camp TALK OF THE TOWN ⋆ ─ gossiping

[BRIARSONG]

☆⋅⋆ ── one thing briarpaw was thankful for was the moments left free for sharing tongues amongst clanmates. it was prime time to indulge in gossip without getting behind on her training. as the sun dipped low and camp filled with chatter, the apprentice joined a few others towards the edge of camp to relax.

the apprentices around her gossiped freely, mostly boring. it was all, 'did you hear so and so took two pieces of prey for themselves before the queens were fed?' or 'i heard what's her face spent all day out in the territory and couldn't even find a mouse'. briarpaw flicked an uninterested ear. all day they spent with each other, and yet nobody had a single word worth listening to. their fear to bend the truth in favor of a good story was pitiful. luckily, she could be here to show them that it wasn't such a bad thing.

she scanned the clearing for a target, a victim of sorts if anyone were to childishly take it that way. it was all in good fun. the apprentice spotted a familiar brown pelt as bravepaw walked by, a smirk settling on her maw. "you know how bravepaw was in the medicine cat's den for so long? i heard that he caught a particular liking to mouse bile in there, that gentlestorm spent almost all his time keeping him away from that nasty stuff." her voice was hushed as to not alert the passing apprentice, but her gaze shifted to the apprentices around her to gauge if they were believing falsified words. "since then, i've heard he spends a lot of time with the elders, practically prefers removing ticks over training. it's all just word of mouth, of course, but just thinking of it being true makes me sick."

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• OOC ⋆ ─ talking about @bravepaw : ̗̀➛, but no need to wait!
  
  

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• BRIARPAW ✩ she/her, apprentice of thunderclan, nine moons.
  ⭃ a well built solid black longhair with white markings narrowed yellow eyes.
  ⭃ NPC x NPC / / apprentice to tba
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ battle info
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[lynxroar]

oh, i'm sorry

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Mismatched ears picking up Briarpaw's voice, Lynxroar's dark blue eyes fluttered open, and they narrowed at the young she-cat's words. A growl rumbling in her throat, the thick-furred warrior got to her paws and padded over to Briarpaw, fixing a firm look on the apprentice. A flick of her white tail tip showed Lynxroar's irritation with Briarpaw. ''I'd like for you to explain yourself right at this moment, or else I'll need to fetch your mentor, Briarpaw, and I'm sure that they wouldn't be happy to hear you're gossipping about your Clanmates when their backs are turned.'' One of the apprentices that Briarpaw had been talking to had been Lynxroar's son, Tigerpaw. ''As for you, you'll be speaking with me in a moment. Go to your nest and stay there until I come and get you.''

Lynxroar's ears flattened, her annoyed gaze following her son as he made his way into the apprentices' den. Sitting back on her haunches, the she-cat wrapped her tail around her paws neatly and turned her attention back to Briarpaw. ''Well?'' She growled. ''Explain yourself. And you better have a good reason as for why you did it, or else your punishment will be much worse. I've already got some ideas in my mind, Briarpaw. Hope to StarClan that they're on your side, because you're not going to like what I've come up with.'' Perhaps making Briarpaw see to the elders by herself for the next quarter moon would teach the apprentice a lesson, and then Briarpaw would see how Bravepaw felt. ''Bravepaw was injured. It was not his fault that he was stuck in the medicine den for as much time as he was.''

[ ooc note: tiger is an npc ATM! thought i'd let you know that :D ]
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[FALLOWBITE]

ˏˋ*⁀➷ Fallowpaw is not one for gosssiping, but she at least needs to make some pretense of participating in clan life. If that means sitting sulkily on the edges of an apprentice group and listen to them prattle on about nonsense, so be it. What is at least somewhat noteworthy, is the talk of Bravepaw. He's certainly a strange one, but the rumor Briarpaw brings out is... even stranger. She's never seen the tom messing around with mouse bile herself, but she's also by far the least in-the-know cat here.

And then - an interruption. Tigerpaw goes scampering off, and Lynxroar lives up to her name with heated admonishments. Fallowpaw flicks an ear idly. "What, so you can get punished for talkin' now?" it mumbled. If syaing cruel things is a crime warranting elders' duty, it's certainly in a lot of trouble - but no one's stopped it yet.

The scarred apprentice tucks its head into its paws, watches the scene with a marked disinterest. "If Bravepaw likes mouse bile that's his problem." It's weird, sure, but Bravepaw's pretty weird. And Fallowpaw itself doesn't have too much issue with gross, unlike the darkpelted-molly's hished sense of disgust. It's eaten bugs before, mouse bile isn't too bad. Less nutritious, though. It doesn't really know why the other apprentice cares, but still. "Dunno why Briarpaw should get in trouble for it. 'Sides, you're not her mentor. Back off." Fallowpaw levels a disaffected glare at Lynxroar; her usual expression, really. Maybe she'll get in trouble for mouthing off now, but she doesn't really care. She's faced worse.

‎‎┌── HERE IN THE FOREST, DARK AND DEEP ⁀➷ I OFFER YOU ETERNAL SLEEP ──┐‎

• IC opinions <3 she's a little hater
  

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  FALLOWPAW ⁀➷ she / it, apprentice of thunderclan, eight moons.
  ➳ a scarred, pointed brown and white molly with shaggy fur and golden eyes.
  ➳ standoffish and solitary, always seems to have a dark cloud hanging over its head.
  ➳ baying hound xx npc, littermate to antlerpaw, doepaw, fawnpaw, & elkpaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[lynxroar]

oh, i'm sorry

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As Fallowpaw decided she would bring in it's two cents, Lynxroar felt a growl rumble in her throat, and a lash of her tail showed her annoyance. ''This is not your conversation, Fallowpaw,'' The warrior's voice was calm and polite, though it was cold, too. ''I'm getting on to Briarpaw because she is showing disrespect towards her Clanmates, and every cat in ThunderClan knows just how much I hate disrespect.'' The former queen took a deep breath, closing her eyes briefly. ''So, unless you want the same treatment, butt out of the conversation. It is not your place to talk to your elders like that, either.''

Lynxroar was ready to get Stormywing. She didn't want to get Flamewhisker or Howlingstar, so maybe Fallowpaw's mentor could help her with this. ''Stornywing!'' The thick-furred Molly called over to her fellow warrior. ''Could you help? Your apprentice is being nosy!'' She flashed a firm glare at Fallowpaw.

[ ooc: Lynxroar has called for @STORMYWING ]
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[BRIARSONG]

☆⋅⋆ ── apparently she had not been quiet enough to avoid lynxroar's seemingly super sonic hearing, the warrior approaches with a growl and a lecture. she threatens to fetch her mentor and briarpaw could almost scoff. as if they would care. as long as her chores were done and she was doing well in her training, they didn't give much mind to what the apprentice did in her free time.

tigerpaw flees cowardly at his mother's whims, briarpaw fixes him with a disappointed glare as he turns tail. she finds an unlikely ally in fallowpaw who speaks to her defense before she gets the chance. as much disdain as she held towards the brown scrap for it's background, briarpaw was happy to diffuse responsibility.

lynxroar drones on about disrespect and punishment, brairpaw can't help but to roll her eyes. "yeah? well everyone knows how much i hate nosy warriors who have nothing better to do than insert themselves into conversation that doesn't pertain to them." perhaps she is digging herself a hole, but the bicolored molly just can't help it. she'd happily deal with the consequences if it meant seeing that mighty look get wiped off lynxroar's face. "besides it was just something i overheard, we were all sharing things, don't know why you're only overreacting when i say something."

but the warrior screams for stormywing, to punish fallowpaw for something she had no hand in, presumably. usually, briarpaw wouldn't care if some outsider got chewed out, but fallowpaw had stuck up for her. what kind of cat would she be if she didn't repay the favor? "calling for backup against some apprentices? yeah, you're real tough lynxroar. fallowpaw did nothing wrong, go find some other innocent cats to harrass."

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── PRAISE ME FOR MARTYR ⋅☆⋅ PRAISE ME FOR SIN ──┐‎

• OOC ⋆ ─ ic opinions, i'm sorry she's awful
  
  

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• BRIARPAW ✩ she/her, apprentice of thunderclan, nine moons.
  ⭃ a well built solid black longhair with white markings narrowed yellow eyes.
  ⭃ NPC x NPC / / apprentice to tba
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ battle info
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[lynxroar]

oh, i'm sorry

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At Briarpaw's words, Lynxroar stepped forward and blocked Fallowpaw from Briarpaw's view. Sharp claws dug into the ground beneath the thick-furred warrior, and she loomed above the apprentice, dark blue eyes slitted and dangerous. ''Don't think I didn't notice the way you just looked at my kit. Glare at him like that again, and I'll personally make your life a living hell, Briarpaw.'' The warrior bared her teeth in the beginnings of a snarl, ears flattening menacingly. ''You have no place to be making a warrior's decisions - especially since you think you know everything, Ms. Know-It-All.''

''Now, I want you to see to the elders for the next half moon, and you will deal with their ticks, too. You'll get to see how Bravepaw felt when he was taking care of them,'' Lynxroar hissed, her voice dripping with venom. The warrior lashed her thick tail, arching her back. ''Perhaps they'll teach you a bit about honor and respect. Now, go on. Go to Gentlestorm and get the mouse bile. Don't make me get Howlingstar.''
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[Sproutberry]

Rumors were fun, whether or not they were true it was something to talk about with your peers and some of them - like the one Briarpaw was trying to spread now - were harmless. So what if Bravepaw actually enjoyed mouse bile, some cats were just weird like that, RiverClanners eating nasty fish and swimming in the same place they hunt was a prime example of that. He'd been absentmindedly listening to the conversation at paw, licking a paw before bringing it up to his head to clean his ears. It'd been a long day of training and he'd wanted to rest, and what was a few silly things said added onto that but entertainment?

The entertainment seemed to be shriveled up and thrown away as quickly as it had come when the hypocritical warrior known as Lynxroar butt into the conversation. Snort left the apprentice's maw as he rolled his eyes at the warrior's words, mouth gaping open in a surprised and annoyed gesture as she called for Stormywing to try and punish Fallowpaw for simply... speaking. "You're one to talk, calling someone nosy when they were actually meant to be part of the conversation while you're not only butting in on my training earlier but now conversations you weren't invited to?" He couldn't help but lash his tail as eyes squint at the older feline.

He watched as claws dug into earth, spitting words in an apprentice's way as back arched and she threatened to get Howlingstar. "I'd love for you to get her actually, can't wait to see what happens when she finds out you bothered her healing to tattle on some apprentices you decided to pick fights with." How could a clanmate be so hostile towards another for a simple joking conversation was beyond him.

AN ANTHEM OF DEATH ๑ SINGS OUT A CRY

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• ๑ SH chocolate tabby/lilac chimera w/low white, heterochromia, folded ears
  ๑ rarely talks, listens to conversations
  ๑ 6 moons old; ages the 20th every month
  ๑ bisexual biromantic ; interested in no one
  ๑ currently being mentored by Bigfang
  ๑ not easy to befriend/interact with; slow to anger, slow to calm
  ๑ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ๑ easy in combat due to age
  ๑ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[BRIARSONG]

☆⋅⋆ ── "are you threatening me?" brairpaw asked with a raised brow. to see a warrior so up in arms, seething with narrowed eyes and flattened ears, claws impaling the dirt. all by her tongue, nonetheless. she'd be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying this moment.

the punishment came, she didn't seem to care. one way or another, she'd get out of her sentence. perhaps she could even load the task onto bravepaw. "i'll deal with their ticks when that kit of yours grows a spine." it was a nerve she had discovered, one she wouldn't miss the chance to exploit. a white tail waved but it was anything but a flag, more of a dismissal of the warriors words. like an annoying fly, still she lingered. threatening to retrieve howlingstar to lay into her next. what a joke.

sproutpaw pipes up with similar ideas to her own. as if howlingstar wouldn't be more disappointed in a seasoned warrior quarreling with children."sproutpaw's right, please fetch her. i'd be happy to tell her that you spend your evenings bullying apprentices. wonder if you'll 'make my life a living hell' then."

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── PRAISE ME FOR MARTYR ⋅☆⋅ PRAISE ME FOR SIN ──┐‎

• OOC ⋆ ─
  
  

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• BRIARPAW ✩ she/her, apprentice of thunderclan, nine moons.
  ⭃ a well built solid black longhair with white markings narrowed yellow eyes.
  ⭃ NPC x NPC / / apprentice to tba
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ battle info
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[BURNSTORM]

It is not usually within his interests to get involved with the apprentices personal lives. To him, gossip was just that, gossip. As long as everything around camp was running smoothly, their training going well, he honestly could care less what the younger generation talked about. Usually, that is. It is only when Lynxroar approaches the group and things suddenly break into chaos that he pushes himself to his shaded paws and makes his way over. "What in StarClan's name is going on here?" he asks. He had heard talk of fetching Howlingstar, of ticks and extra duties. Lat time he checked though, Lynxroar was not the mentor of any of these cats. "No one will be fetching Howlingstar. She needs rest" he says, narrowed golden eyes pointed directly in Briarpaw's direction before they shift to the adult present. "You're a warrior, Lynxroar, don't you have better things to do then listen to apprentices gossip and chastise them for it? Go and find something to keep your paws busy or I'll think of something for you" he lets out a dismissive snort, his fluffy tail flicking irritably behind him. He cannot believe that he has to tell a cat older than him to mind their own business but here he was doing exactly that.

"And you guys aren't off the hook either" he says, turning to the apprentices "You can't get in trouble for gossiping, but mouthing off to a warrior? Being disrespectful? There was a better way to handle things here, and in the future I expect you all to do better. Go and find your mentors and tell them you are all to be picking ticks off elders after training for the next couple of days. If you don't I'll know about it." He was letting them off easy, he knows, but he couldn't really blame them for pushing back against this ridiculousness, but nor could he allow their disrespect to go unpunished.

( ☼ ) come and take it

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  BURNSTORM THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR ; HE / HIM ; BROTHER TO MORNINGPAW, MOONWHISPER, HOWLFIRE, FIREFLYPAW, SKYCLAW & DUSKBIRD ; MATE TO ROEFLAME ; FATHER TO DOVEKIT, BEETLEKIT, AND LITTLEKIT
  

  A large, sharp tongued, tom with long black fur and golden, oval shaped, eyes.

  ✦ Difficult in battle. A skilled fighter + fights honorably
  

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[braveheart : ̗̀➛]

☀ . ° ✦ Maybe it was a good thing he hadn't heard Briarpaw right away, too busy tracking mud through camp with moss between his teeth for the warriors den. While he was off being a good apprentice and doing his chores, Briarpaw would end up landing herself in hot water for biting at warrior who got a bit too nosy.

But before all of that escalated sky high he had only began to linger when he did hear his name. Trilled from Lynxroar and then said once again from Fallowpaw. He looked between the cats gathered around Briarpaw with a tilt of his head, finding himself utterly confused.

"Who are you guys talking about?" He tried to pipe up and ask, because no way were they talking about him. Maybe a Bravepaw in some other Clan. His words were drowned out with the warrior's shouts, trying to wield some sort of authority the other apprentices cared little for. Burnstorm seemed to put it all to ease though, stomping out the fires with quick precision. He slowly crept toward Fallowpaw, wide eyes searching for any bit of a connection for it all to make sense.

"Everything interesting always happens while I'm doing chores." Maybe he should start hanging around Briarpaw more often, instead.

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  BRAVEPAW — HE/HIM ･ 7 MOONS ･ THUNDERCLAN & APPRENTICE ･ PENNED BY beatae!

  A Longhaired chocolate tabby/blue tabby chimera with deep blue eyes. Very thick coat that has started to grow into long, wispy curls. Developing into an awkward stage of kitten uglies as the rest of his body grows and changes. Severe scars from owl talons stretch across his shoulders and another that starts from his back down his left thigh.

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