camp the money i'd won 𖥸 week 4 prompt

[mottledpaw]

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There's so little to do with her time but sit and sulk and loathe her circumstances. She'd fought, thought herself someone who could champion ThunderClan towards a brighter future and fallen so far from the graces she'd thought woven into her blood. She was the grand-daughter of a leader, shared blood of titans! And now look where she was. Plucking at the strings of moss unfurling in what was meant to be some sort of nest... disgusted by the state of her fur. Mottledpaw's frustration surmounted themselves into impatience, stumbling out of the medicine cat's den despite whatever lecture it might get her. She was half blind, not dying, she'd remind them.

Besides... she wanted to get something a little comfier to rest on if she was going to be stuck in there for another few days. But as her eye scans over the fresh-kill pile to look for some sort of bird to take out her frustrations on, there's practically nothing here at all... and her stomach growls as if sharing her lamenting. "Oh for star's sake," she spits to herself, glowering at the ground so intensely it might just set fire under her stare. "Does no one have any feathers to share? Or are you guys just handing them all over to those lazy kittens and queens in the nursery?" Shouldn't the injured be prioritized, given the fact they fought and bled for those stupid rats to live in peace in that comfort?

❆ Tensions over limited resources lead to arguments within the Clan. Your character gets into a disagreement with a Clanmate over fresh-kill or bedding. Do they resolve it peacefully or will tension continue to simmer?​

 

[LITTLEPAW]

༻ ♥༺ The recent battle with ShadowClan left Littlepaw more shaken than she'd like to admit; so much so that the apprentice had begun to avoid her peers altogether out of sheer shame. Mottledpaw and Ivorypaw had returned to camp looking like true warriors- they had sacrificed like warriors would. All Littlepaw had to show was hidden bruises that battered her body, delivered by a smaller, less experienced apprentice.

She had been standing near the fresh-kill pile when Mottledpaw approached, and Littlepaw held her tongue. Her cousin would sooner have Littlepaw by her whiskers if the apprentice tried to utter some half-hearted attempt at sympathy. She had seen the blow Mottledpaw had given her brother, and she wanted no part in it.

That is, at least, until Mottledpaw erupts over the pitiful array of prey. Littlepaw feels her ears twist back in a subtle flinch, and she shifts uncomfortably. Saying nothing now would just make her look cruel, probably- or at the very least, make her avoidance obvious. "Uhm, I can ask around the apprentices den?" The broad-shouldered chimera offers uncertainly, "I'm sure if anyone has any th-they'd be happy to… share."

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  LITTLEPAW ✩ she/her, apprentice of thunderclan, 6 moons.
  ⭃ powerfully built and dense-furred chocolate smoked she-cat with amber eyes and black ribboning stretching across her face, foreleg, and tail.
  ⭃ daughter of Roeflame && Burnstorm ࿏ sister to Beetlepaw && Dovepaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Sorrowsong.]

I CAME ACROSS A FALLEN TREE
I FELT THE BRANCHES OF IT LOOKING AT ME​

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sorrowsong & 20 moons & fem enby & they/it/she & thunderclan warrior ​

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Ears twitch back against their skull at the sound of Mottledpaws cries, frown crossing her face. She can understand the sour mood many of her clanmates seem in - with snow raging wildly outside and wind tugging at pale fur, even Sorrowsong is not immune to the frustration.

But there is a flicker of irritation, sharp and swift, at Mottledpaw's choice of words - jaws parting as the usually quiet warrior speaks without thinking. " The queens are not lazy. Without them, we would never again have apprentices or warriors, " She blinks again as she falls silent, head tilting. " But Littlepaw is right... we can always see if anyone else has some to spare. Perhaps one of the warriors "

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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I S ━ T H I S ━ T H E ━ P L A C E ━ W E ━ U S E D ━ T O ━ L O V E ?

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[Ravenpaw]

〔✦〕She had been more fortunate than some of her other clanmates during the battles. Mottledpaw had been there with her in the Shadowclan fight. It still made her feel uneasy, seeing the other apprentice that she had grown up with's missing eye. When Mottledpaw began to speak, she tried not to stare, but it was hard. She wanted to ask what it was like, if it hurt...which was probably a stupid question...of course it hurt. At Mottledpaw's irritation over not having any feathers, her ears lowered against her head for a heartbeat, and she glanced at the ground. Back in her nest, she had quite a few feathers that she had plucked off of the few birds she had gotten to eat. She hadn't kept them for bedding, but because she thought they were pretty...but if Mottledpaw needed them more than her, she could part with them.

"I-I have some...I'll go grab them!" She called as she turned to head back to the apprentice's den. The thought of giving them up made her feel sad, but clearly Mottledpaw needed them more than her. And if it made her feel better, she was glad to give them to her.

DISTANCE WAS A FRIEND OF MINE ( I aint got time for that ) //

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• RAVENPAW —— apprentice of thunderclan , mentored by wildheart . flamestar x flycatcher . sibling to bugpaw, squirrelpaw, sunpaw, falconheart, stormfeather, sparrowpaw ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 10 moons & ages every 1st
  ✦ single / heterosexual/ mono / open to crushes
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— easy in battle
  
  ✦"speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired tortoiseshell with low white and green eyes. Ravenpaw bares a pitch black pelt, broken up by vibrant blazes of red fire. Her fur is long, curling up around her face. She has dark green eyes like her mother, and carries a light, athletic build like her mother. She has very minimal white like her father, only having a little spot above her nose on her face, and her front left toes. Her front left leg is encapsulated by blazing fire, wrapping around her back up into her bushy fox-like tail.

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[TOADHOP]

Kin of kin, Mottledpaw is, but Toadhop can't help but to frown at the comment she makes. " And what do you expect a kit to do...? Find their own? " he finds himself asking with a flick of his tail. His voice is light, but he apprentice should know better by now, should know the importance of protecting ThunderClan's future and those that can't currently fend for themselves. However, he understands frustration, understands that there's bound to be more of it in the clan's current climate, both in frost and failure.

While Ravenpaw darts off to check the apprentice den, he nods to Mottledpaw, " Let me check my nest — I'm sure I have a few to spare. " The shiver in his form is bound to grow because of it, but if it means tension is eased, he'll be able to deal with it.
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[Berrypaw.]

Berrykit couldn't say that he was much of a collector when it came to accessories like feathers and pretty things, but he had accumulated a sort of stash when it had come to winning bets and having something to pawn off on others when he lost them. Anything that might please another in some sort of way, made that thing invaluable, but Berrykit wasn't going around giving out his collection for free - no, those who wanted something from him had to earn it, even if that came at the chance of him losing.

"I have some." Berrykit said as he approached Mottledpaw, eyeing the she-cat with an appraising look. She was kin, but that didn't warrant any family discounts by way of Berrykit. "But you'll have to win 'em, if you need 'em so badly. Since we kits aren't doing anything to help out around here." He snorted, not hiding the snark in his tone. He was barely a kit anymore, but he was still campbound.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎OOC ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ INFO ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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• BERRYPAW ✩ apprentice of thunderclan, six moons
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.

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[Dwindlingpaw]

⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊ Bedding itself was hard to come by, let alone feathers. When injured Mottledpaw whining reached her ears, she didn't spare it much thought till Ravenpaw, Toadhop, and even Berrypaw offered, even if it is with a twist. All attending to her like she's a helpless kit. Many cats were injured in some sort of way; her own bruises made her as stiff as a board, but she didn't speak on it. Everyone who was able-bodied ran to defend their clan.

Dwindlingpaw cast a pitying look at Mottledpaw's injured face, but her voice was sharp nonetheless. Everyone was cold. "Best put all those feathers to good use since everyone is donating from their own nests to you." Her red face as stone cold as the wind.​