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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 3, 2024 17:23:23 GMT -5
Honeydusk Camp | With Orangesky (𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢)
Honeydusk was glad to see that Orangesky had listened to all of her stories Honeydusk shared of her youth. She had been a proud fighter, and even a champion of Spítithea’s once or twice during leaf-fall when the furies sent out a monster to go after the kits.
She had stopped the monster before, and Honeydusk was sure part of it had been from her motherly instincts kicking in. She had kits for some of those times, and if anything happened to them, she would be distraught. Honeydusk was blessed to not have lost any of her kits yet, something she knew couldn’t be said for many of the others in the clan.
Perhaps it was because Honeydusk often prayed to Spítithea, earning her favor more than once. Perhaps in return, Spítithea had blessed her with an abundance of family, not loss.
Honeydusk let out a soft purr at Orangesky’s question and nodded. ”That’s right, this was back when she was just Laurelblaze of course, we were friends and it was a friendly competition,” Honeydusk explained. ”Ultimately, Crystalstar chose her to be deputy, and I was glad for her, but I like to think I gave her a good challenge first,” she added and puffed out her chest proudly.
In truth, Honeydusk didn’t mind that she had never been deputy or leader, she had helped her clan in other ways.
The elder fell quiet though, as she listened to Orangesky explain that she and Bayfeather had talked, and she purred softly in response. ”That’s good, I’m glad the two of you are working things out,” she decided with a nod of her head. ”This Clan has been through too much hardship to fight each other now.”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 3, 2024 17:25:29 GMT -5
Shadowhush
Shadowhush couldn’t claim to be good at standing still, she preferred to always be bounding somewhere, excited to go on her next adventure.
But for now, she could sit quietly and let Sorrelmist work her magic, especially since it gave her a chance to watch Sorrelmist and listen to her.
She was absolutely breathtaking like this, and Shadowhush couldn’t help but wish she was already courting age. It wouldn’t be long though, and Shadowhush was ready.
Though Shadowhush was also quite certain that Sorrelmist would have a line of suitors waiting to court her as soon as she turned sixteen moons.
Sorrelmist explained what sort of flowers she had brought and Shadowhush tipped her head to the side. ”Habanloa—what?” she asked and wrinkled her nose a little. ”I don’t think I’m going to remember that, but they sure are pretty,” Shadowhush decided and gently poked at the flowers with her claw.
A soft purple mixed with white. She liked it.
Once Shadowhush was properly decorated, she took a small step back and puffed out her chest, purring as she soaked in Sorrelmist’s compliments. ”Well, if I look like a hero, it’s all because of you,” she decided and smiled at Sorrelmist, eyes bright.
When Sorrelmist suggested looking in a nearby puddle, Shadowhush looked around to find one and hurried over to the nearest one, pausing to look herself over, turning a few times to admire the entire look.
Once she was done, she looked back at Sorrelmist and beamed. ”I look amazing! Thank you, Sorrelmist,” she said, bounding back over to the entertainer.
Shadowhush smiled at her, a loud purr emitting from her chest. ”You know, I’m beginning to think that behind every great hero, is an entertainer who made them look cool,” she commented proudly.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 3, 2024 17:26:27 GMT -5
Tartarusfang Camp | With no one (@open)
Tartarusfang held back as evening fell upon the sky and the games began. He had tried to decorate himself with….questionable results. The paint that he had hoped would be a mixtures of blue and purple had turned out a mess of thick gray that clung to his fur like mud, and the little white flower petals he had tried to add to make the paint look like swirls of the night sky had either fallen out completely or gotten lost in his thick fur.
Worst of all, the flower crown which he had tried to specifically design to hold little nest like spots all throughout—to display the collection of very pretty rocks he had found— had completely come undone and Tartarusfang was beginning to think he shouldn’t have zoned out so much during those lessons as an apprentice on how to make things like this.
He figured he wouldn’t have to decorate himself very often and that decorating and painting and all of those things were more in line with what the entertainers did than he did as a scout.
Tartarusfang was a scout and that meant the goal was to be inconspicuous and unseen.
Well, not listening to those lessons had certainly come back to bite him now.
Tartarusfang pawed sadly at the broken flower crown, pushing it out of the way to focus on the rocks he had brought over. He had found some geodes recently and cracked them open so the purple inside was visible. He thought it would look quite pretty in his crown.
At least, even if he was dressed in murky gray clay and wilted white petals, Tartarusfang still had his rocks.
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Aug 3, 2024 19:20:23 GMT -5
Burninglight at camp | with flamedancer [ soot ]
Burninglight grinned eagerly as Flamedancer suggested the matching petals, her fur seeming to fluff out in her excitement. As they walked to find the necessary paints, she hummed lightly to herself, almost as though she didn’t even notice she was doing it. She had always had a penchant for song, as an entertainer, but she often favored acting as someone else because it felt less personal, less vulnerable.
“We’re going to look so great! Ílios himself might grant us a favor,” she purred jokingly, using the shortened version of the god’s name. “Are you excited to take part? It must be so intense, preparing yourself for the games. I can’t even imagine how nervous and eager you all must be feeling. If it were me, I’d probably have passed out by now!” She was rambling now, she knew it, but she didn’t quite care.
Perhaps someday soon she might get her own apprentice! Then she would be able to compete in the next games. She didn’t need to win, that wasn’t so important - she just wanted to be part of something so exciting.
Having finally found what they needed, she set to work finishing Flamedancer’s decoration, humming quietly to herself as she worked. |
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Aug 3, 2024 19:22:56 GMT -5
Hornetflower at camp | with beedance [ 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 ]
Hornetflower couldn’t help the warm purr that rumbled in her chest as Beedance leaned into her, turning her head to press her nose to the spot between Beedance’s ears. Despite being the same age as her littermates, Hornetflower had always felt a particularly motherly form of protective and loving toward them, which her father had occasionally told her was likely because she was the first born of the litter. You came into this world watching over them, he’d said. It only makes sense you would do so all your life.
Once Beedance offered to help with her paint and flowers, Hornetflower nodded her head gratefully.
“That would be wonderful, thank you! I’d be hard pressed to look as beautiful as you, lovely bee, but I will always appreciate your help. I was thinking of some pink paint, and some pink poppy anemone. Maybe even some light green? What do you think?” she asked, her voice rough with another warm purr. She rarely wasn’t purring, when around her family. She loved them with every beat of her heart and she would gladly watch the world burn around her to save them.
Hornetflower had always felt a particular pull toward Etaírthea, the goddess of motherhood and kitting. She often wondered if that was part of her feelings toward her littermates, if perhaps Etaírthea had shown favor to her when she was born, had known that Beebuzz would pass and decided Hornetflower would take her place, figuratively.
She couldn’t say she wasn’t thankful, if that was the case. She was glad to be the mother-figure if that was what her siblings needed. |
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Aug 3, 2024 19:23:59 GMT -5
Peachblossom at camp | with pantherprowl [ sand ]
“I wasn’t either, though I’m not surprised. Drifttumble is very… friendly, so to speak, and many of our clanmates find him fun to be around. He’s a bit much for me, usually, but every so often he calms down enough that I find him tolerable,”[/font Peachblossom responded, eyes flicking towards the gray tabby tom before turning back to the one in front of him. His answer to their question wasn’t surprising, but what was surprising was his accepting of their offer.
“I’m not quite sure you’re old enough to be leader, Pantherprowl,” they purred amusedly, drawing out his name just slightly. t yes, I do think a lighter color would look wonderful on you. If you preferred, we could even go with a lighter green, to draw attention to your eyes. You do have very beautiful- I mean, well that is to say- of course I- well I don’t want to make you uncomfortable- youhaveveryprettyeyesIlikethemalot,” they finished quickly, making every effort not to look the black tom in the eyes.
Their pelt warmed as Pantherprowl looked them over, and if cats could flush they were sure they would be the color of mistletoe berries when he complimented them in return. Ducking their head down, they meowed a soft ‘thank you’ and then shook out their pelt and stood.
“Well, I suppose we should go find you some paint, then. I won’t ask about flowers or other decorations, I can imagine that would be a quick no,” Peachblossom joked, grinning crookedly. |
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Aug 3, 2024 19:24:44 GMT -5
Stormshriek
Nodding his head as Fireblaze spoke, Stormshriek flicked the tip of his tail in quiet eagerness.
“Of course! Maybe some vines and leaves, to go with the leaf crown? It would be simple, not too gaudy, and the green would stand out well. What do you think?” he meowed as they set off to find the necessary materials. He was thinking a mint leaf crown would be nice, or perhaps some maple leaves. They would decide when the time came, he decided.
As the pair walked, Stormshriek felt his shoulder brush Fireblaze’s, and his fur warmed exponentially. He didn’t move away, though, accepting the warm touch of his friend’s shoulder with ease. It was a rare occasion that Stormshriek willingly touched another cat, but he found it easy, comfortable even, to brush against Fireblaze or lay his tail across the fiery tom’s shoulders.
“We can be quick, don’t worry. Frankly, I myself am a bit eager to see what kind of show they put on. With Ambrosiadew involved as well, it’s sure to be something spectacular,” he meowed in an amused tone. |
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Aug 3, 2024 19:25:07 GMT -5
Nightwater
Nightwatcher looked up as a mouse dropped before his paws, having settled down to watch the camp as cats sauntered to and fro, colorful paints and flowers abound. He nodded in thanks and took a bite, chewing as he considered Coalfrost’s question.
“I don’t think I’m going to do any decoration, myself, but I do think it seems fun. I just don’t know what sort of color or design would look good on my fur. I do hope Crowpaw joins in on the fun, though. He deserves some fun. Why did you decide not to compete? Not interested in the chance to be the leader?” he asked, eyeing his brother thoughtfully. |
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Aug 3, 2024 19:26:00 GMT -5
Drifttumble at camp | with puddleheart [ 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 ]
Drifttumble watched Puddleheart speak with a crooked grin, waiting for the smaller tom to finish before he reacted. It was endearing, truly, how nervous Puddleheart got sometimes. He enjoyed doing it on purpose, occasionally, having always enjoyed his innate ability to fluster others with charming words and crooked smiles.
“Thank you, Puddleheart. Your compliment means a lot to me, friend,” he meowed, though just slightly hesitating on the word ‘friend’. Is that what he was, a friend? Drifttumble wasn’t sure anymore. Should he call him a best friend? Something else? Gods, he was a mess these days.
“I should certainly hope they don’t mistake me for a titan, though. I’d hate to have to attempt to fight them off,” he purred amusedly. “If it was to help you and everyone else, yeah I’d do it. I’d definitely be killed probably immediately, but the effort would be there,” he joked.
Drifttumble lightly flicked Puddleheart with his tail, grinning brightly at the smaller tom. |
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Aug 3, 2024 19:26:41 GMT -5
Elysiumbloom
Elysiumbloom hated the way that sadness hung over Tartarusfang, hated the way that he wasn’t happy and smiling. Instinctively, she looked for whoever, or whatever, had made him anything other than joyous and excited. Her paws were near silent as she trotted over quickly, eyeing him carefully for any injuries.
“Tartarusfang, are you okay? What hap-,” her words were cut off as she noticed the flower crown he had pushed out of the way. Her anger and protectiveness immediately vanished, replaced with soft concern and warmth. “Oh, Tartarusfang. Your crown! Is it alright if I try to fix it? I know you wanted to show off your new geodes. They’re so beautiful!” She chose not to mention the paint yet, hoping to improve one piece at a time so as to protect his sweet heart. She would rather have the gods themselves pluck her bones out one by one than ever do or say something to hurt her brother, much as she knew her sister Asphodelfrost would.
It was easy, so easy, to care so much for someone so kind. Elysiumbloom dared any of her clanmates to make jokes at his expense. She might be a hunter, and not a fighter, but her claws were just as deadly as anyone else’s. |
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Post by ivypool4life on Aug 3, 2024 20:20:35 GMT -5
Quailfeather ~ camp ~ Tartausfang and Elysiumbloom (Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖)Quail finished up her flower crown and dunked her tail in a pile of blue paint. Glancing around camp as evening fell looking at other cats decorations she noticed Goosefreckle painting Rainpaw Goose was a giant sun covered in eye scorching colors of paints, the three apprentices scampering around with rocks smug looks on their faces, then she noticed Tartuasfang and Elysiumbloom with a sad looking flower crown at his paws. Some are just interesting. Better go help. With a slight flick of her tail she trotted over to the pair. "Well, what happened here?" the gray and ginger she asked dryly. Lol Elysum is like "oh no what's wrong i'll help!" And then just Quail is like "you idiots what the hell did you do."
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Aug 4, 2024 19:04:36 GMT -5
SORRELMIST - - ★
with [ SHADOWHUSH ] at [ CAMP ] | 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖
The praises for the job she did had her pelt warm. Sorrelmist licked her chest a few times, soothing the fur before lifting her head, eying Shadowhush for a moment longer. The comment made sense. Perhaps the blue eyed molly was right. "Behind every great hero, is an entertainer who made them look cool." She loved the idea. The idea was definitely something she had to mention to the other entertainers. Surely they would feel as prideful as she did by the mere fact- or, well, possibility- that entertainers were truly behind each great hero. Maybe the gods looked down at them with as much interest as the fighters and hunters.
"You just might be right, Shadowhush. It does certainly help when our heroes are just as gorgeous prior to their paints and accessories too, though. Much like you." She mewed shyly, nudging the molly with her shoulder before she looked at the puddle, eyeing both of their figures in the stilled water.
Whiskers twitching, Sorrelmist felt her own nerves settle. She never really performed like she was going to for the whole clan, and the nervousness had slowly surfaced after she had finished decorating herself. But, they had slowly began dissipating as soon as she was within a few whisker lengths of Shadowhush. It wasn't embarrassing to admit, but she did wonder if the other had the same feeling when Sorrelmist was around.
"I was starting to get nervous." Sorrelmist started, letting her blue-gray gaze shift to look up at the leader's perch that she remember Laurelstar using before her unfortunate passing. Below it was the nest that had a plethora of tokens for the cats that had entered. Her mother, Hornetflower, had entered, as well as her uncle, Waspstreak. She was routing for the both of them, having corresponding colors to both fighters littered on her pelt as she and Sweetripple had decorated each other. "I still kind of am, and I'm not even the one competing." A small chide of laughter left the mollies mouth as she glanced down at her paint paws, tail flicking behind her. "I've never had to perform in front of the whole clan. I'm worried I may mess up, or maybe miss my cue, or even make a fool of myself and ruin everything. What if I mess up the introduction? What if Sweetripple and Ambrosiadew get upset with me for missing a step?" It seemed like the worries were slowly blossoming.
Sorrelmist knew pretty well that it was unlikely that either of the entertainers would ever be upset with her. They practiced the introduction before, and the tabby calico knew she was more than capable of doing it.
Just as the nerves came, they went. She would just had to think about the molly next to her. "You know.. You really help make me feel... better about it. Calmer." She mewed softly, turning her head to look at Shadowhush, a shy purr starting to rumble in her throat. "You're like gravity, keeping me tethered and not up in the clouds with my thoughts." Her mew was soft and quiet, shifting to move closer to the other molly, hoping he was picking up how exactly she was feeling about the other.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Aug 4, 2024 19:05:02 GMT -5
FIREBLAZE - - ★
Fireblaze felt thankful that Stormshriek already had ideas in mind on how to decorate him. If the ginger tom was honest, he had not a single clue about decorations- it's why he envied the entertainers. They all had a talent and an intuition for decorating and, well, entertaining. Fireblaze himself would probably fall and hit his head if he ever tried to do the dances those talented cats ever did. He truly didn't understand why some of the other ranks seemed to see entertaining as a silly role. It was truly beyond him.
He was broken from his thoughts, remembering he hadn't replied to the suggestions that Stormshriek had given. He felt himself prickle with embarrassment before he nodded. "Oh, yes, vines and green paints! That sounds nice, I like it!" He agreed with a small purr, eventually getting in step with the other tom. Their shoulders brushed and he felt like he was getting electrocuted in the most exciting way. He truly couldn't explain how these feelings worked, or if he even knew what exactly they were.
Pausing in front of some of the left over decorative items, Fireblaze leaned down and sniffed at some of the vines. "The entertainers truly are something else, I really envy them. I don't think I could ever do what they do. Could you imagine putting on shows, dancing and singing for the whole clan? The improv is amazing. Sorrelmist tells amazing stories, so does Beedance." He mewed softly.
The flame colored tom looked at the paints, delicately spread on leaves to be used by the cats, before nudging a leaf with a green paint that matched his eye color on it towards Stormshriek. "I like this green... Would you... Would you like to decorate me?" He asked, green eyes glittering towards the other tom. He would do it himself if Stormshriek didn't want to, but he didn't want to have the other leave.
Fireblaze also couldn't help but wonder if that electrifying touch would also return when they touched again, and what better way than to feel the toms paws on his fur, decorating him?
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Post by soot on Aug 5, 2024 13:10:30 GMT -5
Flamedancer
Flamedancer followed gingerly, keeping her paw steps quiet and precise. The occasional crackle from her claws hitting the ground as she did, the sound akin to flames. She was always destined to be a fighter, the molly feels, not for the thrill of a battle, but for the shared dance. Be it unscripted, and foul, and with no grace involved, it all ends with one thing that should always be in common. Protection.
Not simply revenge, or a want for thrill.
Flamedancer listened to Burninglight’s small humming tune, and felt her shoulders relax some. The tune was a bit familiar. “We might just.” She replies with a smile, swiping her tail to graze along the younger molly thankfully.
Flamedancer chattered at what she said, a bit of laughter in the sound. “I’m- well. I guess I am excited, but also nervous, yes. Like.. what I assume some of you feel before a big show- especially when you get a major role. Anxious, but excited to have the part.” She explains, happy tomorrow add kindling to the conversation.
Flamedancer stood still as they arrived, and what they’d needed was acquired. Trying to keep her fur from fluffing up too much at the sensation of it being weaved together.
By the end of it, Flamedancer turned her head as far as she could to get a good look, of it, and it was.. “It’s perfect Burninglight.” She says quietly, before breaking into a smile. “Thank you so much- this is perfect.” It looked as if her very spine itself was visible, and rather than the strong, sturdy bones she has, flowers are bursting from her body in a neat, orderly, yet the tinge of chaos that always comes from natures depths.And the golden petals, like the god’s blood of ichor. Bleeding and making a spiral of fire that is truly just her fur.She turns to Burninglight a tad more serious. “Thank you, really. I feel as if I truly was granted Ìliosikieos favor along with you.” |
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Post by soot on Aug 5, 2024 13:18:36 GMT -5
Aspectpetal
Aspectpetal’s ears dipped a tinge, giving him a slightly incredulous look. “Well you’re a quick one anyway. I’m pretty sure most of the prey we have is caught by yourself.” She replies, a bit worried she might’ve made the tom self conscious.Fluffing up her fur just a tad, she shrugs, “Well.. even if you don’t become leader, perhaps giving the challenge a go? To prove your metal?” The gray and patterned molly says. Before pausing some. She only processes the last bit of his sentence now.She tries to chatter comfortingly. “I mean- no one has to join just because they can.” She smiles, “It’s a game to become one of the most important roles in the entire Clan. I can kinda see why some might not want to join.” |
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Post by soot on Aug 5, 2024 13:23:12 GMT -5
Steelfish
Camp -|- With Thundersnap ( 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖)
Steelfish’s ears dip somewhat, his paws now more still, but he ducks his head. Steelfish takes compliments normally, generally does anyhow, a thank you and a few feelings of warmth. But the feelings are always more of a spark that causes a roaring blaze whenever the compliment- gods admiration- comes from Thundersnap.
It’s enough so he doesn’t linger too much on the part Thundersnap focuses on, and Steelfish tries to get a hang of the bashfulness that has him wanting to curl into a ball and squeak like an excited kit. Steelfish purred quietly, “I admire that you can settle our disagreements with such an admiration.” Steelfish says that with a slight fluctuation to his tone.He mournfully notes he’d sounded embarrassed.Steelfish regards Thundersnap carefully, “I think so.” He replies, a somewhat amused laugh leaving him before he settles.“I don’t fully agree with some aspects either. Certain things. How-“ The tom pauses. “How cheered everyone seems.” He says. “I would have joined were it not..”His ears dip as he takes a clear look at Thundersnap. Steelfish clears his throat. “Had I not thought the clan was in need of competitors who were truly worthy, for the title of leader.” Steelfish has no doubts in his own abilities… but with how devastating the flood has been. It’d be better for these rounds of Lightning Games to be over with sooner over later.Still, perhaps he could become deputy, if it’s really something he’s willed to do so by the Gods. He’d take it with honor. |
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Pineclaw
Abbey Champion
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Post by Pineclaw on Aug 5, 2024 13:52:53 GMT -5
Cloudpaw - Camp - Nimbuswhirl, Cherryash (𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 , soot )Cloudpaw, still facing the flowers and away from Nimbuswhirl, rolled her eyes and suppressed a frustrated sigh. Sure, it was a nice thing to say, even if it wasn't entirely true, at least in her opinion, but it certainly wasn't helpful either. "I'm serious, I don't want to pick two or more colors that would just clash," she meowed. "It's easier for the others, most of them have pelts that harmonize with their flowers or that doesn't make the colors jump out too much." Cloudpaw didn't hate or even dislike her own pelt. It could be a bit impractical at times but she didn't really mind. But right now it seemed to put her at a bit of a disadvantage. Not that she'd trade with her fellow apprentices if she could, she liked her appearance just the way it was and wouldn't want a different pelt color. Even if it made her look a lot like Nimbuswhirl. She supposed it wasn't a bad thing, it just made her feel a bit awkward at times.
She took a small step back when Nimbuswhirl moved to sit across from her to give him a bit more space so he could get a better look on the flowers and despite trying to look grim or at least indifferent she had to hold back a chuckle. Good thing she had rolled her eyes at his words before he had placed himself across from her and not after. Now that would have been rude. Not that it mattered, she wasn't even sure why she cared. Sure, she didn't dislike her father but being around him always felt a little weird to her. But she had to admit that he was making an effort to keep being involved in her life, even though he and Cherryash weren't mates anymore. Maybe she should at least try to make an effort too. So she was going to allow him to help her with her current problem. And who knew, maybe he did have some good ideas. To her surprise she found that he actually did. The flowers he had started to sort out, pretty blue ones, did look good to her. She tried to imagine them paired with her white fur and yellow eyes. She wasn't too sure about the darker flowers but the lighter shades? Yes, she liked those. Okay, now she should probably say something about her father's picks. To let him know what she thought about them. "They look nice, I think?" She tried and immediately wanted to smack herself. It sounded way too forced! Cloudpaw still didn't want to smile too openly or express excitement in front of Nimbuswhirl but she needed to make it clear that she approved of his suggestion. In a coolish or at least neutral way. Alright, next try. "I mean, I like them," she meowed quickly. "Especially those lighter ones." She indicated them with her paw. But what now? They still needed to figure out what would go well with them. She was about to ask Nimbuswhirl when she noticed him looking elsewhere. Was he going to seek inspiration by looking at their clanmates? Or was he going to ask someone for advice? Curious, she followed his gaze and her eyes widened when she saw just who he was looking at. She shot Nimbuswhirl a nervous glance and then looked back at Cherryash. Who was coming over to them. Being around Nimbuswhirl was one thing. And she had a much easier time being around Cherryash. But both of them at the same time, in the same place? If talking with Nimbuswhirl felt awkward to Cloudpaw then being with both him and Cherryash was... well, beyond awkward. Cloudpaw was sure the word for that hasn't been invented yet.
"Uh, hey," she greeted her mother with a slightly uneasy smile which became even more forced when Cherryash nodded to Nimbuswhirl. Gods, just kill me now, she thought, clenching her jaw as if to prevent herself from muttering the words out loud. Then however she scooted over a little in case Cherryash wanted to sit with them. When her mother observed the flowers Cloudpaw nodded and this time she didn't even have to force a smile. "There really are some pretty ones in there, huh?" she meowed, glancing at the flowers Nimbuswhirl had set aside. "Dad- I mean Nimbus- uh... father- ugh." She shook her head with a frustrated grunt. "Well, he picked them out. I couldn't really decide myself. But yeah, I like these ones." It took her a bit of an effort but she managed to offer her father a grateful smile. Then she turned back to her mother. "But now we have to figure out what other flowers would go with them. It shouldn't be too many but I think I would like one or two more colors."
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Post by Sand on Aug 5, 2024 14:30:32 GMT -5
Sealtooth camp — accompanied by: Thornfang he/him - fighter
 Sealtooth wondered why Paleflame enjoyed taunting Thornfang so much. It was clear that the fighter didn't like it at all and seemed disgusted by her behavior. As the competitor relaxed a bit, Sealtooth was completely at ease. Cats like Paleflame didn't get to him too much, he found her to be a nuisance that got a kick out of provoking others.
As Thornfang spoke, the brown colorpoint tom listened with some fascination. With three fighters competing, Sealtooth himself chose not to vie for the spot of leader. Mostly because he couldn't see himself as a leader nor deputy; it seemed useless when the other fighters were stronger than him too. Thundersnap, Thornfang, and Cedarfrost were more than skilled compared to Sealtooth. Needless to say, he was fine watching from the side and supporting his clanmates. "You're welcome. It's going to be tough, but I think you can outdo the competitors," he reassured him.
Sealtooth's ears perked up at the sound of his sister's name. He hadn't spoken to her recently, so he was curious what she thought of Thornfang's token. But a golden jackal fang? It almost sounded too good to be true, much like Thundersnap's token. Rumor had it that his token was extraordinary, but Sealtooth hadn't seen it just yet. "Sounds like you've got a great token. Have you seen any of the other tokens? I haven't gotten around to looking at Laurelstar's nest yet," he mewed to Thornfang, although he felt a tad jealous about the jackal tooth. Riverlily got so lucky!
Sealtooth knew he chose not to compete and he'd need to deal with that decision, no matter what. His clanmates, mostly the fighters, deserved his utmost support. If MyrtleClan was going to choose a new leader, he wanted to be a part of it.
"Hopefully the jackal will stay away, MyrtleClan doesn't need any issues right now– picking a new leader and deputy is enough," he replied, then realized he had a possible question for the tabby tom. "Thornfang, if you win the Games, who would you pick as your deputy? Y'know, out of the competitors that are left?"
[ tags: Pineclaw | image credit: pexels ]
Pantherprowl camp — accompanied by: Peachblossom he/him - hunter
 Discussing clanmates wasn't something Pantherprowl did often. Sure, he'd overhear gossip every now and then, but he didn't participate in it. It simply wasn't a hobby of his. But talking about Drifttumble made him flex his claws into the earth beneath them. "You mean he's fun to be around if you like talkative and popular felines," he quipped, his gaze following Peachblossom's to Drifttumble, who was still chatting with Puddleheart.
The black tom's ears warmed as Peachblossom drew out his name– it sounded pleasant and oddly comfortable to him. Was it normal to feel that way? He listened intently to the feline's suggestion, but immediately became lost in their words. His pelt grew hot with embarrassment as he tried to keep eye contact with Peachblossom. Although he didn't fully understand what they had said at the end of their mew, Pantherprowl had a feeling that it was a compliment of some sort. "Uh, I really like green paint, maybe that's a better match than the… purple. For my pretty eyes," he meowed, staring at the cream tabby feline's coat. He began to purr, "Your eyes. I like them too. They're really bright."
If Pantherprowl was going to flirt, he was going to be straight forward about it. It seemed that the two were complimenting each other back and forth. He wondered if it was just Peachblossom being nice, but maybe it wasn't? Maybe it was something more than he had expected. As he quickly got to his paws, he licked at his chest fur before turning to his friend. "You're right, there's no way I'm letting you put flowers or leaves on my pelt," the hunter confirmed, letting out a mrrow of amusement along with a smirk. "Let's find some paint before any cat finds out that I'm doing this willingly."
[ tags: ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » | image credit: pexels ]
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Post by Headphone Actor on Aug 5, 2024 20:32:37 GMT -5
Rotflower
Before the Games (Camp, 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 )
Rotflower startled slightly at Acaciaberry's words, the young tom's ears folding back a bit as he realized what an absolute mess he looked like. "O-oh, Acaciaberry!" He greeted swiftly, curling his tail sheepishly around the chain of flowers at his paws and failing to hide it. "I was just uh...trying to get ready for the games!" Was it a bit ridiculous for him to compete? Absolutely.
Especially against the monstrosity of a token that Thundersnap had brought to the nest.
Not that it was monstrous or anything, it was just very, very intimidating. Seeing it had almost caused the ragged looking tom to call it quits on the spot. After all, how could someone like him, a cat cursed by the gods and disowned by his own father, compete against Thundersnap? The impressive tom seemed to be sponsored more and more clearly by the gods by the day, while Rotflower....
His pale yellow eyes wandered to the sand at his feet, where the flower chain rested.
He was, admittedly, lucky that his clan was allowing him to even participate.
The Lykoi tom had picked the pink and white flowers, drying them carefully and deftly weaving them into the chain originally, only faltering when it came time to put it on himself. He had applied his pale pink paint with the same delicate touch, like he'd spent a lot of time on it. "It might be fun to try, I guess." Not that he expected to get too far. And not that he could admit why he really wanted to join in on the games.
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Post by Junospower on Aug 5, 2024 23:08:20 GMT -5
RainpawWith Goosefreckle | 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖
He let out a small purr of laughter when his father poked paint on his nose. Rainpaw spent a few moments scrunching up his nose and feebly trying to wipe it off. He probably looked a bit of a fool, but in this moment, he didn’t mind. So what if his clanmates see him having fun with his father. They were almost polar opposites when it comes to there personalities, Rainpaw was much more soft-spoken and reserved than him, but they’ve always shared the same sense of humor and regularly teased and joked together. A few days ago, he had questioned Laurelstar’s choice to save him. He thought about how much more stable the clan would have been had she not drowned in his place. Yet now he remembered that how much his family and Mothflutter would’ve grieved. He was happy to be here now. Thank you Okeaneos, for sparing me that night. I’ll wear your colors with the highest honor.”I’m curious to see who else is going to compete,” he mewed, “I know Archsong was interested and Thundersnap… Well… He found a token on the patrol…”
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Post by lepidopteran on Aug 7, 2024 22:17:28 GMT -5
Flickerpaw “We’ll be fine, right Ivypaw?” Flickerpaw giddily glanced to the tom, nudging him with a paw. “Not gonna burn down nothin’.” As soon as Fawnpaw gave the signal, Flickerpaw was off. Tail low to the ground as she half-walked-half-snuck towards the back of the camp. The dark-colored stone held between her teeth, a bit awkwardly considering its size (and her own). The back of camp had considerably less cats around, and, helpfully, had some rocks resting against or supporting some of the dens. And some dried leaves, though not as many as she thought. She set the rock down to speak, pawing leaves towards the other stones “Alright so,” She leaned towards Ivypaw, eyes wider as she tried to look serious. “I light a small little, itsy bitsy fire, and you yowl like you got burned. I’ll take the blame, I know they won’t actually punish me or anything.” She raised the flint in her jaws once more, glint of excitement in her bright green eyes, then brought it down on the rocks. Nothing. Then, again. Only a few orange sparks. With the third, there were enough sparks to land on the dry leaves, which became a lick of flame. Flickerpaw watched, eyes wide, the yellow-orange light dancing in her eyes. Then the first leaf began to curl and darken as it smoldered and she quickly pushed a few more leaves towards it, blowing gently to try and coax the flames to grow stronger. A wide grin on her muzzle. |
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#cfffe5
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Name Colour, Custom Stars
Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
pfp made by sparkscatter
Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them
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Post by Ember34 on Aug 8, 2024 13:50:33 GMT -5
Mintpaw-Camp-Cedarfrost(pineclaw) Mintpaw's eyes shone as his grandpa accepted the leaf bracelet, the tom practically bouncing on his paws in sheer excitement. " I do!! They are my favorite to work with," he said. Doing a small little spin to show case all his wonderful leaf decorations he made for the day. " They are simply perfect!!" Sure other entertainers tried to get him to use other things, especially for making things for his clanmates, but why would he do that? " Thank you!!! I'll make sure to make you proud when I perform!!" He always admired Cedarfrost, and even though he didn't take much interest in his training he didn't mind, as it just meant he would get to surprise his family with how far he had gotten! Archsong-Camp-Sagekit Archsong smiled to her son's excitement. " I'll be looking forward to you perform up there, I'm sure you will outshine everyone," she said to him. Settling to the ground by her kit she looked around the camp, before letting it fall back to Sagekit. " Have you thought about what you might want to be when you become an apprentice?" Poppyshine-Camp-Vinedclaw(soot) Poppyshine nodded at her words, a small smile forming to his face. " That is true, I just hope as I get older I can get over my clumsiness a bit so I'm not completely unpredictable," he said. His grin widening as the conversation continues, he was proud of how far he had been able to get to become a hunter, he couldn't have done it without Furzestomp who had been patient to work with him as an apprentice. His tail flicking out behind him. " I'll be happy regardless I feel, it would be good to get security back in the camp and know we have someone we can rely on," he said. Not that he didn't think Puddleheart was doing a bad job leading them, he just felt it would be nicer to have a more stable system where they had a leader and deputy. " I appreciate it! But that's a good point, what did they give him..." He mulled it over, as he looked in the direction of Thundersnap. " I guess they might reveal it in the games? Why they choose to bless him with a token?" |
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Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
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Post by Ember34 on Aug 8, 2024 14:35:48 GMT -5
With a wave of farewell with his tail to Fawnpaw, as his sister headed off to get into position, he followed after Flickerpaw, the tom could barely contain his excitement at helping getting Stoatchase into the games. Watching Flickerpaw work, he kept watch to make sure that none of the warriors in the area were noticing just what she was doing. " Don't worry if push comes to shove I'll craft up some lie to hopefully help us get out of trouble," he said, a confident grin on his face. He looked over when he heard the soft crackling of the flames as Flickerpaw was successful in getting the fire started. Watching as the flames grew bigger the more they got feed with the dried leaves, while the fire was small, it would still be enough to get a good distraction going, especially with his added theatrics! Right so now I jut have to get burned, can't be too painful!. He thought, as he put his paw to the flames, jumping back at the shock, a sharp cry escaped from the tom, while the injury wasn't bad it did at least hurt. |
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Aug 10, 2024 0:10:31 GMT -5
PUMPKINPAW - - ★
Getting decorated all pretty was something Pumpkinpaw loved about the games. Or, well, any celebration really. She loved asking Ambrosiadew, Dovepetal and her mother, Windingdeer, if they would decorate her. She was pretty uncoordinated herself when it came to doing it, as she could barely sit still and would end up getting the paint everywhere. She still tried, but the three had noticed her failed attempts and she eventually caved, asking if they could assist. Her own attempts had been quickly forgotten about as soon as they came- she was now wiggling happily under paw as they painted her with the prettiest colors of orange.
She had swirls of orange along her haunches and coming down her sides where they met at a point at her spine. She had an orange chevron paint on her white chest, and two distinct paw prints on her cheeks in a pastel shade. The rounded paw pads had stumps of green painted on them to resemble pumpkins. Next, Pumpkinpaw had slid vines around her ankles, they twirled together to stay up. She asked Ambrosiadew if he could make her a crown with the vines, and a few feathers. She had a brown feather, in which she explained to the three that it was to represent her grandmother. A cinnamon colored feather to represent her father, one that was brown with white specks in it to represent her mother, and a brownish-orange colored feather to match the ginger tabby coat of her half-sister, Orangesky. She beamed at the three helping her decorate, chattering about how excited she was until they finished.
Pumpkinpaw excused herself, stepping away from them before looking around to find Asterpaw. She wanted to show him the decorations she had done, with the help of her family and the lovely ginger tabby entertainer. A purr rumbled in her throat as she spotted him, bouncing towards the other apprentice. That's when she noticed the other cat sitting with him. Crowpaw! I can't wait to show both of them my decorations! She giggled to herself, excited that she was going to be witnessing her first games, all decorated.
But, something stopped the apprentice in her steps. A cry? Yeah, a cry. Whipping her head around, Pumpkinpaw noticed the apprentice it had come from. Ivypaw. But behind the tom she noticed something she hadn't ever seen with her own eyes, but knew exactly what it was from the tales she had heard from the elders. A fire. Where did the fire come from? The brown tabby didn't even dwindle on the thought, instead she hurriedly made her way up to Asterpaw and Crowpaw, anxious to tell them what she saw and ask what they could do.
"Asterpaw! Crowpaw!" Her voice seemed tight as she glanced past her shoulder towards Flickerpaw and Ivypaw, where they sat near the fire. She didn't dare draw conclusions, fearing that it could be a misunderstanding. "I think... There's a fire, over there, and- What should we do?" She stumbled over her words, anxiously looking between her two friends.
Surely a fire would delay the games, right? What if the fire started and Ivypaw had just merely been trying to put it out? Maybe he had used the wrong method? Questions zoomed through her thoughts as she waited impatiently for a response from either of the two apprentices.
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Aug 10, 2024 15:39:32 GMT -5
PEACHBLOSSOM - - ★
with [ PANTHERPROWL ] at [ CAMP ] | sand
Peachblossom pretended not to notice as Pantherprowl’s claws dug into the earth beneath them, instead raising their eyes to watch his shoulders flex as the muscles tensed. They turned their head quickly, hoping he didn’t catch them staring, as he turned away from the other pair and continued their conversation. Listening intently was easy for them, always had been. They could listen for hours on end without ever getting annoyed or tired. Thus, their friendship with cats like Pantherprowl, Sweetripple, and Sorrelmist. Having the chattiest cats as their friends allowed Peachblossom to relax in contented silence while the others gossiped about what had gone on that day or the previous one.
Peachblossom’s head whipped around to look Pantherprowl in the face with wide eyes at his compliment. Their jaw hung slack for a moment before they were able to close it, fur feeling uncomfortably hot under his gaze. The cream tabby feline clawed the earth themselves, doing anything to ease the sudden nervous tension in their body. Oh. That- oh, shit, Peachblossom you’re staring, speak!
“I- thank you, Pantherprowl, that’s- that’s very ki- very kind of you to say. It means- well, it means the world to me coming from you,” they meowed in a soft voice, ducking their head to lick the fur on their chest so they could avoid his gaze. They didn’t often get nervous like this around friends, but the thudthudthud of their heartbeat increased and they couldn’t help but feel restless.
After his quip about being painted willingly, Peachblossom huffed out a laugh, nervous tension replaced with friendly relaxation and smooth confidence.
“We could always tell everyone I pinned you down and forced you to let me paint you, to support Sablefrost,” they quipped back with a crooked grin and a wink.
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Post by boragesky on Aug 10, 2024 19:09:48 GMT -5
HYMNALKIT
" I was following the pack all swallowed in their coats, with scarves of red tied 'round their throats. "
Painting Stand/Clearing -> Outside of Nursery | Camp | Closed for Interaction! (Interacting w/ Dovepetal (𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 ) and Flickeringburrow)
Hymnalkit was confused at first when Dovepetal picked her up. But when he realized she was taking her to Flickeringburrow, he felt happiness.
Instead of running off from Dovepetal, he waited for Dovepetal to stop moving before he got down and walked up to Flickeringburrow and sat down. "Hey mama! Do you like how I look?" Hymnalkit asked.
FLICKERINGBURROW
" Alone... at the edge of a universe humming a tune... "
Clearing | Camp | Closed for Interaction! (Interacting w/ Dovepetal (𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 ) and Hymnalkit)
Flickeringburrow chuckled at Hymnalkit's question. "You look beautiful, honey." she told him. She looked up at Dovepetal again, her eyes shining of gratitude.
"Yep, that's my kit. Thanks for doing the paint for him. He really appreciates it." Flickeringburrow thanked. Her gaze trailed to where Burninglight was. Her beloved younger sister. She wondered what she was up to, but figured not to interact for now.
APPLEFINCH
" I won't betray your trust. Though people say I must... My heart will stay true just... as long as he needs me. "
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BLOSSOMDANCER
" I'd do anything; for you dear, anything! For you. mean. EVERYTHING to me! "
Painting Stand | Camp | Open to Join Interaction! (Interacting w/ Blossomdancer)
Applefinch stood still as Blossomdancer brushed against their face with her paw, red paint dappled on it.
"Sooo... how's it going?" Blossomdancer asked. Applefinch stayed silent, frozen. Blossomdancer showed worry. "Err... Applefinch?" it asked again. Applefinch panicked when they got back from zoning out. "OH! I'm so sorry I just... zoned out." Applefinch realized. Blossomdancer shook her head. "No no no don't worry..."
JACKDAWTHISTLE
" Strong. Men. Tremble when they hear it. They've got cause enough to fear it. It's much blacker than they smear it. Nobody mentions... MY NAME. "
Clearing | Camp | Open for Interaction! (N/A)
Jackdawthistle just sat out in the clearing.
He knew he wasn't gonna be one of them. But whatever, it's fine. He did gather a few jackdaw feathers he found and makeshifted a feather crown. Sure, it looked odd, but genuinely? It looked pretty interesting. He managed to place it on his head without breaking it, and in his opinion it looked pretty cool.
ROSEFLAKE
" In this life, one thing counts! In the bank, large amounts. I'm afraid these don't grow on trees! YOU'VE GOT TO PICK A POCKET OR TWO! "
Clearing | Camp | Open for Interaction! (N/A (Recommended to Interact With!))
Roseflake sat not that far from the Painting Stand. She was making free flower crowns for the special occasion. Even if no one used them, she figured it would be nice to make some if no one knew how to. After she finished making the last one, she placed it with her small stack of flower crowns. Even if she wasn't an Entertainer, Blossomdancer had given her permission to help real quick.
Once finished, Roseflake ended up lying there for a bit, looking at the creations.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Aug 11, 2024 10:04:54 GMT -5
Asterpaw -- Before the Games (Camp) -- with Pumpkinpaw [-` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾] and Crowpaw [𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢]"The lineup looks pretty tough, doesn't it Crowpaw?" Asterpaw commented, nodding towards the nest full of tokens from the competitors. "I don't doubt any of them are skilled, but really, if Thundersnap is competing, what's the poi-?" At Pumpkinpaw's panicked voice, the cream colored tom leapt to his paws, fur bushed out slightly.
"Pumpkinpaw?"
He'd worked hard on his decorations, swirls of soft purples covering his fur in a gentle, vine-like motif, with an aster flower tucked behind one ear. That flower drifted to the ground sadly when Asterpaw processed her alert, his ears pinning back to his head in panic and distress.
"We need to go find someone -- our mentors, Puddleheart, anyone." Orangesky. His mentor came to mind, then, and he glanced around the clearing. "Pumpkinpaw, have you seen Orangesky anywhere?" If anyone knew where the older cat was, it'd be her sister, after all. "We also need to find Puddleheart. He knows how to start fires, he ought to know how to put one out."
The young tom licked his chest briefly, trying to calm himself down and sort his thoughts. "We should split up. One of us look for Orangesky or one of our mentors, one of us look for Puddleheart, and the other needs to keep an eye on that fire." All of them bundling around camp with an unchecked fire at large felt like a recipe for disaster.
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Post by lepidopteran on Aug 12, 2024 11:26:33 GMT -5
Cloverpounce Camp | With Sablefrost (𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 ) and soon to be Ivypaw (Ember34 ) and Flickerpaw
Cloverpounce’s smile didn’t drop once as she listened. Sable seems more comfortable now, she observed, humming a bit as the scout talked. It was nice hearing her talk more, opening up like flowers in bloom. She was just a pretty too, and Cloverpounce wondered for a moment why she'd never courted. But that wasn't her business anyhow. Puddleheart wasn't someone she knew very well. Her mother wasn’t all that happy with Pomegrantefur for bringing him in, but she was pretty sure Laurelstar didn’t hold anything against the tom himself, especially considering his age as he was brought in. But she didn’t know him all that well herself– she’d tried but the medicine cat seemed quite socially awkward and she didn’t want him to be uncomfortable. At the mention of Sillouettewing, her smile faltered. She knew the pain of loss all too well. She felt for Sablefrost, but even more so for Pantherprowl. Cloverpounce had never had a sister to lose, however the loss of a mother was something she had recently become very acquainted with. Before she opened her mouth to murmur something sympathetic, her rounded ears pricked and twitched at the sound of a yowl. A yowl she recognized. “Was that… Ivypaw?” She asked, glancing around for her apprentice. |
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Aug 12, 2024 23:09:08 GMT -5
PUMPKINPAW - - ★
Pumpkinpaw truly couldn't think of anything worse happening on one of the biggest days for the clan. She shifted her weight from paw to paw as she glanced between her two friends, face shifted into a look of unease and nervousness. She nodded her head quickly and press her nose to Asterpaw's cheek before looking thankfully at Crowpaw. "Please! The more adults the better. I sure don't know how to put out a fire, and I don't believe Ivypaw or Flickerpaw were able to either. I think I saw Orangesky with Honeydusk, but I'm not sure." Her voice was rushed as she began to make her way towards where she saw the medicine cat and his own interest at heart. "I'll get Puddleheart, though! Hopefully Ivypaw isn't hurt and we can get to him in time." She mewed over her shoulder before picking up her pace.
The brown and white tabby molly frantically weaved between the cats before she eventually reached Puddleheart and Drifttumble. She looked apologetically between the two and felt her ears flatten slightly. "I am so incredibly sorry to interrupt you two..." She took in a breath, feeling uneasy as she looked over her shoulder towards Ivypaw and Flickerpaw. "But please come quick! I think- no, there is a fire, and I believe Ivypaw might have gotten burned trying to put it out!" She made out breathlessly, not even waiting for either of the toms to join her as she started to lead them towards where she was smelling smoke and saw the other two apprentices. She had truly never felt this frazzled, but hey, there was a first for everything.
Pumpkinpaw just truly hoped it wasn't anything huge- something that the two adult toms could put out. She knew since she was a kitten that she was never allowed to play with flint or start fires like she had heard the elders and medicine cats do. Windingdeer and Sandyhawk were amazing at telling her to be careful. She never went against their judgement, and Pumpkinpaw was just hoping that this fire was something tamable, and not something that would get out of control.
Fire was dangerous, afterall.
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