camp WORKING DAYS || apprentice chores

[Nettlepaw-]

NETTLEPAW ♂
RIVERCLAN
APPRENTICE
FOUR MOONS
BLIND IN BOTH EYES
BIOGRAPHY AND TAGS
APPRENTICED TO PIKESPLASH
PLAYED BY SHEOGORATH​

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The worst part of being an apprentice was, ultimately, the chores. The freezing cold of leaf-bare only served to make it even worse than usual, though. Paws flick clumps of snow from between toes, as Nettlepaw works to drag the stale moss of old nests out of the apprentice's den. Some cats liked to keep sentimental items, such as shells, feathers, or stones, so he is sure to feel around for such things first before yanking the bedding away. Other apprentices had been assigned to gather fresh moss, which would mean digging through the thin layer of snow to reach it. It is said that moss remains green all year, despite the cold. Nettlepaw wouldn't know.

Quietly, he works to finish his task, alongside his fellow apprentices.
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[valesight ➶]

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This was work that Valepaw could get the hang of! It did not involve a lot of painstaking risk or adventuring far from home... the act of collecting moss was a delicate process, actually, one he was slowly improving at with each careful swipe of claws through the easily-broken clumps. To move quickly meant destroying whatever connections would keep it together, made it harder to carry, and just largely more uncomfortable. So he had taken a lot longer than most of his peers otherwise would've, those who were mostly concerned with getting done rather than getting it done right.

Making his way into the apprentice's den, he is glad to see Nettlepaw there already diligently taking out the old moss so Valepaw's hard work could be put to the test in the form of new beds. Placing a mouthful of the new stuff in a cleared out corner, the fluffy chimera turns to look at his den-mate quietly at work. He was good at it, quick... probably had done this a bunch of times since he had been part of the youngest group of apprentices until just now. It was supposed to be intentional, that the babiest of them would get the most chores. Had to pay the way forward for those that had already earned their keep. He saw no problem with this...

"I uh... got s'more," he meows with a small, friendly smile. He scans the other boy, making note of how similar their coat colors are despite the oddities in where the browns choose to sit in opposition to paler creams. Not quite the same... not split down the middle like a two cats smooshed together as the younger tom appeared to be. "Hmm... Don't think s'enough though..."

Letting a plumy tail flick back and forth in thoughtful contemplation at what a meager supply he'd provided, Valepaw wondered if it wouldn't be better for him to linger behind and finish this part so that someone speedier could go get more, fresher moss. "Not very good yet.."​

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[RAVENSONG]

Cleaning nests and gathering moss had never been a chore Ravensong escaped from. Although on a good day, he could find the work soothing and repetitive to the point where he enjoyed being quietly busy, there were times, especially now, with the cold biting their fur and toes frozen from the wind, where such a task became much harder to bare.

Perhaps that is why, as he finds himself having a small break within the day today, that he goes outside and notices Nettlepaw working hard alongside his fellow apprentices. Valepaw is close by and talking, but Ravensong is not close enough to hear what was being said. He moves over, ears flicked forward as he stands quietly for a moment.

"Would you all like an extra paw?" He smiles, but it is faint.

☾₊ ⊹ темная ночь — dark is the night

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  RAVENSONG of RIVERCLAN — LH BLACK POLYDACTYL MALE (CARRYING CINNAMON, DILUTE) a tall, slender creature with pitch-black feathery fur, large ears, and a sharply angled skull held up in an aloof manner. smells of dried herb, speaks with a low and rumbly accent and walks with an elegant slinking gait.
  
  — born in twolegplace and orphaned at a young age, he joined riverclan at its inception and began training as a drypaw warrior known for a bitter temperment until beesong made him his medicine cat apprentice. after his mentor's untimely death, he had been named ravensong at the moonstone, young heart revitalized with anger and guilt. he is a somber and thorough medicine cat that guards every word spoken in the confines of his den.
  
  — secretly loves "the stars but not so much what inhabits them" — openly suffers from chronic migraines — single, but "it's complicated"

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[CARP-PAW]

She didn't exactly like chores, but she had to agree with Valepaw here- there was little to no risk doing this, instead of other things, like... she didn't know, hunting? Carp-paw was starting to get really good at that again, despite the twinge in her back everytime she leapt while land-hunting. Fish were becoming elusive and hard to find, so it wasn't like she was always going to be able to fish her way out of a situation. A huff left her as her claw plucked up another clump of moss, something Valepaw was already far better at her at.

It wasn't like she was... going too fast, it just didn't want to stay together, despite the frost on it. Ears flattened as she gathered the clumps up as Valepaw left, turning and hurrying after the other. "Here, this should be some more. Maybe not enough." She said as she caught up. Ghostly eyes swept the den as she settled the moss down on the ground, vision critical of her own left-over moss that Nettlepaw had pulled free. She had stopped wearing her feather and shell her grandmother had given her but... it didn't hurt to keep them, did she? Not seeing them in the old moss, she lifted a satisfied look towards Ravensong.

Carp-paw's head tilted. "Um, I think we're alright." She said tentatively, vision shifting towards the other two apprentices before looking back towards the medicine cat. "Aren't you super busy anyways?" Carp-paw questioned softly, eyes blinking in wonder towards Ravensong.

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• CARP-PAW ✩ she/her, apprentice of riverclan, six moons
  ⭃ a shorthaired black smoke with blue eyes. her deep smoke colored mottled pelt making for good camouflage in the dark. white mottles her pelt here and there. born to riverclan, she lived peacefully until the rogue attack. sustaining a back injury, she's fallen quiet. loyal to her clan, wants only to make them stronger, but she's terrified of falling short again. the large scar across her back is obvious, and her once-curious nature is now timid.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by you ↛ @dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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