stop making sense / bad luck day

[Buckwish]

It is a wonder - in most respects - that Buckwish even reached adulthood without at least one bout of spontaneous combustion. Undeniably, his tender fortitude and delicate constitution held little ability to withstand a warrior's lifestyle without a little... meltdown... from time to time. But nevertheless! Buckwish made due with a tremulous smile and a few words of reassurance from his mothers or sisters (whether they truly meant them or not.)

Today's adventure was not meant to be anything more than peaceful. A quiet fishing trip, perhaps a bit boring but nothing to be heated over. It was foolproof! Well... of course, until it wasn't.

It started with the trout that he could not seem to hook. Then it was the chub that he did manage to catch !.... about five seconds before it slapped him in the face and leapt away back to the water. And then it was the combination of those things that made his stomach churn (he was ruining this wasn't he? this was supposed to be fun what what why howwwww -)

"I swear I can fish. I did it for my assessment. Why - why can't I fish today?" It came out a pout, his lower lip wobbling childishly. Could this GET any worse?

@robinheart @willowroot
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[GULLPAW]

Gullpaw had been training with Troutgleam, when they stumbled across the trio. Tilting his head curiously, he watched for a moment as Buckwish seemingly struggled with successfully catching a trout. Unable to contain himself, the tom was quick to bounce over just in time to hear his childish pout. Rather than entirely tease him, Gullpaw was quick to try and offer comedic relief, and encourage the warrior. "If it makes you feel any better Troutgleam flung me into the river during training today!" His dripping fur only proves his statement, which is met by a deep laugh from within his belly as he sits beside the warrior. Tossing his tail over Buckwish's shoulder's in a manly, bro-hug manner, he looks down at the trout that was seemingly taunting Buckwish. "Come on! Try it again! You'll only get better with practice! Besides, trout can be pretty heavy. I have to use my paw and my jaws to haul them out sometimes."

wont you fall for meㅤ 𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤINFO.ㅤ/ㅤ10/31/2024

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  ■■■■■■■■ ✶ gullpaw. apprentice of riverclan ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆｡𖦹°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
  𓇼ㅤamab male, he/hims | bisexual, single
  𓇼ㅤ10 moons old | ages every 00/31/00
  𓇼ㅤapprentice | mentored by tba
  𓇼ㅤlonghaired blue point w/low white
  𓇼ㅤnpc xx npc | close with who
  𓇼ㅤwritten by halimede, ic opinions | tags‎

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[carawaysong]

-ˋˏ ༻✧༺ ˎˊ- carawaysong, perhaps dishonorably so, is not spurred to offer warm words like gullpaw. she was nothing if not amused, subtly, by her older siblings failures. when a fish had smacked him and escaped back into the river, she had held her tongue, darting her muzzle beneath the surface to hide a laugh. she wanted buckwish to do well, truly, but his whines were grating on a peaceful afternoon, and he wouldn't get any better through gullpaw's coddling.

"maybe they just don't like your whining," she gripes teasingly, lips curved into a grin just soft enough to show she hardly meant it. there was a valid criticism there, she thought so at least, and that was the story she'd stick to if willowroot were to get on her tail. "toughen up! there's plenty of fish in here just waiting for you to catch them. they're saying 'buckwish, please, we're tired of swimming, we want to be caught! we want to be eaten!'" the warrior mimics in a high pitched voice as she prances to her brother's unoccupied side, flicking his flank gently with the tip of her tail. to prove her point, she crouches next to the river, tilting her head so an ear was just a touch above the surface. "i can hear 'em now, they're practically begging."

BLOOD IS RUNNING DEEP ˎˊ───‎ ༺ SOME THINGS NEVER SLEEP ‎‎‎⚔︎

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  CARAWAYSONG ✩ SHE/HER, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN, 14 ☾'s
  ⭃ a tall and slender longhaired silver tabby with olive green eyes.
  ⭃ willowroot x poppysplash / / currently mentoring none.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[GILLSIGHT]

Having been a warrior for some time now, Gillsight is more than aware of the trials and tribulations that come with fishing. He's had his own failures — some more embarrassing than others — of course, his own tales that he'd rather not share, but knows others were witness to. Just like he is to Buckwish's blunder. The black and white tom tries to stifle his laughter, though his gaze gives away his amusement.

" S-Some days are b-better than others, " he tells the younger warrior in assurance, " S-Some d-days I still fish n-no better than an… an a-apprentice. " He can only be grateful a day like that hasn't arrived in some time, he supposes.
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[bubbleburst]

〔✦〕Bubbleburst had been a bit of a late bloomer in the practical skills department. In many ways, she is still lacking. Her combat skills are faulty, and she has poor strategy on the battlefield. However, she makes up for it with her diplomacy and hunting. Either way, she feels for Buckwish's feeling of inadequacy. Though she never felt that way herself, she still pities him and his quivering expression as he expresses his exasperation. And it isn't like Carawaysong is helping much either.

"Maybe you're just overthinking it," Bubbleburst suggests gently. She doesn't wish to further rub salt into the metaphorical wound that Carawaysong has potentially created. But Buckwish isn't an apprentice, and she doesn't know how to offer him any real advice. She nods after Gillsight: "He's right. And fish can be tricky sometimes! It isn't like you're hunting for something that even walks on the same grounds we do."

sucker love, a box i choose ( no other box i choose to use ) !!

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• BUBBLEBURST —— warrior of riverclan , mentoring twinklepaw . mudjaw x breezeflower . littermate to swanpaw ✦ penned by carat
  ✦ she/her / 16 moons & ages every 13th
  ✦ single / bisexual / open to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— not a strong fighter, often prefers diplomacy and strategy over strength and battle skills
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a mediumhaired silver marbled tabby with moderate white and blue eyes

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[willowroot]

( ☾ ) luckily for her son, and perhaps unluckily for her daughter, willowroot does approach, a soft look of encouragement decorating her narrow face. she's been on a walk with robinheart, one more chance to stretch her former apprentice's legs before the girl returns to the warriors' den. they've come upon the sight of her dejected looking son surrounded by his peers, and as carawaysong speaks, willowroot tsks her tongue. "cara, love," she reproaches, flicking her younger daughter over the ears with her feathery tail. "he's doing his best." verdant eyes find the honey yellows of her older son, offering the young man a tender smile. reminders of his namesake filter through her conscious mind, the thought that, in another life, buckwish might've been taught by buckgait - certainly she would have taught him well.

"we're all a bit on edge, darling," she will remind him, flicking her tail in agreement with bubbleburst and gillsight. "perhaps the fish have gotten trickier since the flood. certainly feels that way," it doesn't actually, at least not to willowroot, but she's noticed some cats having more issues than others recently. it's a fine excuse, anyway. "come on, let's all stop standing here and try again." slender paws gesture to the muddy bank, expectant eyes watching as the younger warriors return to their duties. she finds robinheart's sunlit gaze, a quirk of her lips showing the slight amusement she feels at the sight. "care to do a bit of fishing, little bird?"

THE ECHOING HYMN ☾ OF MY FELLOW PASSERINE

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• WILLOWROOT ☾ SHE / THEY, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN. 46 MOONS. MENTORING ECHOPAW. PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a long-haired black smoke oriental with sage-green eyes. smoky long fur coats the length of willowroot's lithe body, cut through with dark ghost stripes. friendly sage green eyes that narrow in an almond shape, and her muzzle and limbs are thin and long due to her oriental heritage.

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[robinheart]

// sorry for how late this is!

The tortoiseshell queen limps alongside her former mentor turned adoptive aunt. Her days in the nursery are numbered – a long time spent nestled away in insulated dens with prey delivered day after day. Robinheart knows her hunting and fishing abilities will be rusty. She doesn't even anticipate using them today, but it seems the scene her and Willowroot stumble upon will change that.

The polite molly dips her head in greeting to those gathered at the riverbank. She stays a pace away as Willowroot greets their children; grown warriors though they tease each other as if still nursery residents. It sparks hope in her chest that her kits will still cling to their bonds even through apprenticeship and beyond.

The offer to fish with them is extended to the queen and Robinheart smiles softly as she dips her head in agreement. It would not hurt to try her paw at fishing after all these moons (even if the thought of it stirs bittersweet memories of curled ears and stone hued fur). "I haven't fished in a long time, but I would love to give it a go," she replies sweetly. Perhaps her rusty moves and go getter attitude will spark some newfound confidence in Buckwish – if Carawaysong's teasing hadn't done so already.​

[ penned by kerms ]​