pafp what do you know [gossip]

[GRAVELSNAP]

Gossiping has always been a favorite pastime of Gravelsnap’s. The warrior is a naturally curious creature, and listening to the results of WindClan’s rumor mill interests them greatly. They cannot keep up with each action of their clanmates on their own, so getting information from others is simply more efficient. They can gather information and share it at the same time, and especially the more scandalous rumors are good conversation starters.

They cock their head, hazel gaze settling on Sunflowerpaw, a cat who they had once despised for their foolishness. But… they are no longer a kit, and it’s apparent that they have learned to be a less annoying presence around the clan. They’re a good listener, it seems, as well. "I heard that someone has been leaving prey and moss and feathers and stuff by Scorchstreak’s nest, but nobody knows who’s doing it." This one, he’d heard from a rather talkative warrior earlier in the morning while on their dawn patrol. The other cat had quite a few guesses as to the identity of the gift-giver, even naming names. They had even guessed that Bluepool might be the one leaving some of the nesting materials, mostly because the lead warrior had previously offered to bring Scorchstreak wool for her nest.

"What do you think—secret admirer, or soon-to-be father? Both, perhaps? Is it at least a fun rumor?" Either option is possible, and the black and white warrior is curious about Sunflowerpaw’s opinion on the matter. They don’t expect a dramatic response from the rather quiet apprentice, but even a nod of agreement would be appreciated.


// pls wait for @sunflowerpaw
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[ DEATH OF A DREAM ]​

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[SUNFLOWERMASK]

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AND IF IT EVER STARTS TO FEEL BAD, LITTLE FANG

Sunflowerpaw may not be much for sharing rumors, but that doesn't mean they don't want to know about them. The ever-curious apprentice has something a nosy streak, a penchant for eavesdropping that has carried since kithood. Especially since they've been entrusted with the very important task of keeping an eye on the other apprentices; knowing everything that's going on in the clan just makes sense, for Sootstar's spy. It's strategic.

...And maybe also a little fun.

They listen with rapt attention as Gravelsnap relays the latest gossip, preening a bit at the fact he'd trust them to share it, to ask their own opinionon the matter. They're a good judge, they think. All previous slights with Gravelsnap seem to be forgotten in this; kithood ear-cuffing or not, what matters is that he's got some good rumors to share now.

They take a moment to consider, nodding idly to confirm this is a fun one. "Both," they eventually decide, in response to Gravelsnap's theories. Someone's been leaving gifts, and Scorchstreak hasn't said whose kits they are? The answer is obvious: secret father. That has to be it. It wouldn't interest them much — Sunflowerpaw does not care much at all for romance; who Scorchstreak wants to have kits with is her own business. And yet, the secrecy intrigues them. What reason could this mysterious father have to hide? Suspicious. Their eyes narrow and sweep around the camp, as though searching for the culprit of these rumored gifts.

IT'S EASY TO EXPLAIN 'CAUSE THIS WORLD'S NOT TAME
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.°☀ info ; visual

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• SUNFLOWERPAW named by their half-brother vulturemask after his friend and mentor.
  — they/them, 6 moons.
  — windclan apprentice, mentored by wolfsong.
  — reserved yet loyal, distrusts most.
  
  primary character, high activity. penned by saturnid.​
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[Doverunner.]

Doverunner had just gotten back from hunting in the tunnels, mousey pelt still dusted with dirt along her back and tail, when the tail-end of juicy gossip caught her large, tufted ears. Perking, the tunneler turned to look at the sources, finding Sunflowerpaw and Gravelsnap to be her fountain of intrigue. Without much word to her now forgotten patrol, the young warrior trotted over, carrying her rabbit she'd caught as her eyes gleamed, clearly interested. "Oooh! A secret admirer? Oh, do you have any ideas who you think it might be?"With a soft thump, she dropped the rabbit, already jumping into the conversation as she made herself comfortable near the two. As a peace offering for clearly eavesdropping, she pushed the hare toward the pair, inviting them to share with her as her yellow eyes flicked between them, smiling with that look that most cats get when hearing rumors.
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[Lizardbounce]

( ✧ ) Three long legs carried the ebony tom into the camp. He dipped his head in departure to his patrol mates, and he glanced around for something else to do. He spotted some of his clanmates sitting around talking, and he twitched his pelt irritatedly. If I sat around like that I would get chewed out for being incompetent. he thought jealously. He had never had to work so hard since joining Windclan...not that he minded hard work, but constantly feeling like he had to prove himself was getting old.

Perhaps he would go check on his sister. He was sure she was already tired of being stuck in the camp, Starclan knows he would be. He started to begin towards the nursery, but he stopped as he heard the words from the group of cats. The ebony more-runner whipped his head around and narrowed his eyes. "Do you guys have nothing better to do than gossip about my sister?" he hissed, the tip of his tail flicking. "If she wanted everyone to know, she'd tell you." ​

( YOU GOTTA BE SO COLD ; TO MAKE IT IN THIS WORLD )

 

[GORSEJAW]

The whispers of WindClan do not typically ensnare Gorsejaw the way that they might others. He listens, of course — how could he do anything but? — yet it's not the same as what the others do. He walks through the rumors like an untouched ghost, in one ear and filed away before the unused remnants float out the other. Why is it that today is different? Maybe it's Gravelsnap and Doverunner that pull him in, familiar faces from his apprentice days. Maybe it's that he has a weakness for kits and all they might entail. Scorchstreak was a respected molly, and whoever her kittens grow to be will certainly be something great for WindClan. Lizardbounce, of course, does not seem all that eager to share in their thoughts.

Though the young warrior had opened his mouth to share his own opinions, it quickly shuts again at the older warrior's disdain. "Should we go and ask her?" He doesn't quite mean for it to leave his mouth, but it does. Very quickly. At least it is not an unkind thing to say, spoken politely and with the light air of someone discussing the weather. "If you worry about it being such a disruption to wonder, we could always just...crowd in the nursery with her."

˗ˏˋ《  OOC 05.16.2023 CASUAL  》´ˎ˗

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  ──── gorsejaw. moor runner of windclan, approximately 11 moons old. ages on the first of every month.
  ──── sexuality unknown. awkward; not particularly interested in others. longstanding crush on [redacted].
  ──── a lanky, wiry chocolate point tom with low white. though his fur is short, it is dense and coarse to contact and has a bit of length around his scruff and underbelly.
  ──── flighty and twitchy yet enduring and fiercely loyal.

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[Cloudedsky]

( ♬ ) Within the middle of her grooming does she hear Gravelsnap speak, and of course the hot topic of the hour was none other than Scorchstreak. A salmon pink tongue rasps over one of her patched paws, hoisting it to draw over her ear to clear away the soil and grit from the tunnels. She couldn't help but to over hear what they say to Sunflowerpaw, and with a mischievous glint within her molten gaze, she glides over to the gathering group. It'd be a blatant lie to say that Cloudedsky wasn't interested in who the father of the tortoiseshell queen's kits were, all Scorch had given was only that he was of WindClan origin.
She flicks a plumed tail in casual greeting, reclining back onto her haunches as they spoke. A secret admirer? Or perhaps the actual father? It's so hard not to imagine a clan mate that wasn't excited for their children, and she didn't understand why it needed to be such a secret. If he was WindClan as she states, then what's the harm in giving away his name? Wouldn't he want to claim his children? Ivory whiskers twitch thoughtfully as she sat there, wondering just who her own father was. Did he not want her? Sootstar had made it apparent to not speak of him nor even give her a name—and whenever she's been brave enough to ask—it was met with venom and blazing ire from her mother. "I bet it's the father." She says quietly, more to herself but loud enough for the others to hear her clearly. "But yes, I guess it would be both t—" She's cut off by Doverunner, though she wasn't necessarily irked by it. A smile plagues upon her delicate festures, wide and mischievous as she nods. "Good question," she starts, swiveling her head around to make out just who it could be. "Hmmm—maybe it was Tigerfrost? I think they were always close, him and Scorchstreak." She murmurs, her tone filling with grief since his death. She could only hope he's watching down upon them now, vowing to protect his possible offspring. A hiss full of ire then breaks the silence, and Lizardbounce is in no mood for their gossip over his sister. Tufted ears flatten apologetically, her head lowering in a bit of shame. He had a point. If Scorchstreak wanted anyone to know, she'd have announced it. But who wasn't at least a little bit intrigued? Her gaze flits to Gorsejaw and her eyes widen with an immediate shake of her head. Scorchstreak would line all their hides for her nest. "No, no!" She bursts out. "Scorchstreak would bite all of our heads off and Sootstar would probably do the same for disturbing her."

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( You should see me in a crown ; I'm gonna run this nothing town )

 

[GRAVELSNAP]

Sunflowerpaw asserts that the answer to his question is both, and Gravelsnap tips his head thoughtfully. The younger cat just might be on to something, there. It would make sense for the calico’s secret admirer to also be the father of her upcoming litter. Perhaps it is an accidental litter, borne of feelings that are only just now beginning to blossom? Gravelsnap wonders, briefly, if their father ever loved their mother. Would Lynxtooth have done the same during their mother’s pregnancy? They look at Sunflowerpaw, nodding their agreement.

They are about to ask who the apprentice thinks may be the admirer-slash-father when Doverunner chimes in. She asks Gravelsnap’s question for him, and Cloudedsky is quick to suggest Tigerfrost. "You think it was Tigerfrost?" A good guess, he thinks. They were always hanging out together—but then why would it be a secret?

Lizardbounce seems less than amused or entertained by their conversation, and Gravelsnap shakes his head. "Not really," they answer the three-legged tom’s question unhelpfully, blinking slowly at him. On such a boring day, so it’s not unrealistic to say that he has nothing better to do. Then, perhaps because he’s curious as to what Lizardbounce will do, he raises a scarred brow. "Perhaps she’ll have a litter of filthy half-bloods." That would be quite the betrayal, and he’s almost certain that the lead warrior would never do such a thing. Still, it’s worth mentioning, even if Lizardbounce seems to be growing more irritated by the second.

Gravelsnap may not fear the wrath of Lizardbounce, but he certainly doesn’t want word about him spreading rumors getting back to Scorchstreak. So when Gorsejaw suggests that they simply go ask the queen. Crowding into the nursery seems a terrible idea, and the young warrior could absolutely see one of them getting a claw across the face. "Do you have a death wish?" He asks, turning to face Gorsejaw. He agrees with Cloudedsky—Scorchstreak would surely decapitate someone for asking about the father of her kits, especially after she’s been so adamant about keeping it a secret. But what the tunneler doesn’t know won’t hurt any of them, right?
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[ DEATH OF A DREAM ]​

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[Doverunner.]

Tigerfrost is suggested as being the father by Cloudedsky, making Doverunner gasp, covering her muzzle as she glanced at her childhood friend. "Oh my stars. That'd be terrible!" She says with a sort of tragic dramatic. Doverunner herself was always a bit of a hopeless romantic, so the idea of someone's mate being killed before they ever met their kits?! Tragic! "That'd just be-" Her words are cut off by scathing comment of Lizardbounce, Doverunner's ears flicking back in embarrassment at being caught gossiping as she sheepishly smiles.

"It's the end of the day! What else is there to talk about? What texture the dirt is in the tunnels?" Doverunner replies, joking a bit to cover up her shame. Her eyes widen as Gorsejaw speaks, pointedly shooting him a look that clearly read "are you insane?!" They were lucky Scorchstreak hadn't heard them and come cut all their tails off herself! "You don't have to share the tunnels with her, we do!" Doverunner added to Gravelsnap and Cloudedsky's comments, using her tail to motion between her and Cloudedsky, "I much prefer not being stuck in the dark, cramped tunnels with someone who hates me!"
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