camp WHAT'S NEXT? ☾ CHEWING INEDIBLE THINGS ˎˊ˗

[BATCHASER]

When the tom came back from his... solo walk, the bicolored warrior held a Carrionplace item between sharp jaws. He likes to think of himself as a introspective guy, talking to himself in his thoughts, he knows himself pretty well. Knowing his ever growing curiosity about the world outside— he won't be satisfied until he knows what it's like. Currently, he's aware of how his chewing a light brown object. Inedible at best.

Yeah, it may not be his best moment.

Batchaser is draped over a low stone, that was once covered in snow in camp. Having swept the powered frost off his now claimed perch. Drowsy hidden gaze flicking at the busybodies of Shadowclanners going about their day. Him – of course isn't participating in such workload, just him and his damp but firm piece of Carrionplace item held underpaw. Listen, he may be an adult... but let him indulge in some curiosity he has left until he's old and withered. He idly rips, chews and spits out the not - food, savoring it is only temporary. Though it's super weird flavor makes his tail sweep behind him as he bends his head down to puncture ivory teeth into the light brown not - food. He wonders... whether it's a good thing he is acting like an overgrown kit finding a new toy like mossball. But in this case a Carrionplace object. Oh, well. Until someone passes by and calls him out about it, he'll enjoy it while he can.

𓂃 𝅄᠂ ⭒ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ☽ 𝙃𝙄𝘿𝘿𝙀𝙉 𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙋 𝙂𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙎

• ooc. my guy is chewing on cardboard... what the flip

• no ref yet.​

• ( WHAT ELSE ARE UNKINDLED ASHES GOOD FOR? ) ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ BATCHASER. ╱ shadowclan warrior.
  ― CISMALE ; HE / HIM ; CURRENTLY 38 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 10TH.
  ✦ pansexual / not actively looking — mentoring none.
  ✦ a tall shorthaired curly black smoke bicolor with gold/green heterochromia.
  ✦ thoughts ; "Speech, 7077A1" ; attacks only
  ✦ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✦ smells like rain-soaked pavement, mist & sweet leaf rot
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[Halfsun]

Sometimes, in moments of extreme desperation, when hunger clawed at the belly with unfathomable pain and there was no other alternative, the cats of ShadowClan would turn towards the carrion place. It was dangerous ground to tread on, infested with biting rats and stomping two-legs, the hum of one of their monsters always rumbling in the distance. Sometimes though, on a night where one was really lucky, some of their rubbage would leak past the fence, and sometimes that rubbish might even be edible. One look at the stuff that Batchaser is chewing on tells her that he had not been so lucky, however.

Her nose wrinkles as she approaches, lips pulling back in a sneer. "Is there a reason you brought twoleg carrion back with you instead of real prey?" she asks with a disgusted sniff at the wet slop on the ground. "If you need help hunting I could show you a thing or two" A small part of her gets it, she really does, but never would she deign to stoop so low as to put unedible slop in her mouth and make a fool of herself in such a manner.

( ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ) smile for me when you set me free

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  HALFSUN SHADOWCLAN WARRIOR; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO APPLEJAW, ASHENFALL, SWANSONG, GARLICHEART, AND LAURELGRIN
  

  A tall and well-toned she cat with a long half-and half pelt, one side being a dark blue tabby and the other a bright cream, split by a pool of white at her center and travelling up her face like flames she is fire and ice simultaneously swirling into one. Her eyes are a mismatched shade of blue, with one being bright like the daytime sky and the other dark like the depths of the river.

  ✦ Difficult in battle + a skilled fighter
  

 

[lostkit]

lostkit is busy with the typical kit responsibilities (tossing mossballs around too close to warriors, play-fighting, gossiping with the elders), which means that she doesn't notice batchaser and his...catch until she hears a crunch that stops her in her tracks. she turns, tilting her head in confusion at the warrior who is...chewing a piece of tree bark. maybe it was medical, she thinks, a genius treatment procured by marblepaw. then the kit gets closer and only becomes more confused, because that's not a piece of tree bark -- it's some twoleg trash, something she had seen when she herself had grown up, that she and the other kits had played in and around.

it certainly wasn't food or a medical remedy, which begged the question, what was he doing?

clearly she wasn't the only one confused (which is a relief -- she doesn't know what she would do if this turned out to be a common shadowclan practice she would be expect4ed to partake in), as she bounds up next to halfsun, who is ribbing the warrior.

"err... was the hunting hard today?" she asks, hoping her tone is sympathetic but unwilling to outright ask hey what in starclan's name are you doing. "that's ok, you'll get 'em next time!" the kit chirps..."encouragingly".

｡:ﾟ.°✧ PLEASE DONT LET THEM SEE ME

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  LOSTKIT (she/her) is a four moon old shadowclan kit with shorthair cream tabby fur with low white and blue-green eyes. she is the gen1 daughter of two rogue npc's.
  
  TAGS. penned by riyue. dm me on discord (xriyue) for plots.​

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[FERNDANCE]

Life was... weird. One moment you were lamenting the loss of the one thing that had kept you grounded, the next you were chewing on something so bland it made crowfood look like a dinner from the Stars. Ferndance didn't think she had reached that latter milestone in some time, for even the soggiest leaves hadn't made her reclaim her appetite. Yet, there was something about Batchaser eating something bark-adjacent that brought a twinge of amusement to her thoughts.

Halfsun was quick to admonish and the new kit followed in her own way. The cinnamon tabby ignored them for now. She shifted closer and closer to Batchaser and settled next to him, eyes locked onto eyes as she bit into his find. The flavour hit her throat like the cuff of a paw and immediately she recoiled, smacking her lips together as she sampled it. It was the same material those kittens had been found in all those moons ago. Only then, she hadn't been interested in messing about - she never had gone back to learn about that mystery prison.

'I miss out on things when I'm all serious,' she lamented as she chewed away the last bit of must. Then, she leaned over and took another bite, this time hoping to rip some of the cardboard away from Batchaser. Pupils glinted in challenge and, as she tilted her head, she found Halfsun's gaze. "Everything is edible if you're brave enough, I'm sorry you're not," she dared with a smile. A tail rest upon Batchaser's back in support.

Maybe life was weird, maybe it did suck sometimes, but in that moment, she was just happy to enjoy some mediocre food with her friend.

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[mercykit]

promisekit is a collector of interesting objects. mercykit knows such to be true about their littermate. unfortunately interesting objects were rare to come by within camp… and she was still moons away from getting to leave camp in exploration of the rest of the territory.

that is why, peeking out from around halfsun, the bicolored kitten marvels at the torn and soggy carrionplace treasure being chewed on by batchaser and ferndance. "can… uh… can i have some too? please?" the timid child peeps, a fledgling creeping ever closer to the edge of bravery. her mismatched gaze gleams with hope for a positive answer; for an opportunity to take a piece of the twoleg made object back to the nursery for promisekit to have.​

[ penned by kerms ]​

 

[MILKBRIAR]

"First of all, that's disgusting. Second of all, you're making a mess." Milkpaw would point out in annoyance, voice bitter as he spoke. The tom squinted at the bunch who were munching on carrion rubbish, before attempting to rip it away from them. Regardless if he was successful or not, the apprentice would scowl at the group, not being able to wrap his mind around purposely chewing on trash when they could be eating a real meal instead. How pathetic. The longhaired tabby shook his head in disappointment, and he wondered if other clans were full of so many idiots like ShadowClan seemed to be in this moment.

// ic opinions, always! feel free to smack him for being a turd.

 

[BATCHASER]

He has gathered an audience, hidden eyes behind his curly fringe he flicks his gaze to the voice of Smogstar's daughter. Huh. When the younger warrior asks him a question he tilts his head, ripping a piece of cardboard from with his teeth. He wrinkles his angler muzzle at Halfsun, and he childishly replies. "Erm... Because I was bored? ...Duh." Snorting, he goes back to chewing and then spits back the wet slop on the ground in front of him. Halfsun wasn't all that fun conversing about his current quest to eat something that was not food. He smacks his lips together, letting out a small noise from the back of his throat.

He blinks at the voice of another, a kit. Well, two kits from the sound of it. He looks at the small cream tabby first when the small she - kit asks him a question about hunting. He tilts his head to the side like how a dog would. "Nah kid, it wasn't hard." The lanky warrior huffs from his nose at the small kit trying to be encouraging. It was cute, really. Then out of nowhere, his friend Ferndance slides next to him, and he perks up at the cinnamon tabby. Nudging his find towards the molly with a paw. His shoulders shook as he held in his laughs, lips wobbling as he watched Ferndance recoil from the taste.

Batchaser narrows his eyes at his friend trying to steal his cardboard, he swiftly bends his head down to bite into the item. Whiplike tail lashes behind him as he raises a paw to carefully bap at Ferndance's ear. Nuh uh. It was a challenge but he would not let her take his new chew toy! With a twitch of an ear, he is distracted his ears twitch when he hears another small voice.

He releases his hold on his find, bending his head forward to stare at Promisekit. The bicolored kitten peeps out a question, and he can't help to let a smile curl upon his lips. "Sure." He agreed. The warrior really doesn't mind if the kitten is curious about what the black smoke is chewing on. He claws at the cardboard and rips a piece off– letting a white - splashed paw nudge it at the small kit. Batchaser raises a hidden brow at the annoyed voice of one Milkpaw, he lifts his head to look at the apprentice snorting– from his nose. "Eh, I've had worst..." He clicks his tongue at the younger tom. He keeps a firm grip on the piece of cardboard, before he bends down to bite into his find and rip into it.

𓂃 𝅄᠂ ⭒ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ☽ 𝙃𝙄𝘿𝘿𝙀𝙉 𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙋 𝙂𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙎

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• no ref yet.​

• ( WHAT ELSE ARE UNKINDLED ASHES GOOD FOR? ) ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ BATCHASER. ╱ shadowclan warrior.
  ― CISMALE ; HE / HIM ; CURRENTLY 38 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 10TH.
  ✦ pansexual / not actively looking — mentoring none.
  ✦ a tall shorthaired curly black smoke bicolor with gold/green heterochromia.
  ✦ thoughts ; "Speech, 7077A1" ; attacks only
  ✦ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✦ smells like rain-soaked pavement, mist & sweet leaf rot
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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