camp TAKE IT OUT ON ME [ intro ]

[barkingtide]

Feather was toyed with between bored claws, a frown pressed to a clean muzzle. Barkingtide had been on patrol all morning, and with sunhigh, chosen to rest in the path of it's rays. Ears twitched briefly as he pressed against the ground with the feather, watching the light dance over the colors, trying to occupy his brain. And to anyone who would listen, she spoke, head tilting towards them. "It's... hot. Way too hot." He grunted.

They weren't the best warrior in camp, best swimmer. She wasn't the most ruthless or merciful- Barkingtide just was. She had always been in the background, almost one step behind the best. But that's not what she was good at, was it? Barkingtide's strength lay in the social matters, warm voices and jokes told. Perhaps a charismatic image, but otherwise left forlorn in terms of real friendships. After all, those that Barkingtide left told their secrets, spread the truth about her nature.

She was flaky- her commitment was zero, but she loved the idea of love. He wasn't ever consistent after about a moon, and Barkingtide themselves either broke it off, or silently let it fall away until the other half took it up awkwardly. But, besides that, Barkingtide liked to think himself a great friend! Just not.. a great lover. "Like, seriously way too hot. A splash in the water sounds fun." She sighed.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── I MISS THE SCREAMING ⋅❁⋅ THE WAY THAT YOU BLAME ME ──┐‎

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• BARKINGTIDE he/she/they, warrior of riverclan, twenty three moons.
  ⭃ LH red marbled tabby with low white and deep amber eyes. hair crests their face, with long fur dappling their entire body. warm looks and easy words make it easy to be around barkingtide
  ⭃ mentored by (npc) / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ no current love interest / / tba
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Gladefrost]

Her release date was from the medicine den was approved by Moonbeam, and thus she begun her official journey. No longer was she bound to the scent of overwhelmingly sweet or sour scent of herbs, her wounds now garnished into scars. Moments after she stepped out the den with feather-light steps, the bearing weight of Greenleaf hit her and her ears pin back in disdain. Troutsnout hated Greenleaf and it only got worst typically two moons into the season peaking with heightened humidity and heat. She had a thick long coat that made best for every other season besides this one, and it made her want to stay in the waters all day.

A voice catches her attention and a chambray gaze flicks over to the child of Coyotecreek, dark ears flicking momentarily. ”It is.” She responds as a tongue flattens a upturned tuft on her chest, eyes glancing at the scarred lacerations for a moment before tearing away. A plumed tail sways as she strides forward and crouches by the shallow waters, lapping up water to settle her thirst before splashing herself lightly to cool her face off. ”Get moss and wet it and lay it on your face.” Trout would advice as she lays by the water's edge, watching her reflection in the shimmering ripples.​

 

[SANDPELT]

ꕀꕀ Relaxing in the sunshine is a great way to spend one’s time when not occupied with patrols or other duties. Sandpelt has the gift of long but thin and silky fur, but some of his fluffier clanmates don’t have that advantage, and are practically boiling under the summertime sun’s hot rays. The tortoiseshell tom spots a couple of his less-fortunate clanmates resting near the water and paddles carefully toward them, a smile settling across his muzzle as he draws nearer and hears Barkingtide complaining about the heat. Troutsnout suggests that the other warrior could soak some moss to lie on her face, but Sandpelt likes Barkingtide’s first idea more.

"Splashin’ around in the water does sound mighty nice," he muses in response to the ginger tabby, a tilt of his head indicating his agreement. But he has a better idea—something that the she-cat will either love or hate. "Or… I could help ya out." Without pausing to give an explanation, the tom draws a paw through the water and swings it forward, aiming to splash Barkingtide with a pawful of water. Either they’ll hate it or they’ll love it, he thinks.

𓇢𓆸 you get on my nerves

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  SANDPELT ❯❯ he/him, warrior of riverclan
  ❀ pretty, silky-furred tan tortoiseshell with one yellow eye. calm and hardworking, but can become snappy if angered.
  ❀ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ❀ penned by foxlore

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[hazecloud]

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The warm seasons were one of Hazecloud's favorites as she took to sunbathing and summer noon naps like her lungs took to air. Her pelt may be long, layered in foggy gray hairs but it was wispy where her greenleaf-repelled Clanmates were dense. Defecting water as it was incapable of holding it in, making her move through the water with ease. She would dare say despite being born before any Clan walked the forests, she was born to become part of RiverClan.

"If you lay a bed of reeds over the sand it helps not feel so hot." The queen suggested, tilting her head back to dodge Sandpelt's amused gesture of... fun. "Though not as effective as dunking your entire self underwater. Nothing quite beats that."

✿ ———— I'll be your regular mama ✿ ————— And I'll put that gun away

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  Hazecloud
  —⊰⋅ Queen of RiverClan
  —⊰⋅ She/Her
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ LH blue smoke with green eyes.
  

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[barkingtide]

Troutsnout is quick to agree, and honestly, who could blame her? Barkingtide's eyes drifted across to the water that she crouches at, a soft sigh leaving her in thought, before other warriors were joining in with responses- well, a warrior and a queen. "Wet moss is a good idea too." She says softly, his eyes then moving towards Sandpelt.

And- she is covered in water! A gasp leaves Barkingtide as she pushes to her paws, face dripping. Well, it did help her cool down, but... their eyes shift towards the young warrior. "Hm... you know what. I think you're right, Hazecloud." Barkingtide chuffs out, and with raised fur and not much thought behind it, she aimed to leap at Sandpelt, hoping to push both him and herself into the water, submerging both of them at the same time.

Whether or not she was successful, Barkingtide surfaced with a gasp and a wide grin, sharp amber eyes turning towards the original offender.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── I MISS THE SCREAMING ⋅❁⋅ THE WAY THAT YOU BLAME ME ──┐‎

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• BARKINGTIDE he/she/they, warrior of riverclan, twenty three moons.
  ⭃ LH red marbled tabby with low white and deep amber eyes. hair crests their face, with long fur dappling their entire body. warm looks and easy words make it easy to be around barkingtide
  ⭃ mentored by (npc) / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ no current love interest / / tba
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[SANDPELT]

ꕀꕀ Hazecloud dodges his splash, but Barkingtide isn’t so dexterous, it seems. Sandpelt’s muzzle displays an amused smile when the other warrior stands up in shock, but quickly it turns to concern as they respond to Hazecloud’s comment. "Huh-"

He doesn’t get to finish the sentence, lone eye going wide with surprise as he’s pounced upon by the ginger she-cat. His form sinks easily beneath the weight pressing down on him, but Sandpelt doesn’t bother to struggle under the pressure. Barkingtide won’t kill him, and has no reason to; this isn’t the same as a battle. He waits until the other has already resurfaced before reemerging himself, the surface of the water shattering over his head as he reappears soaked and treading water at Barkingtide’s side. They turn a sharp look upon him, and Sandpelt bares his own teeth in a grin, spitting out a mouthful of water as he meets their gaze. "Betcha you’re feelin’ real cool now," he gasps out, managing to catch his breath.

𓇢𓆸 you get on my nerves

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  SANDPELT ❯❯ he/him, warrior of riverclan
  ❀ pretty, silky-furred tan tortoiseshell with one yellow eye. calm and hardworking, but can become snappy if angered.
  ❀ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ❀ penned by foxlore

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