pafp WE BOTH HATE THE NEWS || SPLASH FIGHT

[Thriftfeather]

Although it had initially felt like a misfortune on Thriftpaw’s part to have wound up among a small group of his peers at the sun-warmed pool, Thriftpaw reminds himself that he isn’t thinking like that anymore. He’s lucky to be in WindClan, and he is lucky to be here, watching his clanmates speak to one another with an ease that Thriftpaw has lost.

It is the sun-warmed pool itself that draws Thriftpaw’s attention. The clear water catches broken halos from the sun and throws them at Thriftpaw so harshly that it leaves a purple afterimage to be blinked from his eyes. It glitters, and despite the pain of watching it Thriftpaw is entranced. It brings about a feeling Thriftpaw hadn’t purposefully buried — a certain joy at seeing a leaf wavering against a breeze or the persistent shine of a beetle’s glossy outer wings. At once, Thriftpaw wants to play.

He lets the feeling carry him into a pounce. Thriftpaw’s first thought is that the water is warmer than he expected: the name makes a sense that Thriftpaw hadn’t even bothered to think about before. The next thought is that crosses through Thriftpaw’s mind is that he is a mousebrain. The water had splashed the whole of Thriftpaw’s front and plastered his thick fur flat to his paws, making them look almost comically small. Those who were unfortunate enough to be near to the edge of the pool were hardly spared a similar fate.

“Oh!” Thriftpaw gasps, guilt coloring his voice, “Whitepaw! I didn’t mean to, uh, to… You can splash me back so that it’s fair?”

@whitepaw​

WINDCLAN APPRENTICE ✦ GOLDEN TABBY TOM ✦ 5 MOONS​

 

[whitedawn]

As a tunneler, there were rare opportunities to spend time with her fellow moor runner apprentices, at least that isn't weighed down by the business of chores being done around the camp. So when the chance arose for apprentices to relax by the Sun-Warmed pool, she took it despite the sunniness of the day. She'll be fine, it'd be fine for a day. She enjoyed spending time with her friends and denmates, even if she was only close to a pawful of them. Chatting softly with her friends, she was content to relax by the pool before a splash of water hit her form and who she was chatting with, making her blink owlishly. While the majority of the sudden splash was sudden and hit her, she didn't mind it. The water was warm but it was also cooling her fur with the light breeze in the air. Turning towards the source as Thriftpaw gave a small apology and offer to splash him back. It wasn't a bad idea, and it was a nice way to cool off. Nodding with a small smile, she moved closer to the water to splash it with her front paws, causing even more water to plaster her snow-hued fur to her skin. However, her aim was slightly off, and while she did hit Thriftpaw with the splash, she also got the apprentice that was nearby to the younger tom too. "Oh! 'm sorry!" She murmured, but the smile on her maw didn't diminish. It was just water, and while it'd take a while to dry, it was a nice way to cool off this warm greenleaf day.​

[I'M BREATHING]​

 

[Badgermoon]

Greenleaf was a hot season, and while Badgermoon preferred it greatly to the prey-scare winter moons, at times the hot weather drove him nearly to the brink. Such as today, when - in a fit of heat-induced rage - he snarled at the retreating figure of a particularly skittish rabbit and stalked away. I'm done hunting. thought the deputy viciously, slinking across the territory with the same grumpy temperament as his namesake. He was quite content to stew in his overheated misery, thank you very much, but as he passed by the sun-warmed pool he heard splashes and the higher-pitched voices of apprentices. Despite himself, Badgermoon veered closer, curiosity bring his white-tipped ears up from their flattened position. Whitepaw and Thriftpaw were exchanging splashes with water? That's so...

What was the word for it, really? Foolish? Clever? Cute? Childish?

"You call that a splash?" demanded Badgermoon with an exaggerated scoff, springing forward and using his broad body to send a surge of water towards the apprentices. "C'mon, show me what you've really got!" a grin lit up the bicolor cat's face, making his yellow eyes gleam with merriment.​

 

[SEDGEPOUNCE]

Weak. That's probably the word that Badgermoon was looking for, descending upon the pools with a righteous fury and tormenting the cats there with a wave massive enough to drench the pelts of anyone near. If he hadn't got caught in the crossfire before, he certainly was now, and Badgermoon's booming voice was finally what tipped Sedgepaw into a torrent of belly-aching laughter.

He was right. The little splashes of before were weak. But Sedgepaw would show him better!

"HA HA HA!" Sedgepaw exclaims theatrically, drawing attention his way like tempting moths toward a flame. In one fell swoop, he darts forward, sending a barrage of water toward Badgermoon as he skids to a halt and ushers toward Whitepaw and Thriftpaw with a smile. "C'mon! He can't take all of us at once!" the tom demands gleefully. If he has his way, the deputy will regret ever challenging a group of apprentices to a battle of tomfoolery.​

 

[Periwinklebreeze.]

❀​❀ I FEEL SCARED AND I'M STARTING TO SINK ❀❀​
periwinklebreeze | 12 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically medium (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff

---

The sudden game catches peri off guard, sour though his moods have been and wandering is his tired min, but as he hears the joyful laughter and sees bright grins, he can't help but feel a bit of mischief himself. The boy hesitates for a moment, uncertain, before dainty paws send his tall frame surging forwards - splashing and spraying water in the direction of the group of apprentices. Warriors against 'paws, he thinks absently, a happy giggle slipping past his lips before he can stop it. When was the last time he'd been this, well, happy?
​

​

​

​

 

[SNAKEHISS]

// prior to meeting? i think?

Snakepaw had been out on a hunt as well, perhaps one of his last as the deputy's trainee. He had begun his training when mushy ice covered the ground and icy winds battered the land, and now as this era of his life drew toward a close, he stood on hot earth as the sun relentlessly beamed on his back. In spite of the heat, he manages to catch a singular piece of prey so far.

As he pads along the moors, kill in maw, he twitches his ears as he hears several shouts coming from the direction of the sun-warmed pool. Was that... Badgermoon? Whatever was he doing?

The midnight black apprentice, curious, quickly made his way onto the scene, though his timing couldn't be any worse. "What—" Whatever was going to come out of his maw next didn't matter.

SPLASH!

Ever the neatly-groomed tom, he now stands there a sopping-wet mess, a soaked ouzel dangling in his jaws. The torrent of water hadn't been enough to completely douse every inch of his body, but it was safe to say that his face and front half was drenched.

His scrunched eyes slowly opens, beads of water descending from the hairs along his face as well as his whiskers. He had been caught in the crossfire and he wasn't pleased, to say the least. Utterly shocked by what had just happened, Snakepaw can't bring himself to react in any other way.​

 

[cottonsprig]

Before the onslaught started, Cottonpaw had been lounging somewhere between Whitepaw and Sedgepaw, chattering away aimlessly. Her tail was draped partially over the former, in an attempt to cover up Whitepaw's pale skin from the sun's too-hot rays. Thriftpaw's sudden surge of water drenched the albino and thus splashed her as well. The rest of the fiasco happened so quickly - Badgermoon and Periwinklebreeze tagteaming the apprentices, Sedgepaw launching up with intense laughter. Snakepaw turns the corner at just the wrong time, and Cottonpaw's own giggles struggle to be set aside for the dark furred tom as he, too, is hit in the crossfire.

Cottonpaw finally joins in the game, figuring that she's not in any position to dry off soon, anyways. She waves her partially soaked tail at Snakepaw, grinning in his direction, "C'mon, Snakepaw! Join in the fun!" It's the most fun she has had in the last few days, given her loudly made situation. She turns on her deputy, however, heaving herself up and dropping her top half in the water in an attempt to cause a big enough wave to crash into him. A watchful eye would catch her glancing back towards Snakepaw, waiting for him to abandon his hunt and play in the warm waters with them.​

 

[whitedawn]

Suddenly other faces joined the splashing, and Whitepaw could only blink as the deputy issued a challenge, and Sedgepaw encouraged it. Glancing to her side at Cottonpaw, rosy hues focused on the dark form of her cousin, watching the older tom get his front soaked. A sudden but quiet giggle escaped the ivory girl's lips, a bit amused by Snakepaw's unfortunate luck. While her ear twitched in the other tunneler's direction as Snakepaw was invited to join, Whitepaw moved, practically splashing into the pool with her whole being to help get the two warriors more than a little soaked.​

[I'M BREATHING]​