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[parsnippaw]

It's no lie that news spread around camp like wildfire. Before the boy had gotten apprenticed there was a warrior ceremony, and unfortunately... The ceremony in question had flown over his head, but it had belonged to Snakehiss. He remembers hearing from Pa that him and Sparkspirit had returned smellin' like something fierce, something about an assessment or whatever. Parsnip had wanted to ask about it but hadn't had time until now, as Flametrot drops him back off at camp to rest until they go out later in the day.

The apprentice finds the warrior he was thinking of somewhere in camp, eyes narrowed. Theres a burning question that begs to be asked and Parsnip is fearless facing the very fangs of the Snake. "So what exactly happened?" he asks it, voice monotone despite his interest in the subject. He realizes with a joly he needed to add more context, cause the queen that took care of him told him he needed to start elaborating on what he meant. "Did ya really fight off a whole badger?" finally there is more emotion, his eyes wide as he stares up at the bigger warrior. "Was it scary? I reckon it was. You fought it off with just the both of you?" he tilts his head, but he's never known Snakehiss to be a fearful type. Perhaps Snakehiss faced it head on, with nothing but determination and claws. Oh, that'd be real cool, and it's an even cooler picture to conjure in his mind.

// pls wait for @SNAKEHISS !! <3​

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[SNAKEHISS]

Snakehiss can't say that he's particularly fond of children, the snot-nosed little brats. They were mostly all the same in his eyes; curious about everything, loud, sticking their nose everywhere. He took care to avoid them as much as he could, but it was hard to ignore something that came bounding straight up to him. Snakehiss was about to tell the newly-made apprentice (Parsnippaw, was it?) to buzz off when he began inquiring about his assessment. Huh, word had gotten out, it seemed.

A feeling of pride, of glory from his dangerous encounter, swells in his chest. "Hm? Oh, yeah." Snakehiss meows, lifting his head. As if his ego needed to be inflated!

"It's actually quite a riveting story... if you'd care to hear it." A half-lidded stare examines his claws for a moment, simply wanting to give the young apprentice a chance to plead to hear the tale. It was jam-packed with action and thrills; it deserved to accumulate more attention should he decide to tell it!​

 

[sparkspirit]

There's an old, brief heartbeat of envy that Parsnippaw had gone to Snakehiss first– then, just as quickly, it's smothered. It wasn't his assessment, after all. His own had gone smoothly. There were no desperate fights to prove oneself, and certainly no badgers to contend with. He can still see those claws in the back of his mind. Long and blunt-tipped but strong as fangs. He can imagine the way it would have pierced his hide as the angry beast loomed over him. They had been lucky. Snakehiss had forgiven him at just the right time. Strange to call it that. They'd been at odds for so many moons that for him to stand near him again and be uncertain if he would be driven off– with tentative peace between them, Sparkspirit will have to find a new touchstone. Never will the warrior admit to him being as such to begin with.

The rust-patched warrior does not say anything at first, simply sits down nearby with a mouse between his paws and arches a brow expectantly. Instead of the typical animosity, there may even be a bit of amusement in his expression.

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• sparkspirit, sparky. dmab male, he - him - his.
  ──── moor runner warrior of windclan; is very loyal to his clan.
  ──── 09 moons old. born on 12.15.22, and ages 85% real time.
  ──── echolight x elmbreeze, adopted by yewberry. brightfam?
  
  a long-limbed, trim mock tortoiseshell tom with mostly black fur splashed with the occasional patch orange. he has a singular white mark on the back of his neck shaped similarly to a lightning strike, and a small scar across the bridge of his nose. his eyes are a shocking electric blue.
  
  his apprenticeship has treated sparkspirit well. a newly-named warrior, he is lean and well-muscled, with paws accustomed to long treks throughout the moorland. he is deceptively sturdy and heavier than one might expect.

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[cottonsprig]

The story of Snakehiss' and Sparkspirit's venture finds itself only just short of becoming a tale for kittens. Like many battles and wars, cats can find it easy to twist the truth and make themselves look better. Cottonpaw wouldn't dare claim that the black furred tom is a possible fibber - especially whilst his partner in crime is only a few fox-lengths away - but her curiosity yet again gains on her and she stills in her tracks, wondering what details, if any, Snakehiss will omit.

"I doubt Parsnippaw would ask you questions, just to not hear the story," Cottonpaw snarks, her tone remaining good-natured. Her fluffy tail curls around her paws as she sits tight, her own smile growing brighter with excitement. "Go on - tell."​

 

[Periwinklebreeze.]

❀​❀ I AM SORRY THIS IS ALWAYS HOW IT GOES ❀❀​

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periwinklebreeze & 12 moons & demi-boy & he/they & windclan moor runner​

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Like sparkspirit, periwinklebreeze says little - watching in silence from the sidelines. Snakehiss is far from the boys favorite cat, too angry, too rude, but he is just as interested as the others as to what had transpired - whether it's the truth of the matter, or not. He's never seen a badger, only heard stories and descriptions, but can't imagine it was any fun to experience - something akin to his fox run-ins, he supposes.

— the wind blows loudest when you&#039;ve got your eyes closed ❀

• Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
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• — a lithe figured black and white tom with a false-pointed pattern and clear blue eyes that gleam periwinkle in the right lighting. he seems perpetually worn and exhausted, with heavy bags beneath his eyes and a slouched figure. he has a speech impediment which leaves him with a stutter and sometimes even completely non-verbal, and his fluffy tail is adorned with daisies.
  
  — physically medium && mentally easy && pacifist
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay allowed
  — please attack using [b][color=#ccccff]action here[/color][/b] and tag account

 

[SEDGEPOUNCE]

"A badger?" Sedgepaw gasps blithely. He's making a joke, of course—everyone had heard about Sparkspirit and Snakehiss' daring escapade during their hastily combined exams. Secrets weren't exactly easy to keep in WindClan, especially with their nefarious gaggle of gossiping apprentices spilling the details of what everyone saw Bluepool eating for breakfast that morning or whatever, but this story wasn't meant to be contained.

He's shed his misgivings about the meeting, for the most part. Sedgepaw can't help but to feel a sting of...something, at not yet being named a warrior. It's hard to pinpoint what exactly that something even is. It's a knot in his chest. Disconnected thoughts which race, unintelligible and frantic, in the back of his mind. A stress which locks up all his limbs and keeps him orbiting the medicine den like the earth to the sun.

But it's also a contemplation. The whole mess of his ceremony came from his unfortunate run-in with the fox, and the fact that he'd rushed at it unthinkingly to help Snakehiss. That's something he and Sparkspirit have in common, maybe.

He doesn't regret what happened. It's just...

He's not really sure.

For now, Sedgepaw pads closer, leering mischievously at Snakehiss and Parsnip-paw as the younger apprentice shoots off rapid fire questions. His own comments are meant to be playful, rather than confrontational. He grins lopsided as he asks: "You fought it off with one paw, right Snakehiss? Or maybe with your eyes closed?" Waiting to hear the true story straight from the source. It's unfortunate how badgers and foxes and things swarm to Snakehiss like flies to a corpse. Maybe it's just something about him.​