welcome to the circus |☀| pranking the warriors

[LIGHTSTRIKE .]

❝ WE HAVE YET TO CRASH ✧°.☀ ————————————
A cricket had managed to find its way into the apprentices' den last night.

The others either hadn't cared, or were too asleep to, as it had been left to Lightpaw to irritably hunt it down and chase it out. For the rest of the night, he could have sworn it was still there. Probably taunting him. It was safe to say he now had a bit of a personal grudge against the things. It was early the next morning, the sun only just about to make its appearance and the golden tom gnawing on a small mouse, when he thought back to the overnight event. An idea struck him. For a moment he pondered it, and a devious grin worked its way onto his maw.

While he probably wasn't supposed to leave camp by himself, in the face of his newfound mission, it had mattered little, and he slipped out quietly. Execution was a hassle to say the least, and he spent more time than he would have liked on the project, only deepening his newfound distaste for the chittering insects. By the time he finally cut his losses, tired of chasing down crickets, he had managed to capture seven - one managed to escape - and worked at struggling to keep them all contained in his hastily made trap of leaves and cobweb.

Now back at camp, having followed the strength of ThunderClan's scent (at least some of Nightbird's teaching had rubbed off on him thus far), he carefully waited for an opportunity before crossing the clearing toward the warrior's den. It wasn't quite empty, to his chagrin, but those that remained were fortunately sleeping. He would just have to hope things went smoothly. The crickets were still wriggling for their freedom, and at this rate, he would lose them all.

Lightpaw slipped into the warrior's den, skirting around the edge until he was as far from the sleeping warriors as possible. Only then did he release his captured crickets, watching them all scramble away from their prison to hide. Good luck finding all of those, he thought with a grin, creeping back out of the den and back to his own.

[penned by its_oliverr - ☀]

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[Howlfire]

Unluckily for Lightpaw, he walked into the path and line of sight of Howlkit. She had woken early after a restful night of slumber and promptly stumbled outside to see in the new day. Howlkit had been sitting outside admiring the brightening, yet cold day, when she felt the familiar pangs of hunger settling in. Deciding she could not wait any longer, she had turned to make her way back to the nursery, where she intended on waking her siblings and mother and insisting they eat. Instead of making it back to the nursery however, her attention is caught by Lightpaw creeping away from the warrior's den and heading back to the apprentice's den. Curious as to what he might have been doing, she hurried to intercept him, quite literally nearly barreling into him as she skidded to a stop. "Hi, Lightpaw!" She chirped, her voice a little too loud at that moment. Howlkit eyes him curiously for a moment before peering behind him to the warrior's den, though she does not see the crickets. "What are you doing?"​

 

[LIGHTSTRIKE .]

❝ WE HAVE YET TO CRASH ✧°.☀ ————————————
In his focus to return to his den, he hadn't quite noticed the approach of Howlkit. The squeaky greeting is enough to make him jump, although he quickly straightens up and swipes his tongue over his chest fur casually. "Oh, hey," he returned, taking a moment to follow her gaze and glance back at the warrior's den. All clear. "Oh, were you watching?" he replied, taking the moment to internally scramble for an excuse.

In the end, he shrugged. "Nothing interesting. Nightbird just uh, wanted some more moss for her nest." He jerked his head in gesture toward the warrior's den. "I was just dropping it off." He paused. "Lazy bum didn't wanna get it herself," he tacked on. Smooth.

Lowering himself to his belly, Lightpaw quirked a brow, electing to redirect the conversation. "What about you then? What's the great Howlkit up to today?"

[penned by its_oliverr - ☀]

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[TRUFFLEPELT]

Unfortunate enough to have been slumbering within the walls of the warrior's den when Lightpaw entered, the throes of Trufflepelt's often-meaningful dreams failed to free him even at the shuffle of foreign paws. It was not noise but touch that flitted his golden gaze awake, rheumy eyes peering through the blear- upon his nose sat something, blurry and long and chirping. Alarmed, Trufflepelt wasted not a moment in letting an ear rise, alert- and crossing his vision, his attention settled upon nothing less than a cricket, resting soundly atop his nose. Chirping, chirping- it was all about, that incessant noise! Was this what his dream had warned hi about, with that similar chirping, the late-night ambience...?

"A plague!" he shouted, bursting from the den's entrance and glancing around camp with an expression set in wide-eyed disbelief. "I was too late in deciphering my prophecy- and oh, now a plague has descended!"

What pessimism, for he was beside himself with what he believed to be divine doomsday, the greatest tragedy. With the springing of bugs where they shouldn't be- it was the corruption of order. Was he too late to save ThunderClan? Dramatics were punctuated by a singular cricked hopping from the den's entrance- a miasma seeping into the camp...!​

( PENNED BY PIN )​

 

[nightbird]

she was just returning to camp, a squirrel dangling loosely between her jaws. she cast a glance over to the warriors den, and saw lightpaw chatting with a kit right outside of it. a little odd, but nothing too strange to investigate.

nightbird continued to deposit her kill onto the pile and was about to go groom out her fur, when trufflepelt came barreling out of the den. she listened to the tom spew nonsense about some plague, some prophecy.

as she approached, she could spot a cricket hopping out of the den is that what all this commotion was over? a single cricket? her brows knit. whether it was in confusion, or concern for the older warrior's sanity was up in the air.

"some plague this is." she drawled sarcastically. a cricket in camp is much more of a given than a plague. they were in the middle of the forest. the little creatures seemed to run rampant. "your prophecy, huh? maybe next time you can prophesize a fat rabbit. would be much cooler than a cricket." nightbird added, sitting and wrapping her tail around her as she watched the bug bounce away. ​

[ RETURN FIRE WITH SUPERIOR FIRE ]​