasn't beyond making underhanded comments back against the wild cats. "What else is there to see? I've heard talk about a pool of water, and something about a really big rock."
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[SMOKESTEP]

TAGS — "Best is a stretch," Smokepaw rumbles below his breath when he happens upon his fellow tunneler. He still struggles to see Silverpaw as an apprentice, despite the name he wore- the one that Sootstar gave him. Maybe even she could be prone to lapses in judgement. But really, Firepaw wasn't WindClan's best apprentice, nor was she one of WindClan's strongest warriors- this kit has a big head to think he can talk as big as he does.

Smokepaw's amber gaze fixes first on Icepaw, as friendly a look as the stone-faced tom can manage. It seems to say something along the lines of sorry you got stuck with him. His ear twitches when the kittypet decides he has more to say, trying to prompt along their tour. Smokepaw's expression sours. Why should Silverpaw be shown around and treated like any other WindClan cat? He'd gotten in on a fluke alone; Smokepaw would love to see him repeat his victory, to prove to the rest of the clan that he'd earned his position. There's just no way that he belongs here.

"Hi Icepaw," he decides to greet, conspicuous in the way that he does not acknowledge the other 'apprentice' present. His tail flicks. "Where are you, uh, headed? I can tag along."​

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[Firefang]

She hates Silverpaw. She would pray to Starclan for a day to one day come where she'd get the honor of ripping out his throat, he didn't deserve to live in Windclan not when he was a dirty rotten good for nothing Kittypet who fought like dirt and played cheap. He'd gotten lucky! She'd been tired and hurt and far from her prime, while he had a full belly of Twoleg trash it was a fluke that'd earned her the ire of Sootstar and only now had she begun to make up for the mistake of getting pinned by the little brat. She'd avoided him for the most part since, let him play pretend but it pissed her off to see him getting anywhere close to Icepaw and that's what brings her stomping over with nothing but bad intentions.

Her tail lashes as she catches his comment ❝Shut it dung-eater unless you wanna rematch❞ she snaps ❝one where I sure as the stars won't be holdin' back❞ had she held back, she wanst to say she had now in hindsight she sure hadn't taken the fight too seriously. She regrets not putting in her all into maiming this little snotnose, she could've sent him packing but she hadn't and who would've really thought this kittypet knew a damn thing about fighting anyway. He'd gone for her nose and kept relentlessly trying to tackle her no matter how much she made him bleed. Why didn't he just give up and run like any other kittypet? Her gaze would flit over his pelt looking for the marks her claws had scored ❝I hope those still sting, you'll be earning new ones soon enough whenever you start properly training.❞ she'd remark and it's a warning in a way, all apprentices dealt with the harsh blows of their mentors when they were first learning, if not throughout their training it was the way of Windclan.

She begins drawing unconsciously closer to Icepaw one paw stepping in front of the Tunnelers own as if guarding them. She wonders why they're wasting their time hanging around Silverpaw, she's sure most in the clan could care less if anyone helped this tom out. And if they made anyone do this painful task it should've been someone who deserved the trouble. Her brother is here, she should convince him to do it and make Icepaw come with her to do something else.

❝Why waste your time on giving this kit a tour? Sure whatever unfortunate warrior gets him as an apprentice will take him for one themselves❞ she'd say looking towards Icepaw ❝Let's ditch him and find somethin' fun to do❞​

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[Badgermoon]

Despite the fact that it was his apprentice who had lost - thus implying that his mentorship was to blame - Badgermoon couldn't quite find it in himself to hold it against Silverpaw. The young tom had won his fight in full view of Sootstar; she had welcomed him in, named him Silverpaw, and - it seemed - charged Icepaw with showing him around. Badgermoon would respect his Clanmates until they indicated that they were not deserving of his respect. This being said, he did understand how Silverpaw would, perhaps, not be a welcome sight to the other apprentices - they, after all, had needed to prove themselves time and time again. Soon enough, the ex-kittypet would learn - and if he didn't, well...Badgermoon was sure SkyClan's borders were open. The deputy paused alongside his dark-furred apprentice and tried to bump his shoulder against hers, half as a reprimand for her foul manners and half as a consolation, a gesture perhaps meant roughly to convey "play nice - we'll get him next time". "We have two 'really big rocks', in fact. Which one are you talking about - the one in camp or the one outside?" surely he had seen the Tallrock by now - it was the heart of camp, for StarClan's sake!​

 

[SILVERTHORN]

ALL NIGHT GAMER​

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Silverpaw doesn't miss the fact that Smokepaw didn't address him and it spurs him to fold his ears back in annoyance. He longs to scold the other but he honestly doesn't feel as though there's a point. Not when he had bigger fish to fry, given that Firepaw had decided to make herself known to them whether he liked it or not. Already his fur was beginning to prickle and he could feel the itch in his claws as the longing for a round two danced on his mind. "Always up for one, and I'll happily do it in front of Sootstar again if it continues to prove my worth." He remarks sharply with a hard stare. "And how's the nose? Can you smell the shit coming out of your mouth yet?"

Wait... they were going to ditch him? No, he wasn't keen on that, not when he genuinely wanted to see the territory. This time he didn't know what to say so he merely scoffed and looked away from the other apprentices. It wasn't like Badgermoon's presence brought him any peace of mind either. He had kinda liked the tom at first, but now he wasn't particularly keen on any of them. "The one outside. I've already seen the one in the camp and grown tired of it."
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[icebreath]

TAGS — She bristles a little in response to Silverpaw's counter, but in his defense, he's kind of right. She really doesn't get how Firepaw managed to lose that fight, whether or not she's one of the clan's better apprentices. But despite her own judgmental musings, she's reluctant to give this kittypet all of the credit for obvious reasons. Maybe Firepaw had just been having an off day; maybe she hadn't slept enough, or Sootstar's appraising eyes had anxiously thrown her off. He'd definitely been fattened up from the slop his twolegs fed him, too; a dishonorable, downright embarrassing excuse for an advantage over a hungry yet honorable clan cat. Maybe the kittypet fought dirty, or cheated somehow. They wouldn't put it past cats of his ilk. They do their best to think of a retort since one is clearly in order, but frustratingly they draw a blank — typical. Self-conscious irritation brings a frown to her face.

Smokepaw's arrival provides a welcome respite from the tension, an ally, and a bit of an excuse for her failure in the form of a distraction; she eagerly looks up with a weak smile that doesn't reach her sky blue eyes. "Hey." Her murmur nearly overlaps with Silverpaw's question, which pulls her gaze to the younger apprentice, although her friend's words yank it right back to him. They're well aware of the way he ignores Silverpaw altogether and can't find it in themselves to particularly care. "We're—" She's swiftly cut off by Firepaw's aggressive entrance. Usually the dark-furred molly's harsh attitude is grating at best and upsetting at worst, but today Icepaw has nothing but sympathy for her. If anyone deserves her ire, it's Silverpaw. She merely watches passively as the pair butt heads, admittedly a bit impressed — but mostly annoyed — by the latter's nerve. Though her ears prick up, a new light flashing in her eyes, when Firepaw partially steps in front of her in what feels like a protective gesture of sorts. No, it's probably just to draw a line between Silverpaw and the real apprentices; for his sake, not hers. Yeah, that makes more sense. What kind of protection would she need from a little kittypet? Not that she has much height on him, if any at all.

Firepaw's offer throws her off a bit, especially after that rationalization. How far they've come, for her to want to hang out together like that; seems Icepaw has proven herself to be at least decent company. But before they let themselves get too carried away, they tell themselves that she just wants to look unified in front of Silverpaw, to remind him of his own place on the outskirts of the other apprentices' circle. Yeah, that's all it is. Even though she hadn't invited Smokepaw. They have it out for each other, though, she rationalizes again.

"I can't," she says apologetically, however much she might want to, with a slow shake of her head. She stands up straighter when she notices Badgermoon's approach, offering him a dip of her head upon his arrival. She can't imagine Silverpaw's talking about the Tallrock; it's such a central, noticeable part of the camp. And his reply confirms it, though his attitude once again rubs her the wrong way — though the only thing to imply this is the slight narrowing of her eyes. "That's called Outlook Rock; it's not too far from here. You guys are welcome to come." With that, she starts padding off at a slow pace, expecting at least Smokepaw and her charge to follow.
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[SUNSTAR]

Sunstride had reacted with mirth, when the kittypet had first shown his face upon their border. He had the intensity they so loved upon these moors, and he did not understand — perhaps still could not understand — how they had allowed the rogues in, but could not accept this kittypet. There had been softness to him, of course, but only so far as to be well-fed when they had not been. Such things would make for a powerful asset, in times of struggle. And he had fought Firepaw, too. Fearlessly and without concern for his own safety. Even this desperation could be shaped by a clever mind. Yet as his clanmates struggle against the current of Silverpaw's inevitability, they hone him to something far different than what might be useful. Perhaps his desperation to prove himself before Sootstar could still mean something. The longer he is immersed in this clan, the less he knows as certain.

"Careful now," he chuckles, with a deliberate ease to his shoulders. There is no aggression in his approach; he lacks even the uncertainty of some, as if they may be tainted by this kittypet. Though he worries of it, at times, that speaking gently to the kittypets may damage his place here, it does not show upon his face. "That rock may hold the most important moments of your life. If you should prove yourself here, it will be beneath that very stone that you earn your name. Have you heard of these apprentices' exploits? You might learn from them, if you listen." He does not truly expect as much. Of what he knows of Silverpaw, pride seems to rule the apprentice. Pride, bravado, and no small amount of rage. There is certainly a reason for Sunstride's amusement.

﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤

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• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, uses he - him. thirty-four moons old. warrior of windclan and former rogue.
  —— cautious of clan life, but an apt learner. encourages close bonds between clanmates.
  —— loyalty uncertain, cares for those surrounding him. undoubtedly closest to wolfsong.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red at its base and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.
• "speech"

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