camp STICK SEASON ♥ lizard

[Petalnose]

//Tw: lizard feeling threatened

Toes sprawled against a frail body of scales, nails lightly pinning upon the body in threat of life.

Fur it had climbed across, fur of a soul whom was not as forgiving as some. A peaceful break was rewarded after a patrol only to be interupted by brave skittering feet. An endeavor it was on, one that would just as quickly be interupted as the beast's peace was. It skirmed for it's life, swiveling each way and spoiling its own scales underneath claws that only put in an ounce or few of weight. Quiet sounds of what seemed to be similar to an old tree creaking voiced throughout the frail creature as it struggled.

A gaze of indignation stared down at the helpless and vulnerable life. Claws started to ease more weight upon them; the scared soul's life was up to the beast and she seemed to have made up her mind.

Then, a tail departed from the frail body past her claws. Eyelids fluttered but her claws did not move, watching the tail squirm around on the earth beside her. Her face screwed up in disgust, mix matched ears pinning against her skull.

She knew of these beings were able to drop their hind limb, but how could a creature be capable of such?

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[Flutterpaw ☆]

Flutterpaw had never really seen a lizard up close. He had definitely heard of them in passing - scaly little things that liked to sunbathe along the banks of the river on the warmed stones - but as far coming nose to nose? You could count Flutterpaw out. He didn't really like the idea of something that felt like the equivalent of an angry fish with legs. That just seemed unnatural.

But clearly, it could get worse.

Flutterpaw watched in horror as the lizard in Petalnose's grasp dropped its tail. Unnatural indeed! Oh, that was absolutely nasty! "Petalnose, is it supposed to do that?"​

 

[FERNGILL]

Oh- he'd heard of this not long ago, a lizard spotted while land-hunting. A fellow apprentice had lunged for the prize, spouting tips after she'd caught it- and he'd believed her then. It seemed an unfathomable thing, but he'd believed it- and now, now, Fernpaw knew he was right to have believed it! A bright grin blazed sun-bright upon his face, aquamarine eye lit with fascination at the sight- even though, to most, this'd spur a wrinkled nose and a retch.

"Oh, I heard of this," he commented, head tilted to one side. Interest burned bright in his eyes, and... a faint sense of triumph. It wasn't often that Fernpaw was faced with something he actually knew something about, though he resisted revelling in the feeling. He doubted he was the only one. "It's why you're not s'posed to catch them by their tails." Or so he'd heard. Land hunting wasn't his strong suit, admittedly. ​

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[SMOKESTAR]

"...you've saved us."
It is stated with his usual droll commentary though deeply amused, having watched from his nearby perch upon smooth warm stones with laced paws and a light tilt to his posture. Laying on his stomach was, frankly, impossible right now-he was forced at an angle, tipped to his side somewhat and he hated how exposing it felt to have to lounge this way but at least he was within the camp and not out on the territory otherwise he might not have been able to relax at all. Smokethroat's tail flicked, twitched where it lay stretched behind him and he offered a yawn before finally speaking once more and confirming what Fernpaw had said with a little more background, "Used to see them often in the marsh, can't say I miss having to track them down. They dart quicker than some fish do and fish don't leave you with only a partial bite if you happen to grab them wrong." It was a little insulting in a way, to be near starving and catch a lizard only to be left with the skinny strand of tail that could barely fill even the smallest of stomaches. Kits might get something from it, but a full grown cat would be left hungry and in despair.
"Those and frogs were the usual meals. Can't say I miss it too terribly." Smokethroat liked his fish and he wasn't inclined to change his diet unless absolutely necessary, he despised land hunting if he could avoid it and often times he was able to; with the exception to leafbare where a picky cat was forced to give up those habits fast.

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[✧ Stalkingpaw.]

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stalkingpaw & 10 moons & polygender & any pronouns & riverclan apprentice​

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Stalkingpaw doesn't mean to, really, but when she strides over to join fernpaw, she cant help it. Loud laughter bubbles up, the apprentice breaking into cheery giggles as she goes to bump his shoulder, green eyes glittering. "See? I told you they could do that," she says, her voice a mock-whisper once she can finally breath again through her humor. Smokethroats words catch her interest though, and she turns to listen attentively, eyes widening. What do frogs taste like? she's been wondering for a while now, and who better to ask than someone who claims to have once eaten them regularily.

— I've been waiting right here all my life ⊹˚

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[Petalnose]

Flutterpaw suddenly made her head turn but the question made the woman's head pull back upon the lizard that suddenly slipped through her grasp. She watched the creature dart with a small grumble, roughly plopping her rump down onto the earth. "Yeah, a defensive mechanism I think. Although, I wouldn't be so keen if dropping my tail even if I was caught. Maybe they hate it." A heavy shrug was met to her shoulders as her lip curled into disgust. She let her paw tap the tail away from her, how silly this simple move of survival was. Wouldn't an injured tail be better than no tail at all? On of the key components of balance and expression.

Fernpaw was next to the scene, quite surprised the tom knew of the species odd trick. "Quite peculiar, imagine if we were capable of doing such. " she grunted softly in amusement, though the look of disgust never left her face. However, she wasn't able to look away from it. It was quite interesting at the same time.


She took a big step away from the squirming tail, pulling her attention away to hear what Smokethroat had to say. Previous made prey he mentions, something that she might've consumed in the past but held no memory of doing such. She was sure it was gross, though only to substain hunger for awhile and avoid the slow deterioration of starvation. Petalnose hummed in interest, the image of starving clanmates bothered her. She hoped they wouldn't have a hefty leaf bare. "Let's hope we don't get into the situation where we have to hunt them again."

Laughter was heard from Stalkingpaw, watching the apprentice exchange a cheerful whisper to Fernpaw. Only assuming it was of the situation she caused, she shook her head in a lighthearted way.

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