pafp THATS THE SPIRIT [ ✦ ] dare

[Bluepool]

Sometimes regular old patrols could be so BORING! Walk to one border, rub against some plants, then walk to another. Make sure everything was okay on the territory in between. She had so many other exciting things to do, like grooming her pelt or eating lunch. Even hunting was more exciting than this! The moors are incredibly still today, only a gentle breeze sweeps across them and ruffles the grass softly as they walk through it. The sky is clear and for the first time in a couple of moons it is not miserably hot. The change in the weather is proof that leaf-fall is just around the corner, and shortly after that it would be another leaf-bare. She just hopes this one is not as terrible as the last had been, but with the sickness looming over their heads like a black shadow she somehow doubts it. Even her own sister had not escaped its clutches.

Also because of the sickness, the patrol was gloomier than usual today. Everyone is weirdly silent for a long time which only serves to make it even MORE boring in her opinion. They could at least talk to each other. They stop on a rise, eyes sweeping across the landscape and a couple of other warriors start discussing which way they should head first. As a lead warrior, she knows she should at least participate in the discussion but her attention is drawn elsewhere. Some creature wriggles around in the dirt and she watches it for a few seconds before an idea overcomes her.

With one claw, she hooks it and holds it up, turning to the cat who is closest to her. "Sunstride!" she calls out to the other lead warrior "Lookit what I found!" she holds her paw up to the fiery tom and from it dangles a worm. The creature, still covered in a little bit of dirt writhes in her grasp but it cannot escape. "I dare you to eat it!" a mischievous smile is on her face as she holds her paw out, waiting to see how he would react, what he would do. He liked eating weird things right? Maybe a worm was a usual thing for him, maybe he had even given one to his mate to eat.


// please wait for @SUNSTRIDE
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[SUNNVAR]

At times the monotony of a patrol was comforting; at others, a death sentence. In stride with Bluepool today, he feels her heavy boredom with their task. (Then again, it is not grooming his pelt that appeals to him. With each hour, his kits come closer to these moors. Anticipation prickles in each piece of his fur.) That he must be out here while all of this is happening is a perpetuator of great suffering. Even in good company, Sunstride is oddly quiet. His head is somewhat lowered, his eyes drawn down and serious. He will at times strive towards something more chipper, seeking conversation with a short laugh or a serious comment. But it is not until Bluepool catches his attention that he is fully present. It reminds him of his youth, laughter and mischief hiding in her words even before she finishes sharing her dare.

His eyes drop to the worm that dangles from her claw. Confusion, then surprise, and then– a laugh. Short and boisterous as a rabbit's hop, his eyes glowing warm. "A worm? Ah, if you had thought me a fish I assure you you're mistaken: RiverClan is that way." His head dips towards the roaring gorge. "But I am not one to back down from a challenge." Even still he stalls. He walks a little closer, and holds out his own paw so that he might swipe the squirming creature from her grip and into his own. It is clumped with earth and surely unpleasant to swallow. Sunstride smells it first, and does not yet taste it. Perhaps he seeks out another's voice to urge him along, or someone's reason to force him to stop.

＞ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES ╱ REFERENCE ╱ 07.10.2023 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘈𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘕 〙ˊˎ＜

• ooc: pre-symptoms!

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• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. approx. 40 moons old. lead warrior of windclan + former rogue.
  —— gay, monogamous. mate to wolfsong from 07.05.2023.  npc x npc, no larger family.
  —— has recently regained some of his earlier lightness, but maintains his steady facade.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.

• "speech"

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[BLUEFROST]

Bluepaw feels as though she resurfaces at the strangest of times. She is paw-sore and thirsty from exertion and inhaling dust, and she takes a moment to submerge and blinks sunshine and grit from her eyes. The wind blows sand and silt from her long, thick pelt, and she relishes the taste of fresh air on her tongue for a moment. Focusing on the laughter nearby, she sees two of her mother’s lead warriors, a worm clotted with dirt between them. Tufted ears catch the tail-end of their conversation, and she grimaces prettily.

“Surely you are not going to eat that, Sunstride. Look at how filthy it is.” Though she would not admit it, the worm is in the same condition she is—studded with mud.

✧ INFO.

• @SOOTSTAR optional mentor tag
• 
  — bluekit . bluepaw
  — she/her, apprentice of windclan
  — bisexual ; single
  — long-haired blue she-cat with white and green eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — art by Meg

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[SOOTSTAR]

SOOTSTAR​

Bluepool and Mintshade always had been more fun than their runt sister. Sootstar had always been serious, even during her kithood, she was not one to play into fun. Work was always to be done, amusement eternally being low on her priorities. It's why she found this... dare so foolish. What was there to gain out of eating a worm just because another cat told you to? Standing beside her daughter, her own fur stained with dirt she grunts an agreement. "I advise you don't, Sunstride. What... what would you benefit from this 'challenge'?" She asks, dismayed that the bright-hued tom is even contemplating it.

☾ INFO BATTLE

• "what is fun?" duo has entered
• 
  » Soot ․ Sootstar
  » WindClan Leader
  » She/her ․ Mate to Weaselclaw
  » Tiny blue smoke she-cat with green eyes.
  » "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A high-stamina foe who can be difficult to hit.
  » Excels in quick, short moves.
  » Fights to kill and maim
  » Fatal attack of choice is an underbelly dive.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[cottonsprig]

Border patrols promised a bit more safety to the young trainee - cats rarely diverged from one another, and when they did, the groupings were still protective masses. Cottonpaw has little to no ventures out with Wolfsong anymore - her mentor is much too round with kits to guide her about the moors. But he did plenty in the few weeks prior. Though she cannot properly harvest everything she spies without fail, Cottonpaw is muted in thought as she commits to memory the leafy greens and multicolored petals she spies along the way. Her thoughts are only halted by one grimy worm and several cats chattering on about it.

She gathers generally what the conversation is about, and with a sweeping tail, she joyfully offers, "If you eat it, I'll be the first to tell Wolfsong. Surely he won't want to share a nest with a wormbreath after that," unknowingly did the girl achieve her aunt's mischievous behavior. Though she agrees with her mother and sister (there's no use to eating a legless bug,) she sees the fun in teasing the lead warrior all the same.​