camp YOUR MOTHER WAS A HAMSTER — PROMPT/100TH POST

[WOLFSONG]

──⇌•〘 INFO 〙 Wolfsong would not admit it to a clanmate, but he desires comfort. He has come to blows with a dear friend, left questioning the ground beneath his paws and where he stands with a man whose thoughts he once knew as his own. And in a stroke of terrible fate, Juniperfrost's death heralded the burning of the budding sapling he'd planted with Houndsnarl. Sunflowerpaw rests in the medicine den with a paw wounded by the jaws of a twoleg trap, and though the distance has mended between he and Sunstride, it is a newly healed bone: it aches when he walks, even as it supports his weight.

So he wishes to indulge himself, just for a short while.

"My friends," he begins, raising his voice to be heard clearly, "you are all unquestionably brave and I admire your strength of will." He pauses for effect, turning where he stands to glide his gaze across his fellows. "But you have yet to master speechcraft and the lash that is wit. I invite you to sharpen your tongues here with me."

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[SUNFLOWERMASK]

.°☀ AND IF IT EVER STARTS TO FEEL BAD, LITTLE FANG

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When Wolfsong's voice rings through the camp, it is quick to catch his apprentice's attention. They peek from the medicine den, catch the golden tom in their sights. He speaks with a gravitas that they cannot help but be swept up in, yet his words surprise them. Speechcraft -- well, certainly their mentor has that mastered, they agree with that wholly. It is far from their own forte, but they do love to listen.

This should be entertaining, at least. Sunflowerpaw settles themself in their nest, eyes turned towards the gathering of cats. They are content to sit this one out, to watch the show (and weigh the wit of their Clanmates against their mentor's expertise, perhaps).

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

⟪ OOC ⟫ ⟪ INFO ⟫ ⟪ REF ⟫

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• SUNFLOWERPAW named by their half-brother vulturemask after his friend and mentor.
  — they/them, 4 moons. semiverbal.
  — windclan apprentice, mentored by wolfsong.
  — reserved yet loyal, distrusts most.
  
  primary character, high activity. penned by saturnid.​
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[Azaleafrost]

Azaleapaw tilted her head. Sharpen their tongues?? Would she learn new words today?? She padded over to Wolfsong and looked up at him, who she deemed the best adult here. Any time she got to spend with him was time well spent, and she enjoyed every moment of it.

She was eager to hear what he wanted to teach them. What kind of things would he teach the clan today? Why did he decide to teach them in the first place? There were plenty of sharp tongued cats here. But. Maybe they weren't sharp ENOUGH.
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[BLUEFROST]

Bluepaw is quite new to warrior training, new enough to question what Wolfsong is saying. Azaleapaw listens, asks if she will learn new words. Bluepaw ensures she sits a few foxlengths away from Azaleapaw, since she is a kittypet, and mews, "Is that important? Do I need to know that?" She frowns. Sharp tongues. It had never crossed her mind. She only knows about sharp claws.​

[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​

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[WOLFSONG]

──⇌•〘 INFO 〙 He is gladdened to see his apprentice's head appear from the medicine den; their injury is one Wolfsong regrets, certain that he should have done more to emphasize the dangers of the moors. Soon, Vulturemask will release them from his care and he can continue their teaching. This is only a minor setback on their journey. Though I do hope no lasting damage was dealt to their limb.

Azaleapaw is the next face Wolfsong sees, and also a welcome one. Her situation is a conundrum; she will be a dedicated, skilled warrior, and she is mocked for her bloodline— but would she have the same drive if she were not pressed so roughly? Crisis aside, he gives her a warm smile, and it is then that Bluepaw appears.

She is one of the more tolerable of Sootstar's children. On the other end of that spectrum is Adderpaw, and by comparison, she is far less haughty, but he has not forgotten her reaction to Sparrowpaw's arrival. She is her mother's daughter. "Of course," he answers easily. "A quick tongue is the sign of a quick mind, and it is a quick mind that makes fools of foes."

He glances across the two apprentices, as Sunflowerpaw seems content to watch. "I am a RiverClanner, of sleek fur and hooked claws. The water is my den— indeed, I could swim in my sleep! I have chosen to mock WindClan. How do you insult me?"
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[Addervenom]

Life doesn't discriminate

Adderpaw's ears perk at the sound of Wolfsong's proposal, mismatched paws bringing him close as he opts to sit by his sister. A lesson in banter? He preferred to let him body to the talking in the majority of his spars. But he could see the usefulness of breaking down an opponent mentally as well as physically. He takes a moment to think of an insult, which honestly does not take the boy long given his natural sharp tongue. "Vermin have no right to speak, therefore your opinion is invalid." The boy mutters with a flick of his tail, words spoken with tangible ire for the river dwelling cats. His attention then flickers to his sibling, wondering what she would come up with. ​

Between the sinners and the saints​

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[BLUEFROST]

Wolfsong answers her that a quick tongue is the sign of a quick mind. "It is a quick mind that makes fools of foes." Bluepaw's eyes narrow thoughtfully. Could this be true? Wolfsong is a lead warrior, so she supposes it must be. He goes on, "I am a RiverClanner, of sleek fur and hooked claws. The water is my den -- indeed, I could swim in my sleep!"

RiverClanners. So far, Bluepaw's encounters with them have been less than witty. They're more just bitter about WindClan being superior. So when Adderpaw states they are vermin, his sister nods in ready agreement. "They just say we are cowards," she intones, shrugging. "I would say they're the ones who trespass and then lie about it! Lying is cowardly." She looks to Adderpaw for confirmation. Does a good warrior lie? It seems implausible.​

[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​

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[whitedawn]

Where her denmates were visiting the borders of the infamous Riverclan, Whitepaw had been learning in the tunnels. So, with her lack of personally interacting with the water-loving clan, as well as her own natural quietness, she simply lingers nearby to the lesson on using words as a weapon. It's a concept she liked, even if at this moment she couldn't truly think of something to add. Unless... "Cowards who are also as simple as the very prey they eat." She adds quietly after Bluepaw, sitting on the other side of Adderpaw. That was... insulting, wasn't it? She's never seen a fish before, but surely a rabbit or a bird is smarter than them, aren't they?" ​

[I'M BREATHING]​

 

[MOORBLOSSOM]

"I'd call you fish-stinking moss-brain!" wails Moorpaw, who had only caught the tail-end of Wolfsong's instruction. Allured by the opportunity to insult a RiverClan cat, as well as the presence of a slowly-forming crowd, the coal-coloured apprentice dawdles over with eager footfalls. She situates herself to her brother's side. Adderpaw's insult came as a clever one, but too dignified for usage against RiverClanners. They were deserving of vulgarity! Unrestrained rudeness! They're so clueless, anything beyond straightforward mockery won't be understood. "StarClan don't like you!" continues the apprentice, her voice seeping with energy. "And... and- and you're ugly!" A string of giggles would then erupt from her maw, as she imagines the look of a fish-stinking moss-brain's face if one heard her words.​