pafp stand in the mirror \\ camp, telling stories

[oakrumble]

-ˋˏ If Oakrumble was a sight for sore eyes before the altercation with the rogues... then stars be good, she cannot imagine how she appears. The claw marks on her chin are healing alright but Oakrumble still gives the nursery a wide berth. She does this with the worry that the innocent minds of kits may twist the imagine of herself into something more monster-like. Oakrumble thought the way she appears did not bother herself but since the cuts began to welt it dawned upon her it was just one more thing tarnishing her exterior. She'd never fess up to the festering self image problems but Oakrumble knows how to ignore her feelings sufficiently well and is not wary to seek the comfort of her friendships to take her mind away from it all.

"Nasty looking?" Oakrumble couldn't even avoid the two-toned stare of her oldest friend upon her new scars, but nor could she blame Beechdapple. It was a queer thing to get used to a new addition on her own body, Oakrumble knew to give her grace as they all adjust to the makeover. She chortles with a gleam in her dark eyes,"I got 'em back for it..." Oakrumble leans back on her haunches and swipes playfully at Beechdapple with her broad paws.

"Imagine this: three rogues chasin' that newcomer... Oh, what's her face... Fiona! I knew what had to be done, as I do....!" The torbie settles back down, long tail lashing excitedly as she waits for Beechdapple to ask for more of the story about how she received her wounds. Might as well act like it's some heroic story, better than moping about

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌──HOW DO YOU SEE ME? ⋅⚘⋅ AM I WHO I USED TO BE ──┐‎

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  OAKRUMBLE ❋ she/her, warrior of skyclan, 56 moons.
  ☼ lh chocolate torbie, stout and muscular she-cat with an overbite.
  ☼ important relations blah blah idk
  ☼ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☼ penned by @ken_Unot, feel free to dm for plots on disc!
  

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[BEECHDAPPLE]

【‧͙⁺˚*･🌤】 the nature of beauty has always been one of the more complicated topics to dissect, a shapeless form both intangible and tangible that somehow can hold so much meaning and value depending on who you ask and what in question is being referred to as such. it's a concept beechdapple has learned to appreciate more now that she is getting up there in moons but lately has begun to notice how much this idea of beauty affects the self-image and confidence of some of her clanmates, one of them being the very torbie infront of her who sits infront spinning a tale of how she had gotten the current scar.

oakrumble had always been good at masking their problems beneath her jovial personality but nothing could ever escape the ever observant eye of a warrior who's seen it all before. she is promptly pulled from worried thoughts when a broad paw swipes in her direction, an amused smile curling easily at the corners of her scruffy maw as the calico falls back into the moment. "three whole rogues against one mighty oakrumble? now this is somethin' i gotta know more about! tell me, did ya beat them 'till they were cryin out for their mother? i bet they were sayin' have mercy on us oh great and powerful warrior of skyclan!!" beechdapple exclaims with a flair of even more added dramatics but still carried a geniune interest in learning more while a hefty white paw comes up towards her forehead to mimic what she believed happened with the rogues before letting out a hearty laugh.

.·:*¨ IF YOU HAVE LOST THE RIGHT TRACK ☄. *. ⋆ THEN ILL LEAD YOU RIGHT BACK ¨*:·.

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• BEECHDAPPLE —— senior warrior of skyclan , mentoring none. plum x dapper . littermate to two npcs ✦ penned by cobatic
  ✦ cis female / she | her / ages every 6th
  ✦ single / bisexual polyamorous / open to puppy-crushes, crushes, romance.
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  
  —— battle notes
  
  ✦ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

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[spicepurr]

Spicepaw hadn't been there that day - but, in all honesty, the she-cat imagines the story like most others. Rogues have been a much too common threat about their border with the twolegplace lately, though admittedly one that the apprentice hadn't paid much mind to before today (and likely after, too.) Cats like to wander and explore when they're not bound by rules of society, and while she would rather rogues not hurt her Clanmates, she cannot help but figure that they're just trying to survive, too.

That said, it sounds like the ones Oakrumble tussled with were less 'just trying to get by' and more 'stirring trouble because they can.'

Spicepaw isn't usually too interested with stories, but perhaps through the power of Oakrumble and Beechdapple's friendship, she's drawn in. Her short tail twitches with minor amusement, "I bet they raced up the trees, only to find that that is where she's quickest," she attempts to join in the fun, though it's awkward at best.​

 

[FIGFEATHER]

She was setting down a bundle of twigs at the walls of the nursery when she overheard the beginnings of the tale. Figfeather points her nose at the material bundle to show the apprentice who was working on reinforcing the den where she’s set them and then draws away, nearing the trio that had gathered.

Beechedapple’s booming laugh has at last died down and Spicepaw’s awkward attempt to join in is sounded. Awkwardness hardly phases Figfeather, especially from younger cats, and she murmurs an agreement. ”Did you really help Fiona out with three rogues?” Knowing that Oakrumble could be a humorous she-cat she was not certain if they were pulling legs. ”Or do you exaggerate?”

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[oakrumble]

-ˋˏ Oakrumble blanches under her brown fur when she realizes the way in which she pitches the story to Beechdapple sounds like Oakrumble singlehandedly defeated three rogues. Her chest billows with a rough deep-chested laugh as she realizes her mistake, tail slapping the floor in amusement. Now Figfeather and Spicepaw arrive to hear the full story, having heard the beginnings of Oakrumble's ramblings.

"Oh! Stars, no! I'd never think I could beat three rogues on my lonesome! I mean, I haven't tried yet!" She guffaws, lifting forepaw to scratch at the scabs on her face before using it to point at Spicepaw dramatically. "Y'know, they were too stupid to even climb the trees! But you're right, I coulda hunted them down like a squirrel in a tree had they done that." Oakrumble turns her attention back to Beechdapple but projects her voice for the little audience that gathers.

"I charge right in, heh! Bat takes on another one, and my, I don't even remember who had gone after the third, but he turned tail quickly too. I use my weight to throw down the rogue, y'know... kinda flip 'em." Her harsh tone turns wistful as the recollection of the rogue brings the complete rerun of that moment to the forefront of her mind. The phantom taste of blood blooms in her mouth and she attempts to not let this memory tarnish the story she intends to finish. Oakrumble knows her only true contribution to the clan is her ruthless strength, but the bloodshed does not come easier even after all these moons. "His claws are sharp as a hawk's! Tore into my chin.. eh, y'all can see it! Pretty terrible, isn't it. Worth it for the young dame we rescued, I'd say. It was smart for him to do that, I had him pinned pretty good and was gonna leave him with a few more 'goodbye gifts' if he did not leave.... swiftly." One of those large paws of Oakrumble's paws raise again to bat twice at Beechdapple, landing soft taps on the calico's shoulder. "So whatdya say, Beech? Am I hero?

Nevermind the way Fiona looked at Oakrumble when the fight concluded, the sheer fear in the she-cat's eyes when Oakrumble turned with tendril like cuts on her face and blood staining her creamy chest.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌──HOW DO YOU SEE ME? ⋅⚘⋅ AM I WHO I USED TO BE ──┐‎

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  OAKRUMBLE ❋ she/her, warrior of skyclan, 56 moons.
  ☼ lh chocolate torbie, stout and muscular she-cat with an overbite.
  ☼ important relations blah blah idk
  ☼ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☼ penned by @ken_Unot, feel free to dm for plots on disc!
  

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[SILVERSMOKE]

On the outskirts of the conversation, the spotted tabby curiously listened to Oakrumble's war story, unhesitant to show his interest as he may have been some moons ago. His own run-in, though over a moon ago, still felt as fresh as the scars that sat upon the middle of his back. He'd learned of a life taken that day only some time later, his own teeth having methodically cut down a rogue that had threatened a trespassing stranger. At the time, he hadn't thought he'd caused enough damage for it to happen, but adrenaline was a powerful thing, strong enough to cloud the mind and memory, something he'd thought he'd learned to control better than he had - but pain had been a good motivator in seeing another hurt tenfold.

He did not wish to be a hero or a villain, just a servant to SkyClan and a good mate to Johnnyflame. Until he'd learned what he'd done, he thought himself having committed a good deed. Now? It seemed just as marred as him - perhaps the rogue did deserve to die for attacking a kittypet, but it had not been his justice to dish out.

Silversmoke rapidly blinked back to reality as Oakrumble finished her tale, prodding Beechdapple for a response in the process. "If his claws were free, he should've gone for your eyes, or your belly." He pictured a scenario in his head perhaps quite different from reality, where a rogue was cowering beneath the tree-trunk of a she-cat that had him pinned. "I guess if he's bullying defenceless cats he's not going to be a strong fighter." That should've been the case for most bullies, so how had Silversmoke managed to find one that knew how to fight a warrior? Had he thought Belphegor was one and prepared for it?

He caught himself daydreaming false hypotheticals again and swallowed air. 'Stars, I need to stop making excuses for myself. It wasn't anything to do with him being strong, it was me being sentimental.'

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