camp ZOVEEL MENSEN VERLOREN ✧ . frog song

[RIBBITLEAP]

✧ .Many seasons ago, he and his brother were born on a day like this, welcomed into the world by an amphibious chorus bestowing names upon them. With an influx in their presence since then, their song is loud — enough so to keep the warrior awake, rather than allow him to sleep in the quiet comfort of his nest.

Now, as he settles outside of the warrior den and his eyes seek the stars above, Ribbitleap wonders if it were just as loud back then — if such volume was the reason his mother labeled him as Frog’s Ribbit, his brother as Leaping Toad. He’d ask, if she were still here, and not… Stars, he doesn’t even know.

The thought of his mother makes his chest tighten, makes it twist at her absence.

Can Geckoscreech hear them too, wherever she may be? Does the melody remind her of her children, remind her that he still waits for her here? That his brother — that his brother must be watching over her? He can only hope so, can only hope she carries them with her.

“ Can you hear it? “ he quietly asks the stars above, asks an older brother he’s surpassed in age over and over again. “ All the way up there? “ Do you hear our song too, Brother?​

✦ ABOUT

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  RIBBITLEAP ✦ AMAB. He / Him. Warrior of ShadowClan.
  ✧ . A brown tabby tom with green eyes.
  ✧ . Geckoscreech x Toad's Prowl
  ✧ . Mentored by Rustleap ; Currently mentoring Emberpaw
  ✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
  ✧ . Penned by Abri ‣ @_abri_ on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
  ✧ . " Speech " ; Attack
  

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[Willowburn]

THE GODS CAN KNEEL ⋆⁺₊⋆
"Can who hear it?" Willowburn queried as he slipped out of the warriors den in order to join the other. Given the severity of the din he reckoned that pretty much everyone could hear it, provided that the frog's were the subject of the matter. The tabby wished he had grown accustomed to the noise but alas when it was this loud it was beyond his capability. At least he wasn't the only one awake, maybe now he could exhaust himself into slumber through some idle chatter.

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[SHADEPAW]

The night that Shadepaw was born had not been quiet, but that had been under unusual circumstances. Most of the nights they had lived, following that, had been muted by winter. Lately, darkness fell, the marsh came alive, and Shadepaw listened with pricked ears. They had been on their way to the apprentices' den, ready to try to sleep over the din, but Ribbitleap's murmur stopped her in her tracks. It wasn't to them. It didn't seem like it was to anyone around. Shadepaw tilted their chin up, copying the way the warrior looked toward the stars. Willowburn's question was a good one. "Is there someone in the stars?" She asked, squinting as if she looked hard enough, she could see a starry-pelted cat up there. StarClan was supposed to be among the pinpricks of light, weren't they? Or were they the stars themselves? "I bet whoever it is can, even all the way in the sky. The frogs are loud."​

 

[Bonepaw.]

*+:｡.｡ Bonepaw couldn't imagine a life without his siblings, even just one. Snowypaw's laughter, Bloodpaw's energy, Shadepaw's mischief, Branchkit's enthusiasm, Morelkit's curiosity, and Gigglekit's light...to lose even just one of them, as he almost had with Bloodpaw, has the quiet boy almost trembling with a bone-deep rage he can't quite put to words. Perking his ears, he overheard his sibling's voice above the raucous toad-song that filled Shadowclan's nights. Padding forth, Bonepaw would look between Shadepaw to the two warriors, his pale green eyes focusing on Ribbitleap. He is no stranger to the heavy atmosphere of grief, having seen it hang over many cats in the last few moons, especially after Sweetpaw and Magpiepaw's passing.
But he can't help the little snnrk that escapes him at Shadepaw's too-obvious observation. Sniffing back his giggle, Bonepaw quickly dips his head before meowing carefully, "I'm sorry" For more reasons than just the untimely laugh.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 4/2/24

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  GENERAL:
  ☠ Shadowclan — apprentice
  ☠ DMAB— He/Him — Unsure
  ☠ 6 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☠ Son to Ferndance x Needledrift
  ☠ Littermates with Bloodpaw, Shadepaw, Snowypaw
  ☠ Half-brother to Gigglekit, Morelkit, Branchkit
  ☠ Apprenticed to Nightwhisper
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☠Physically easy | mentally hard
  ☠ Attack in bold #738171
  injuries: None currently

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[MIREPURR]

Mirepurr hadn't planned on interrupting the no doubt sorrowful moment. Ribbitleap's back is turned to them, their own body still tucked in and warm; his brown fur is impossibly dark like this, with only the faint light of the moon outlining his frame. It's always a hard-fought battle of whenever Mirepurr should approach a Clanmate who's in deep contemplation, or let them ride it out and enjoy some privacy.

It's not Willowburn who forces them to decide, even if they involuntarily wince at his... abrupt approach. No, it's the apprentices that they hear snickering- definitely not on purpose, or at least they don't deem Bonepaw nor Shadepaw to act such a way.

Still. They rise to their paws and only pause to shake out any stubborn bits of moss from their fur.

"Don't be disrespectful," Mirepurr scolds as lightly as possible, emerging from the den too. Their eyes search Ribbitleap's then, trying to gauge just what sits so heavy in his mind now. "Do you mean Geckoscreech?"
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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Snowpaw was sure not going to miss the sounds of frogs croaking at these times, it had been deafening to hear, yet a confused look peer on their face when Ribbitleap began talking to the air until his mentor asked if he meant Geckoscreech. Blinking he came to stand near the chocolate tom with a confused look in his yellow eyes. Who was that?

"I don't mean to be disrespectful...but who is Geckgoscreech?" he asked softly, having not been around when the former leader had been within the walls of the camp, standing side by side with Chilledstar. Yet, it would seem Mirepurr and Ribbitleap knew who...this mysterious cat was, gaze flicking between Willowburn, Shadepaw, and Bonepaw wondering what they too were thinking by the words of Mirepurr's inquiry.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You ve wasted your life , but thanks for applying ──┐‎

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  Snowpaw ❄ He/Him, apprentice of Shadowclan, 9 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Gigglepaw]

Gigglekit knew that she should be in the nursery, sleeping curled up against Needledrift's belly and alongside Morelkit and Branchkit, but when she catches sight of Ribbitleap sitting out in front of the warrior's den, talking to himself amidst a cacophony of croaks and ribbits, she can't help but sneak over to his side. She sits there quietly, looking up at Ribbitleap, and then looking to the stars to which he's talking, and she almost lets herself fall asleep listening to the hum of frog song and Ribbitleap's words before being awakened again by some of their other Clanmates talking.

Shadepaw and Bonepaw are there, which makes Gigglekit feel more at ease, knowing that her older siblings are nearby. But she shares Snowpaw's curiosity in wondering who Geckoscreech is - if she'd heard the name before, it was in passing, and Gigglekit feels again like she did when she was told who Halfshade was - that empty feeling in the pit of her stomach, like she should know but doesn't. It makes her feel a little bit guilty. Gigglekit sits quietly, and waits to see if Snowpaw gets a response.

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• GIGGLEKIT ✩ kit of shadowclan, three moons
  → blinks incessantly & uncontrollably.
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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