camp TOPSY TURVY ✦₊⁺ TRIPPING

[DEERPAW.]

Deerpaw is a flighty creature. A creature, forever spiked with a skeletal appearance, paired with a dull sense of humor and an ever - present frown on his face. Today the apprentice's den is suffocating with the... followers staying in there. He can't help but shudder in disgust. The sun - dapples peeked through camp, he cannot hide himself in the apprentice's den no longer- in his shared enclosure.

The faux tortoiseshell wants out. Out. Deerpaw pushes through the fern entrance of the den without further thought. All haunched over and bones. His breath quicken. His chest felt like squeezing his every breath out of him, dark paws knead at the ground below him for a moment. He can't stand the wretched, horrible place. Now, he's in sight: the daylight... It makes him want to scramble back in the apprentice's den and hide away. But, now he does not dwell, does not hesitate or ponder. He probably hallucinates his relief and then– He trips. He lets out a ugly yelp. He twists his body, hazel eyes wide in panic.

He's on the ground, his long forearms out in front of him as his hind legs are bunched up. Claws unsheathed and digging into the earth, his tail lashing behind him in twitches. He felt one of his eyes twitch as a grimace settles upon his maw. That was... horrible. His coat prickles on end, he felt eyes on him. Multiple eyes. He doesn't like it... Deerpaw promptly curls into himself, a trail of soil curling up around his claws as he sheathes them away to hide his mismatched face in his arms. His ears flattened to his dark skull, he could feel them burn while he wrinkles his nose hidden in his arms. This is embarrassing...

﹒౨ৎ˚₊‧ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑮𝑶𝑨𝑻'𝑺 𝑬𝑮𝑮 ᯓ★ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃

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• ( I-I CAN'T H-HANDLE IT! ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ♰ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ DEERPAW. ╱ thunderclan apprentice
  ⸝⸝ amab ; HE / HIM ; 9 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 26TH.
  ✶ homosexual, ace / not actively looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a scrawny longhaired black/dark ginger tortoiseshell tom with low white and hazel eyes.
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, 4d4344" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like mud &. damp earth musk

  all opinions are ic! he's morbid and he sucks </3 ♱

  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone

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[THUNDERGLEAM]

Oh, she could not help but notice that stony scowl on Deerpaw's face! A grimace like that was a stubborn expression, she had found ... growling types did not like their standoffishness to be picked at. THey would be harder to liberate, but would they not smile in StarClan, free of whatever suffering caused such a look?

And a cry for help split the air - not quite the word itself, but close enough in its twisting pitch. A thump swivelled her head, settled pale eyes upon the fallen apprentice ... who else but Deerpaw? Having shouldered so quickly from the hive-like throng of the apprentices' den. "Oh, dear..." she observed. Smooth as waterfall, she wound her way over. Ghost-silent footsteps ferried her pale form over, and wraith-looming she looked over him.

"Are you alright?" Worry flitted in crimson pupils, not quite panic but palpable interest For he did not plummet, and would have had to contort quite awfully to snap anything, but still... even a graze could fester into infection, Father had warned her of it. "Face the world, walk with pride, if you are without injury! A mere fall should not fell you."

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[leafhusk]

apprentices have been enjoying collapsing for no reason. deerpaw’s yelp sounds so odd she nearly thought the boy was choking. her head turns, relieved to see it was only his paws failing him for a few seconds. she would normally shrug it off to let someone else handle it, but deerpaw is a cat she tends to feel bad for. perhaps it’s how she found him cowering under the tree, so many seasons ago.

it took leafhusk a second to realize thundergleam was encouraging him with a joke. she nearly grimaced at her attempt, it was cringy, though… cute. she supposes. "what… thundergleam said." she agrees, flicking her ear. "there’s no use in laying in the middle of camp like that… i’m sure lily pad will get if you want to rest in your bed." the warrior suggests, unaware of the apprentice’s current issues with where he slept.

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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ a strange one they had picked up, though certainly not the strangest. nightbird's gaze lingers on thundergleam, the pale warrior's encouraging speech to a lump of mottled fur. 'a mere fall shall not fell you,' she professes with a puffed chest. well... it did. for deerpaw, at least.

nightbird hums acknowledgement. it was a good sentiment, regardless of a misplaced delivery. "leafhusk is right. this-" a white paw lifts to motion at deerpaw's curled position under the open sky, even if he could not see it with a buried face. "is more of a windclan thing. we have dens for a reason." she always thought it weird to sleep under the open sky, had felt too exposed to catch a wink when forced to do so in the mountains. but maybe, deerpaw wasn't trying to forge a closer connection to starclan... or whatever. maybe, he had befallen the same plague poor merlinpaw had collapsed from not long ago. soon enough, the whole apprentice den would be without working legs. "are you ill, deerpaw?" the queen questions bluntly.

BURNING SWORD // ───‎ ⋆ GUIDE MY HAND‎ ‎‎ ‎‎☽

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 36 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes. currently a queen residing in the nursery.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / currently mentoring none.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

Deerpaw had always been the odd-man out in terms of… well, most things. His quiet demeanor that brimmed with nerves had made it hard for Roeflame to connect with him as a lonesome kit, brand new to their nursery. It was no different now, but their conversation sticks with her, bubbling to the surface of her thoughts from time to time when she spots the young tom around camp.

Skyclaw’s overthrow had changed the oak forest and its inhabitants as a whole, but Roeflame tried to keep a closer eye on the younger generation of young warriors and apprentices when she could spare it. When Deerpaw’s contorted cry rings out, Roeflame’s head swivels towards the sudden noise. “What the…”

By the time the apprentice is in the Lead Warriors sights, he is little more than a crumpled clump of brindle, the tabby would have thought the tom unconscious, at least until he proceeds to curl into himself. Thundergleam approaches, and Roeflame frowns, mostly in confusion. Thundergleam’s encouragement was strange, but at least the former loner seemed earnest in her efforts. Sparing a questioning glance towards Leafhusk as she approaches, Roeflame looks back down at Deerpaw’s curled form, ear twitching in response to Nightbird’s bluntness. “Staying on the ground isn’t calling any less attention to yourself, Deerpaw.” Roeflame doesn’t sugarcoat, though her tone isn’t completely devoid of maternal care, even with her ‘Queen’ title long retired. “On your paws, unless I should grab Gentlestorm.”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I GOT A POCKET ⋅✴⋅ A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ 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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