camp THAT LOOKS LIKE THE BATTLEPASS ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 HOLE DIGGING

[SHEEPPAW]

Sheeppaw was currently sitting near the apprentice's den with a hindleg lifted up, batting at his ear. It felt itchy. He puts his foot down, a small pout on his face as he thinks of something to do today. Spar with the other apprentices? No, some of them are untrained. Ugh. Bother his mentor and drag him to actually teach him something? Nah, that's actually boring! He lets out a frustrated grunt escape his throat, while his dark plumy tail lashes about behind him. His starts to rock in place, charcoal - dusted paws planted firmly in front of him. He thinks, thinks and thinks some more—

Before the moor - runner apprentice, shuffles about around camp her leather nose sniffing at the ground. Getting sand up her nose, she crinkles her muzzle up before sneezing with a loud achoo! She shakes her head, before going back to roaming around to find the perfect spot for her sand pit. The perfect sand pit just for her alone! With a slow tail flick, she pauses before studying the sand she had disturbed by letting a paw poke at it. "Ah-ha!" She bounces on her toes, bending down to start on her uhh work? Her dark paws work into the sand with the speed of a rabbit, resulting in the hole growing larger and bigger to fit him... She thinks?

Lashing her tail across the sandy ground, she sticks her pointed head into the hole pressing her nose at the bottom of the sandy pit. He makes note of what his Mother told him when digging, he drags his forepaws scooping some sand and throwing it out to the side. HMMM, this would do it! The young tom promptly plops himself into the sandy pit, only fit for him! Frostpond will be proud of his hole - digging accomplishment. He pokes his flips around in the hole, getting dust stuck to his fluffy coat. Though... it's kinda collapsing on itself at the edges... it's all fine! It's cool. Silence stretches as he curls in his awesome hole, only having his head poke up and squinting at any passing clanmates.

⊹ ⏜ ۫ . 𝙎𝙉𝙊𝙊𝙕𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙐𝘿𝙎 ᶻ 𝘾𝘼𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙇𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝙐𝙄𝙇𝘿

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• no ref yet </3
• ( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
  ⤷ amab ; HE / SHE ; not opposed to gendered terms
  ⸝⸝ CURRENTLY 11 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 29TH.
  ✶ undecided / not actively looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, B9D6F2" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like night air & windblown heather
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[SEDGEPOUNCE]

Sedgepounce's just wandering in from a hunting patrol when he spots Sheeppaw's...accomplishment. He gives camp a once over as he ducks in through the gorse tunnel, expecting the usual hubbub and hoping for nothing more—and while a pair of beady eyes staring at him from the ground isn't nearly as bad as, say, a DuskClan invasion, it does nearly make him drop his grouse halfway to the freshkill pile.

When his catch is securely deposited, Sedge pads closer to the sandy-pelted Sheeppaw, eyes alight. "You, uh...hoping to switch over to tunneler, Sheeppaw?" he lightly jabs. Sedgepounce is no stranger to impulsive shenanigans, but this is a new one for sure. There's never been a part of him that wished to be a tunneler. Mothermouth was the closest that he ever got to their day to day, and if the claustrophobic, all-encompassing darkness wasn't enough, his pelt itches at the thought of having all that dirt and sand to maneuver through. He wonders if Sheeppaw's thought about how long it'll take him to get clean. "If you're bored, I'm sure Scorchstreak can find you somethin' to do..." A mischievous smile crosses his maw. It's a threat with zero intention.
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[cottonsprig]

Given her encounter a bit ago with Beetlekit doing almost the same thing, Cottonsprig has become weary of cats digging holes in camp. Tunnels have never been an issue to the she-cat - her mother had prepped herself and her sister to be stellar at the work, and though her path diverged, she still retained some of the skill. She's comparable to an apprentice at best, still kept in line by the seasoned tunnellers when working beside them, but it's something. She imagines nonetheless that she's not the only cat who grew up on tales of the underground - and figures more that there are some who simply grew too large for them. Maybe Sheeppaw was one of them.

Sedgepounce errs on the edge of humor as he speaks with her, however as the she-cat nears, she instead recalls how the apprentice had been itching before this excursion. "Y'know..." she winces, leaning away from the white-and-black apprentice, "Sometimes, mites and fleas like to live in the dirt. You could be making yourself worse off than some elders..." She certainly can muster up enough mouse bile to bathe poor Sheeppaw after this, but that's only if the youth recognizes their childish mistake now. Or... it could be a rouse played by the medicine cat. She's not the best actor, but her expression doesn't crack in the moment, either.

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

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• ❥ MEDICINAL KNOWLEDGE
  ♥♥♡ WOUNDS ; can confidently stop bleeding and mend lacerations. will often request that you keep your injury clean and wait it out first.
  ♥♥♡ INFECTION ; as a side effect of likely her own doing, very dutiful with technique and treatment shortly thereafter.
  ♥♡♡ ACHES & PAINS ; will defer to a dark tunnel and rest. if pain persists, maybe she will offer something.
  ♥♡♡ BROKEN BONES ; has never dealt with a broken bone. likely will ask that you never move. ever again.
  ♥♥♥ TRAVELING HERBS ; learned well from her previous mentor. will pile even too many remedies to tough the wilderness with.
  ♥♥♥ KITTING ; having kittens of her own and helped several others with their litters, she is very well versed with calming techniques and quelling pain.
  ♥♡♡ POISONS ; she knows what they are... but that isn't enough, isn't it?
  ♥♥♡ ILLNESS ; having worked through two yellowcough bouts, she is confident in her remedies. much else... she's operating on trial and error.
  ⸻ cottonsprig is a dutiful and excitable medicine cat. she enjoys company and loves conversation. she'd rather not have too many curious noses snooping around her den... but who is she to quell curiosity?

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  ⸻❥ cottonsprig is the primary medicine cat of windclan. a former princess to the moors, she harbors many guilts for her actions throughout her short life. she has no consistent partner, unwilling to commit and settle, and she is training celandinepaw in medicine.

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[Brackenpaw]

She didn't see the appeal of digging holes around camp, nor did they see the appeal of digging at all. It was due to her being a tunneler, digging to an extent is a norm. They didn't have to create any new tunnels or anything like that but when a tunnel collapses they have to be there, digging out the debris. Even on a smaller scale, it's expected to use those paws for more than just walking, clearing debris or checking the security of the structure. Why Sheeppaw would be willingly doing this for fun escaped her, instead they watched like the others in camp as he began his busy work. "What are you doing?" They ask rather bluntly, lacking the humour in tone that Sedgepounce carried when addressing the moor-runner.

Tiny body crouches, head craning as she leans in closer to get a better look at the black and white cat in front of her. Not airing on the side of caution unlike Cottonsprig, though she was willing to call the she-cats bluff on this. Believing that this must be some weird medicine cat humour, trying to be funny like Sedgepounce. Brackenpaw believed both failed at that goal, though the concept of comedy can be pretty hit or miss with her. "There's... at least three other things you could do rather than dig holes around camp" she brings a paw out from under her to lightly poke the others cheek.

Keeping their squint at her they decide to rise from where they sit and look back to the adults gathered. "Does that mean that other apprentices would have to pick fleas off of her? Or is there something else that can be done?" A shiver wrecks them at the thought, they dread having to pick ticks off of the elders but their excuse is that they can't do it themselves. Surely Sheeppaw on the other paw could do that just fine.

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• Brackenpaw
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 11 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Scorchstreak | Formally mentored by Bluefrost
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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