The Plastics | High-Rock hangout

[Firefang]

Firepaw rarely relaxes, always on the prowl for something to do looking to always be useful to prove herself worthy; especially after the fiasco with Silverpaw but intensified by just how much slack needed to be picked up after the raid and blizzard. There was plenty to do, but even the most hard working of cats needed a break she wouldn't be much use to the clan if she was always exhausted after all and the more tired she was the more grumpy. She allows herself this peaceful moment, a mostly eaten hare at he paws one she'd caught and had given to the elders (only for them to nose it back to her, telling her she too had earned her fill) her hunger had gotten the best of her and Starclan it'd been so long since she'd been able to catch anything even longer since she had been able to eat her own kills. She licks her lips at stares over the expanse of the moors, she'd always been fond of enjoying her meals up here whenever she could escape camp.

It was even nicer then laying atop the meeting rock, she could see almost the entire territory lit so brilliantly by the glowing sun as it warmed these once frostbitten lands. She can feel warm her pelt, can bask in it from where she lays, soon greenleaf would come and she'd get to experience the season for the first time. For now she lays alone enjoying the moment letting herself relax for the first time in days, she thinks not of her greater "duties" doesn't think of traitors or would be traitors she just thinks of how damn good this hare tastes and how happy she is to call the moors her home.

Sadly she wouldn't be alone for long, this was a popular hang out spot after all but she's too distracted to notice the sounds of pawsteps and chitter chatter. ​

( PLACE ME IN MY CASKET TONIGHT ; BECAUSE IM ALREADY DYING INSIDE )

 

[SMOKESTEP]

TAGS — For Firepaw, Smokepaw may be the worst cat to interrupt her respite away from apprentice duties. Well, worst next to Silverpaw- he doubts that she hates him more than that kittypet. Regardless, when he finds himself at his sister's side after cresting the outlook rock, he can't help but wonder how she'll try and push him away. And then, in the same breath, he wonders why he should even bother trying to be close in the first place. It's not like they're buddies. He swears that they have the same animosity for each other as the kind they turn towards SkyClanners and RiverClanners alike, and yet the memory of her concern when he'd emerged from that collapsed tunnel is still fresh in his mind. It's almost like a wound, the way it festers among his thoughts. Would he have done the same for her, had their roles been reversed? He thinks that he would, but would she let him?

"Hey," Smokepaw greets. It is somehow measured even in a single word; an exercise in treading carefully. "Did you catch that?" He points his nose towards the hare at her paws. It seemed... impressive. He supposes. The tunneler chews his cheek as he seats himself at her side. He hadn't done anything so worthwhile lately. Just gotten scared by that minor collapse- and then jumped back in the next day, as if it had never happened (and ignoring the twisting knot of anxiety that now sat firmly in his stomach). Well, there was more time ahead of them. He could at least attempt to be less strict about his duties for the day.​

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

DONT EVER WANT TO SEE THINGS CHANGE
periwinklepaw | 06 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff

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Periwinklepaw is likely the last cat either of them wants to see. He is not on friendly terms with most of his fellow apprentices, and hiding away in the medicine den these days surely doesn't help. To be honest, Firepaw is also the last cat he wishes to see, her mocking words still ringing violently in his mind every time he sees her. He feels the most violent, the most negative, he ever ha when she is around - his teeth grit and his fur on edge. But the high rock has always been a favorite place of his, ever since the very first day he was allowed out of camp and vulturemask - still leechpaw back then - showed it to him. He can see everything from here, feel everything. He's never felt loser to starclan than upon the smooth stone, even in the daytime when he cannot see their ancestors shining over head. Near silent pawsteps and his sticky-sweet scent are the only announcement of his presence, content to only give the barest of nods in greeting to smokepaw before sitting down on the sunwarmed surface, content to simply bask and ignore the others unless spoken to.

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[GRAVELSNAP]

For all that Gravelpaw has been called a workaholic, they are skilled in understanding when they could use a break. And after yet another round of going toe-to-toe with a cranky elder who apparently just wants to keep their ticks as pets, the apprentice thinks that they deserve more than a small break. They end up trailing behind Smokepaw, following the other all the way to outlook rock—tall, and surely a good sunning spot.

They clearly aren’t the only one relaxing—atop the rock they see Firepaw, a favorite peer of theirs, and they offer her a half-smile. Upon spotting Periwinklepaw, though, the corner of their mouth tilts into a half-sneer. They have always been blatant with their distaste for the annoying things in life, and that holds true even now. "Hello Firepaw, Smokepaw," they greet the pair of siblings—pointedly not looking at the other black and white apprentice. "How is the hunting today?"
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[ DEATH OF A DREAM ]​

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[PALETHROAT]

the concept of workaholism is one outside of palethroat's limited understanding; he's always been hedonistic, indulging in whatever his body and mind desired without caring for consequences that follow. if his body tells him that he could use a luxurious sunbath, who is he to deny himself that?

basking atop outlook rock, his belly exposed to the warm rays promising an end to the cold leafbare moons, palethroat lets out a contented purr as he closes his eyes. he'd missed this in the period of sickness that'd consumed his life for what felt like an eternity. the senior warrior had never known that he could appreciate being able to breathe without crusted mucous clogging his nose, or simply existing without a hacking cough overtaking him every other heartbeat, so damn much. how thankful he is that whatever weeds dandelionwish had given him ended up working in the long-run! (or, more likely, it was his amazing immune system and flawless genes, since apparently dandelionwish was a weed himself according to the gods... or whatever. but the plants might've helped, too.)

the youth of the clan converse a short distance away, palethroat's pointed ears swiveling towards their voices. one eye cracks open as one of the dark-furred worms points out a sizeable hare, asking if his peer had caught it. palethroat cranes his neck to look at the congregation of children upside down, wrinkling his nose as he says, "it's almost as large as the hare i caught earlier." the attention-seeking lie rolls off his tongue as easily as if it were the truth; the hare he'd caught had been nothing impressive, all skin and bones rather than digestible meat. but it's not like he could be showed up by a bunch of kits.

a black-and-white apprentice greets the two siblings, but not the other... palethroat hasn't a clue what's going on between them, but the prospect of petty drama has him invested in the events to come, his tail tip curling with amusement. he hopes this sparks some sort of argument- he could use the entertainment!​

 

[Sedgerunner]

"BUT I STILL HAVEN'T FOUND WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR"​

A satisfied sigh passes through her lips as her lengthy form splays lazily across the sun-lit camp. Her belly still gnawed with hunger, though she's learned to push it away and clear it from her mind. Voices reach her elongated ears as her head swivels towards the apprentices and Palethroat by the High Rock. Firepaw is warming herself upon the smooth stone, her shaded pelt blending in with the slate color beneath her. Beside her lay a rather large hare, larger than one she's seen in good awhile. Her eyes widen lightly in surprise before drawing herself to delicate paws. Smokepaw asks her the question that echoed within her own mind, a fantastic catch no doubt.
Gravelpaw soon joins the crowd, greeting the two siblings but blantantly disregarding Perwinklepaw. Sedgerunner cocks her head for a moment, wondering what all that was about. Like Palethroat, she too was intrigued with whatever was going on there. What drama had unfurled between the four of them. But, the warrior pushes it to the side. It didn't involve her. "I knew you could catch a fine hare, Firepaw! Well done, indeed. Heh—especially with how the weather has been lately." She would give a smile to the apprentice, genuine and encouraging. "Do you remember where about you saw it? Maybe there's a few more."

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[SNAILSTRIDE]

It doesn't take much for the grey tabby to be lulled into a slumber, unfortunately, unless brought about by their sleeping spells, it didn't take much to wake them up either. Conversations around the High Rock cause a pair of sapphire eyes to open halfway, squinting against the glare of the sun just barely blocked out by the feline figures atop the leader's perch. Their own catch lay half-eaten by their side, a field vole who'd had a rough winter, if their scraggly fur and rheumy (albeit now vacant) eyes were anything to go by. Snailpaw gave a stretch and flopped onto their flank, their tail flicking up and down as they tried to find the perfect angle to catch the sun again. The fresh-kill, wilfully not stared at by the blood-wary apprentice, still smelled like iron and musk in their nostrils, hunger pangs and nausea wrestling the longer they dwelled on the rodent's final moments. Deciding it was best to focus on the conversation instead, Snailpaw's head eventually craned to the side of their rolling form, catching the gazes of as many WindClanners as they could. It was nice, after everything that had happened, to have one moment of genuine respite.

"Don't bunnies tend to avoid where others have been killed for a bit? Like they're scared of the same thing happening to them? I dunno, that's what I'd do if I was a rabbit." With a friendly tone, he challenged Sedgewhisker's perception of the hare (and unknowingly got the two mixed up in their drowsiness).




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[Firefang]

It was an open secret that the children of Ravencry didn't get along, she tolerates him at best and spits his name with rancor and prays for his downfall to his face at worst. They're littermates bound by the shared blood in their veins and the same fiery gaze they'd inherited but that's the most alike she wants to say they are. Smokepaw was everything she wasn't, a more quiet passive boy who rarely acted out the star pupil the esteemed apprentice of Sootstar. And what was Firepaw? A spitfire who didn't know how to keep her mouth shut and was always getting into trouble either by picking fights with her peers or being where she wasn't supposed to be, a girl who let her blood boil to the point it clouded her vision and who'd been beaten by a kittypet regardless if he'd gotten lucky or not it was her fault for underestimating him, her fault for bringing shame onto Windclans name. And before that in the dark depths of a tunnel who was it that'd been the hero and who was it who'd nearly gotten herself and that esteemed apprentice killed?

She enjoys the crunch of skin pulling away from bone, she gobbles her prey down and pretends she doesn't notice him, her pupil only for a moment glances towards him as he settles. She wishes he would stay below the moors she runs across, out of sight out of mind but he's always around. A shadow that plagues her days with her guilt and regret. She hates him for that. He can never let her be, his voice cuts in and he means well but his existence has always served to mock her anyway. It's not his fault. No matter how carefully he tread it would never be enough, he still steps on the lions tail. ❝No, it just appeared at my paws dead and already half eaten❞ she snaps tail lashing, she doesn't care to look at him merely bending her neck down and parting her jaws for another bite. If she was chewing she didn't have to speak to him, he'd get the hint. Gravelpaw has come with him and she doesn't mind their presence, she'd look up from her meal for a moment flashing them a bloodied smirk. She meets them with the friendliness she'd barred from her brother long ago ❝It's as painful as ever, I'd like to say I got lucky but I think this little bastard was just unlucky❞ she laughs at her own joke. Only for it to die down as the soft sound of more paws come leaping onto the sun soaked rock.

She doesn't need to look over her shoulder to know who it was, Periwinklepaw smells different then the other apprentices not unlike Vulturemask yet he was far less useful and notable then the medicine cat. She's never liked him even from the very start of his apprenticeship; he was a little mewling crybaby who couldn't say a single word right he was easy to tease almost to easy. He wasn't as fun to tease as some of the other apprentices and so often he got ignored by her, something that sadly for him wouldn't last. ❝Too scared to say hi luh-luh-loooser❞ it's childish and the brand of humor she'd always been fond of. She flashes her bloodied fangs at him in a grin that doesn't look the least bit friendly. Somehow she misses the presence of Palethroat and as her eyes catch him her smile vanishes as if she'd been innocent all along. Thankfully he didn't seem to be the kind of warrior to try and discipline her for playing around. He was the type to brag however, sadly. She stares at him with narrowed eyes, the bite of an insult was on the tip of her tongue but she thinks better of it. She'd look forward to the day she was a warrior where no longer did she need to hold back her words. Her eyes roll ❝Whatever❞ she huffs and thankfully she's saved from having to entertain him any further, though part of her wished Sedgerunner never approached.

She shifts uncomfortably looking up to her then down at the rabbit, she never knows what to do with praise she doesn't believe i's the type layered with sarcasm. She gulps ❝Uhh thanks❞ her paw would push the hare in her direction ❝You can have the rest if you want... Any of you can I guess❞ I've lost my appetite. Her ears fold back, sure praise felt nice she supposes but it's not from the right maw she wants to hear. It wouldn't mean much unless it came from the mouth of Sootstar or that of her mothers. Sedgerunner gives her an easy way to push past her discomfort and she's able to latch onto that ❝Found it not far from the horseplace, chased it for a good while before It made a bad turn and payed the price for it❞ she explains, it was always a pain to take them down they were strong and this one had fought as much as it could but there was only so much a creature could do in a death lock.

Her ear twitches at Snailpaw as they come in as always to mraow something stupid or inane, though this time there is some sense to it but regardless she just shrugs ❝You are a big fluffy rabbit Snailpaw, you got the heart of one❞ there's more of a gentle edge to her words ❝I dunno if they're smart enough to even think like that❞ they seemed stupid to her, but so did a lot of her clanmates.

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