camp TESTING THE LIMITS 𓆞 fish hooks

[SANDPELT]

ꕀꕀ Since losing his eye, Sandpaw has been confined to the island camp. And now, with Moonbeam gone, he’s the sole bearer of the responsibility of making sure his face fully heals. He can’t risk getting it infected again without the clan’s healer around—so the boy keeps his paws away from his face, shoving down the urge to scratch the itch that’s formed beneath the cobwebs lining his missing eye. He can’t risk leaving camp, even to hunt; fishing from the shore seems to be the only way he can contribute to RiverClan’s hunting efforts right now.

One yellow eye strains to see clearly as silver and brown scales glitter beneath the water’s surface, and the effects of his injury are fully clear to Sandpaw. Telling which fish is close enough to the surface to snatch is… difficult. It’s something that he’d done with ease before, but now it seems like the only thing that’s holding him back. He’d taken it for granted, he supposes. But just as he’s about to give up, he spots something. A flash of fins, and… there! A slow-moving fish, probably injured, breaking the water’s surface. A pale paw strikes out, and the fish is caught with a flourish of claws.

He drops the fish to the ground before him, preparing to administer the bite that will end its life quickly, but a glint of something silvery catches his eye. It’s unnatural, strange. He bends down to get a closer look, only to find a shiny, barbed hook protruding from the fish’s belly. It looks like a claw, and the pieces fit together in the apprentice’s head. This strange twoleg claw must have been the reason for the fish’s slowness. It’s… tainted. "Ugh," he groans, tipping his head back to stare at the sky in frustration. He feels the start of tears prickling at the back of his eye—it’s his first catch since the fox attack, and it’s ruined. Why can’t anything just go his way? "Why can’t they just leave us alone?"

𓇢𓆸 you get on my nerves

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  SANDPAW ❯❯ he/him, apprentice 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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[Hawkcloud]

Many moons had come and gone since Hawkcloud's injury, when the piercing bite of a snapping turtle had led to her unique brown-furred tail becoming the short and scruffy length it is now. She hardly remembers the sharp pain of the creature's jaws tearing into her skin, nor the time she'd spent lying in the dusty medicine cat's den while her littermates continued their apprentice training without her. She hardly ever dwells on the memory of climbing out of the river with the turtle still clutching her tail, soaked and bleeding and crying for help, nor the way her balance had felt shaky when she was finally allowed to run and play again. Watching Sandpaw, cobwebs clinging to his eye and exclaiming in frustration, Hawkcloud thinks for a moment that she might remember more than she realizes.

Still, the she-cat pushes the thoughts to the back of her mind, swallows around them like a tough piece of meat, and trots in the apprentice's direction with as much spring in her step as always. She peers closer at the fish, at the sharp hook protruding from its scales and glinting wickedly in the sunlight. "That looks painful," she says, sucking in her teeth with a wince before turning to look at the aggravated Sandpaw, eyes round and impressed. "It's a good thing you were able to catch it before any cat got hurt, including you! Great job," Hawkcloud meows brightly. She's genuine, not necessarily meaning to comfort the apprentice at the same time as she praises him. If she'd really allowed herself to think about her own injury, and how Sandpaw must be dealing with the same struggle, she might have. But she truly doesn't like to.​

 

[Cricketchirp]

⋆ ｡° ✩ 　Cricketpaw finds themself distracted from their own hunting by the distress of another. He is drawn to the strange catch with an intensity like a moth to a flame, brisk strides bringing him close enough to peer at the bleeding fish. A tapered muzzle presses close to the fish, nose twitching rabbitlike and head canted curiously in an angle that looks more than a little uncomfortable. His narrowed eyes widen at the sight, curiosity and distaste coloring them in equal measure. "Claws in fish - I would never have thought it possible," he murmurs aloud. The fish is already punctured, some disembodied force claiming it before Sandpaw could.

But not cat's claw, certainly. He has no doubt of the culprit. "Look at it's shine, that glint... It looks like a monster's flesh, no?" Cricketpaw's head pulls slightly away, glancing to the others. This silvery sheen is the mark of the two-legged beasts that have plagued the late heat of Newleaf, that much is clear. Her lip curls. "Must the twolegs taint everything? It seems we can no longer even eat in peace..." If a cat were to swallow that... It'd be quite the gruesome way to die, he thinks.

‎‎┌── LOOKING UP TO THE SKY ⋆｡°✩ FOR SOMETHING I MAY NEVER FIND ──┐‎

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  CRICKETPAW ✩ he / she / they, apprentice of riverclan, eleven moons.
  ⭃ a wiry, curly-furred black smoke with clouded blue eyes.
  ⭃ intelligent, egotistical, and strange, with an eye always turned to the stars.
  ⭃ smokestar xx cicadastar, littermate to beepaw & cicadapaw
  ⭃ 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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[EVENINGPAW]

Injuries and the scars that stay behind like an accusation are something of a kitten tale for Eveningkit; logically, if she thinks hard enough, she understands that the silvery lines in the midst of fur has caused the wearer a great amount of pain... and in some cases, phantom pangs like remembrance. Still - to innocent eyes, they simply appear as a mark of pride, something that shows resilience and a way to boast.

Would she ever gain scars like Sandpaw? She refuses to acknowledge the little storm of butterflies in her stomach at the idea of Moonbeam fussing over her. It feels ill-timed with the medicine cat's disappearance- and Eveningkit doesn't want her mind to travel towards Ravensong's fate.

They'd get her back eventually, but in the meantime, Eveningkit might as well put herself on Sandpaw watch duty. His expression seems sour nowadays and that's not solely due to the loss of an eye.

"Who?" she asks unnecessarily; evidently she hadn't paid quite enough attention despite sticking close to him today, because she has to do a double take. One glance at his "prey" easily betrays the topic- one that seems to be circulating in camp and is getting old, but Eveningkit doubts they will ever drop the subject if the Twolegs stay this close. "Oh. This one too..."

Much like Cricketpaw, Eveningkit leans close to sniff at the injured little thing. She doesn't quite get what Cricketpaw means with the glint and monster flesh... but that's okay.

It's Hawkcloud who catches her attention then, and Eveningkit whips her head around to stare at Sandpaw. "Right! Imagine if you had tried to eat it!" A gruesome sight for sure, even though it lacks any of reality's seriousness in her imagination.
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[FOGSHORE]

Fogshore drags his attention from what he doing, grooming his long fur with a slow blink. The warrior gets drawn to the strange capture, with a curious glint in his odd-colored eyes. He strolled over to the small gathering with a sweep of his heavy plumed tail.

When he was close enough, he peered at the bleeding fish. He tilted his head to the side, his hanging cheek fur moved slightly. Letting his nose wrinkle up in distaste, at the poor bleeding, punctured creature. "Fish being bled by these - strange claws." He spoke aloud. The chimera was curious, but also a little bit disgusted with the fish being disembodied by the shiny claws. He glances towards Hawkcloud, nodding in agreement with his clanmate's words. "It does look painful. Great catch, Sandpaw." He hums, looking at the cobwebbed covered apprentice.

He settles on his haunches, curling his heavy mismatched tail over his paws as he watches both Cricketpaw and Eveningkit sniff at the injured thing. Monster's flesh? Huh, it truly does look like it. The long furred tom flicked an ear, as he clicked his tongue in disgust. "The twolegs are a strange bunch. Bumbling creatures, that are invading our food source." Half-lidded eyes flit down at the fish that got caught up, with the Twoleg contraption.

LOVE LUCK & FATE ꒰ ✦ ꒱ TAKING IN A WATERED SOUL

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• ( night swimming.. hm ) ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ FOGSHORE. ╱ riverclan warrior.
  𓇼 non-binary ; HE / HIM, accepts gendered terms ; 34 MOONS & AGES EVERY 16TH.
  𓇼 bisexual / sort of looking / open to crushes & romance
  𓇼 a LH blue smoke & SH white chimera with amber sectoral eyes and yellow sectoral heterochromia
  𓇼 battle notes — thoughts ; "Speech" ; attacks only
  𓇼 may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𓇼 smells like freshly baked cinnamon buns & distant rain
  

  notes: has light-sensitive eyes, tilts head towards the ground. tends to squint in the sunlight, sticks to shaded areas.

  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[Snakeblink]

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————​

If apprentices have felt a shiver crawling up their spine recently, like a looming shadow over their shoulder, the source should be easy to pinpoint: since Turtlepaw was abducted by twolegs, Snakeblink has let his paranoia win this round and displaced his overbearing concern onto other apprentices. He watches like a hawk as Sandpaw reels in a fish, only to discard it in disgust: the thing glints with an inner trap. Snakeblink slinks towards the little group, staring at the twoleg claw in disbelief.

”Do they make them out of monsters’ flesh, do you think?” He asks Cricketpaw idly, following the apprentice’s thought process. ”To hurt a fish suchly, and not even eat it after, leaving their claws inside for others to tear themselves on… Not only are they strange,” he tells in response to Fogshore’s comment, ”It seems to me like they are quite cruel, too. Or at least wasteful and careless. This fish would have made a fine meal, were it not… infested.” He finds no better way to describe the wicked hook that sticks out of the fish’s pale flesh like some gruesome parasite.​

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  — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
  — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo
  
  
  

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[FERNGILL]

"I think wasteful and careless is right," Ferngill murmured, eye glinting with disapproval as he too joined the fray, a firebrand flash against the greyness of the riverland. Iciclefang's dislike of Twolegs had rubbed off on him quite severely by now... he'd always been wary of them, but since becoming a member of RiverClan's council... since the birth of Crabkit, Cragkit and Pinekit... since he and Sablemist had admitted their love for each other... the list of what there was to protect stretched on and on into the horizon. He could no longer always think that hope would carry them through. Morale-boosting was what he was best at, but no longer could he lie down and accept there was nothing to be done when facing Twolegs.

Sandpaw's frustration was understandable, but he hoped the encouraging words from the gathering warriors were doing their bit to alleviate some of it. Blinking softly, he looked down at the fish, the little claw piercing through its silvery skin. "You're right, Cricketpaw. Is there anything they won't touch?"​

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[Frecklepaw.]

WATCHING YOUR
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Fish is the lifeblood of riverclan, their biggest food source. To see it tainted, unsafe to eat - it makes Frecklepaws chest hurt. The quiet girl sits upon the sidelines, watching and observing through weary mismatched eyes. Claws, cricketpaw says, " or fangs, " she cant help but add - wickedly sharp and curved like an adders fang. " i wish theyd just... go away, " she is tired of them - hates them. She wants her sister back, wants her peaceful mornings and bellies full of fish back. She wants all thoughts of strange objects and poison and fear pushed from her mind. But she doesnt get what she wants, and so the speckled molly goes silent once more.

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[Graypaw]

There would come a time where he would be expected to hunt, to fight, to swim, to fish When he turned six moons old all these new and daunting responsibilities would be placed upon his shoulders and he would be expected to go into the deep end, to stop splashing about in the shallows and brave the world outside of the camp. The thought of it is terrifying, especially when he thinks about everything that's out there. Twolegs, monsters, the kind of horrors that he had once thought were just kit stories but had quickly learned were very much real. And now he even had to worry about prey!"Nothings safe from them" he says with a sneer. When he first heard of twolegs he didn't think they were so bad. But now he realizes they are like a disease, spreading to places where they do not belong and taking whatever it was they pleased.

He watches as Eveningkit draws closer to the thing, taking a step forward as if to stop her but he thinks better of it. The adults were here, she would be safe so long as they didn't mind her drawing close to it... Instinctually, his pale green eyes find his uncle's red pelt and he moves to stand closer to him. "Can't we like... Drive them away or something?" he asks, not knowing just how persistent these creatures could be, how powerless the cats of the forest were against them.

( ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ) I can feel you leaving

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  GRAYKIT RIVERCLAN KITTEN ; HE / HIM
  LILYBLOOM X LAKEMOON BROTHER TO SNOWKIT
  

  A plush coated kitten with a pelt marbled in varying shades of gray and white. He has dull green eyes and a tall stature. Most of his personality can be described as carefree though some also say that unmotivated is a more than apt term. His trust and love is easily won through praise but he will do little work to receive it.

  ✶ easy in battle + no formal training
  

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[Mosspool]

𓆝 . ° ✦ The commotion by the river at the edge of camp drew Mosspool over. Before she so much as got close, she already suspected that it would have something to do with twolegs. Their garbage drifting ashore was a near daily occurrence at this point. However she blinked with surprise when she saw a fish, and her eyes widened as they settled on the shiny hook embedded in it.

A few of her clanmates theorized as to how or why the twolegs might have done this, but Mosspool did not join them. She was busy wondering how many other fish had little claws hidden inside them, ready to tear an unsuspecting Riverclanner open. Her tail swayed behind her anxiously. "We should spread word to the rest of the clan to closely inspect their catches." Mosspool stated decisively. It would mean more work for hunting patrols, but it would need to be done in order to keep them all safe.

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  MOSSPOOL — SHE/HER ･ 17 MOONS ･ WARRIOR of RIVERCLAN ･ PENNED BY @empyrean !

  Longhair black tabby with deep green eyes. Mosspaw is a very tall molly, standing a head above most cats her age. She has a slim, willowy physique with subtle musculature built up from a lifetime of constant training that lends itself well to swimming and running. Long, thick brown fur falls over her form with tabby patterning across it. Her eyes are a vibrant green, and shine with a bright intelligence and confidence.

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