camp 'TIL I'M LAUGHING ALONE ⟡ RTA

[: ̗̀➛ SCORPIONPAW]

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I'M GONNA WIN

The already high-energy Scorpionpaw seems to be only further energized by her new status, practically vibrating with the excitement of it. There is a jittering under her skin, a need to do something, and already strong impulse only furthered by responsibility. A young mind clings naively and simply to what she has learned; glory through violence, through retribution and bloodshed, be it blood of prey or enemy. Praise heaped upon the strong. So she must be strong, she must always be strong. She doesn't like sitting idle.

Her mentor isn't training her right now, and that is a problem. She needs something to do. So, a target has been caught in her sights. Clay-colored eyes are wide, spiky tail lashing. And then, she pounces, just as her mother showed her when she was a kit. She's been training since far before she was apprenticed.

Her target: an upsuspecting crow, perched high on the gorse wall. She doesn't catch it, it's far too high for her tiny form to reach. Still, it flies away with a loud caw and she declares her victory for all to hear. "That's right! I gotcha!" she jeers. "Fly on back to where ya came from, stupid bird! Go back t' eating your trash with your ShadowClan friends!" The last two words are spat like a curse, enemy, not cat. "Scorp's an apprentice now, Scorp's got claws and teeth, stay here and I'll skewer ya!" She cackles gleefully. Skewer is a good word, she learned that one recently. She watches the bird fly away with satisfaction; she may not know how to catch things yet, but she can still be scary.

I'M GONNA TRY
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₊°✩ info ; visual

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• SCORPIONPAW small but deadly.
  — she/her. 3 moons.
  — windclan tunneler apprentice, mentored by redrumble.
  — energetic troublemaker, seemingly incapable of fear.
  
  penned by saturnid.​
• "SPEECH"
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[PEONYBREEZE]

✿ — Peonyaw's expression is more somber today than usual; and that's truly saying something. He's frowning without even realizing it, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed as he stalks across the camp. It's been hard to decide what to do with his mind jumping all over the place. It's annoying and stopping him from being productive.

He should always be doing something. His limbs ached with the feeling of uselessness.

It's Scorpionpaw's triumphant yowl that makes him snap out of it, a noise of joy or otherwise positivity that he has not been expecting. The air around WindClan has been thick like snow after all.

Scorpionpaw's prey flutters away, easy, those claws nowhere near its wings or body in the slightest. She still seems so damn happy over it. How? Why?

"Wouldn't we want it to come back though?" he asks her without second-guessing whether he needs to question her antics or not. "So we can, you know, eat it?"​

❝ I DON'T WANT TO RUN — JUST OVERWHELM ME ❞​

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[HOLLYPAW---]

☽༺♰༻☾​

scorpionpaw's victory screeches ring around camp, hollypaw turns her head just in time to see a large black bird fleeing from needle like claws. the apprentice moves to go and join her littermate to say hello, she saw fewer and fewer of her siblings destined to be tunnelers. she never would have believed that she would miss their antics as she did.

although she moves quickly, she is beat by another. peonypaw with inquiries over the motives of her sister. a barbed tongue holds itself at the roof of her mouth, ears twitching at the older apprentice who suggested they should eat a crow. her nose shriveled into minor disgust. a bird was no meal fit for a windclanner. why would they want to eat anything other than the rabbits starclan so graciously filled the moorlands with? "you heard her, they eat trash," hollypaw insists, rounding the other to join her littermate. "if they eat trash, and we eat them, then we are eating trash. that's gross." she continues to further explain her point, a near incredulous look on her face.
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[LUCKYPAW]

With the newest round of apprentices now out and about, the nursery feels a tad lonelier - even if Luckykit hadn't been particularly close to his denmates, he still felt their absence, especially at night when their former nest lays empty. Now, rather than join in on some occasional game, they all had duties to attend to, work to be done, even if they had only just been apprenticed. Already, it seemed as if there was a world of difference between him and the rest of them, and it's not without some alarm that he realizes soon that difference will lessen; after all, he and his littermates will join them as apprentices soon. Had they all been ready for it, he wonders? Luckykit certainly doesn't feel ready, though it's not like he wants to be stuck as a kit forever, either. It's these thoughts that are interrupted by Scorpionpaw's sudden cries directed at a rapidly-fleeing crow, a scene that poses some confusion considering it doesn't sound like she's upset despite the bird getting away. She'd always been a bit rowdier than he'd liked, and it was at least a little comforting to see that much hadn't changed despite her new name and new responsibilities.

Like Peonypaw, he edges closer, wanting to understand what's going on, and it takes a moment for Hollypaw's explanation to sink in. Crows eat trash, huh? "Why would anything wanna eat trash?" Luckykit asks, nose bridge wrinkling. Why couldn't they just eat...whatever other birds ate? Or what rabbits eat? Those things are all plenty tasty, though it does raise another question - does prey only taste good because of what they eat? "Um, if crows are gross because they eat trash, does that mean rabbits are tasty because they eat...uh, grass and stuff?" Never before had he considered the greenery of the moors to be delicious-looking - after all, when cats were sick or hurt they had to eat plants and never seemed to like it much - but now, he's not so certain. Not to the point that Luckykit's racing to go eat strange things, of course, but the logic does track; at least, it does to him. On the other paw, though, wouldn't somebody have figured that out by now if it were really true? He'd certainly never seen anyone eat grass, or even mention anything like that in passing, so maybe it wasn't true after all.
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[ PENNED BY HIJINKS ]​

 

[RATTLEHEART]

It was always good to see new apprentices around camp, stretching out their legs and gradually learning their limits alongside the mentors meant to lead them into the future. Some small part of Rattleheart was almost sad that they had missed out on that, too old to properly be considered an apprentice when they had joined alongside their siblings. Still, at least now they got to be on the other side of things, guiding their own apprentices and influencing the future of Windclan. A terrifying prospect, but one that excited the tunneler in the same breath. It wasn't often that they thought of themself as a force that could truly help or hinder Windclan substantially, but wasn't having an apprentice just that?

And if it was, hopefully Redrumble was prepared enough to deal with a future driven by Scorpionpaw.

Enthusiastic as ever, the new tunneler apprentice managed to draw a rough chuckle out of Rattleheart as they approached, watching the crow she'd unsuccessfully tried to grab fly off over the moors. They settled down near Luckykit, long tail flicking lightly against the kit's head as a way to grab his attention. "Sometimes prey eats trash because it has no other choice. Or it's the easiest thing to find. Not great by any means, but understandable at least." Desperate times called for desperate measures, not that they had ever really entertained the thought of eating trash when prey was sparse. Still, there had certainly been times they had eaten pieces of prey they would usually turn their nose up at, because there were truly no other options. "I'm not sure rabbits taste so good because of that, though... I've tripped and gotten a muzzleful of grass before, and it certainly didn't taste like rabbit." The thought made their face twist, both from remembering the taste of grass and the embarrassment that had come from pushing themself back up afterwards.
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[ PENNED BY EO ]​

 

[SUNNVAR]

He remembers quite clearly what it had been to begin his learning. The terror and the pride and the excitement all at once, boiling over to a mess. Though there had been no ceremony as WindClan so adored, and his duties had started both smaller and earlier than the ones their apprentices take to, the trust they had placed in him with those first tasks had been a joy like little else. However he could say with complete certainty that he had not reacted to it the way that Scorpionpaw had. Were it not so terribly overwhelming the warrior might even find it endearing. It reminds him in a way of Adderpaw those short moons ago. Precocious as he was, had there been joy in that moment of his assignment? Had there ever been anything kit-like about him to begin with? He thinks briefly of Weaselclaw's words, and swallows them as best he can.

The young tom would survive this gauntlet he was being put through. If nothing else, he is certain of that. And WindClan, stars help them, would survive the likes of Scorpionpaw just the same.

"It is not that they eat grass," he laughs, speaking firm agreement with Rattleheart. Once again he leans closer in a facsimile of touch, though halts just before their pelts brush at the shoulder. Not quite contact, but close enough to promise it– perhaps once he knew the other better, things would be different. "Crows would taste far better if they did not make their home among the refuse of ShadowClan. Perhaps one day you will catch one that has lived solely upon these moors, Scorpionpaw. You will have to tell me what it tastes of then." In truth, the black birds felt nearly forbidden to Sunstride. An omen that he would not contend with, even at his strongest or his weakest. That others did not see fate written on night-dark wings confuses him more often than not.

＞ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES REFERENCE 05.28.2023 〙ˊˎ＜

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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, but somewhat closeted. will not be open about his interests.  single, will be so.
  —— seems comparatively stranger than who he was some moons ago, serious and cool.
  
  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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[Badgermoon]

It was strange, somehow, to see Juniperfrost's kits as apprentices, and for the icy warrior to still be dead and gone. Of course, that was the way of life - unless your name ended in -star, death was permanent - but it was still bizarre to see things change and the frigid tomcat to still be among the stars. Spiderbloom had returned to her duties, and her children were now apprentices. They're so young. he thought with a twinge of unease, watching Scorpionpaw charge around and declare her triumph with childish glee. His gaze moved towards his son, considering his imminent apprenticeship; instinctively, Badgermoon moved closer to Luckykit, trying to curve one large paw around the boy's small frame. Protecting him, from...something. The passage of time? WindClan's many enemies, seen and unseen? His own anxiety?

Badgermoon listened as discussion about trash- and grass-eating and their merits (or lack thereof) flowed, amusement causing a small grin to appear on the deputy's weary face. "We should all give thanks to StarClan that we aren't obligated to eat crows, or, indeed, trash itself." he mewed. "WindClan is fortunate to plentiful prey, prey which is the most delicious of all the Clans...no frogs nor toads, nor slimy fish, nor hairy squirrels, and certainly no kittypet-pellets." ​

 

[Mouseflight]

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ | Birds were something that Mousepaw would never eat, even if he was starving. Rabbit was too tasty and there were too many birds that lived within other clan territories - he didn't want to accidentally eat something diseased from the forest or from the marsh. Walking upon the conversation, the large-eared apprentice let a smile wash over his maw before he rolled his eyes, "That's why ShadowClan cats are so gross too, because they eat the trash birds." It's what made sense. WindClan cats were fast because they ate fast rabbits, ShadowClan cats smelled disgusting and were gross because they ate the stinky gross crows.

Nodding his head, Mousepaw would agree with Badgermoon, "I think I'd rather starve than eat any of that stuff, especially the kittypet-pellets." Nose would wrinkle at the last bit, head shaking for a moment in disgust before it went back to normal.​

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[VENOMSTRIKE]

( ) The sound of triumphant jeering was enough to draw Venomstrike forward as he glanced over to the apprentices talking about trash eating birds and the thought itself made his muzzle wrinkle for a brief moment, he would go to sit a pawstep away from Rattleheart deciding to listen in on the conversation that was being have. Admittedly, he was curious if crows actually tasted like trash or if they tasted like the other avians that they had around the moors. Maybe he'd learn one day if he ever got his paws on that infamous trash eating bird though for now, he would flick his ear in disinterest. He nodded to what Badgermoon said about Windclan having plentiful and delicious prey though the mention of kittypet pellets made his snout wrinkle in disgust once more. He had to agree with Mousepaw on wanting to starve than ever eating whatever kittypets ended up shoveling down their throats, his ears lowering slightly and brushing against his skull.

"Good riddance to the trash bird." He thought quietly to himself not really having any further input seeing as everyone else had said their part though in his mind there was a few questions but chose to push them aside for now. Venomstrike would finally mumble a quiet "Yes... We're very fortunate for the good plentiful prey... That doesn't eat trash." He said with slight amusement in his voice and a ghost of a smile present on his face. ​

( ME GUSTA LA MAÑANA; ME GUSTAS TÚ )