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✦∘𓈒・ The trinket that Torridpaw brings back into ThunderClan's camp is clearly not naturally occurring, something clearly either stolen from a twoleg or unearthed from some pit in the woods. On one end it has a smooth, rounded stick, and on the other a somewhat leaf-shaped slab of darkened material that his claws cannot pierce. He'd merely picked the object up whilst out on patrol, and thankfully his mentor had allowed him to keep it. What could be the harm in such a trinket, anyway, in spite of its somewhat unwieldy size? Torridpaw certainly sees none. But in order to truly capitalize on their finding, the bard must first find an audience. A willing one this time, they think, rather than forcing any of their siblings to sit through whatever story they may spin about their newest treasure.
Gold-hued eyes search the camp, swinging from face to face until they light upon someone worthy of her song. Of course, she could leap upon any old perch and crow her tune to anyone who would listen, but that strategy is more likely to earn her a wallop upside the head or a cuff to the ears and a scolding to keep it down. No, for this she needs a willing listener, someone with wonder in their heart and whimsy in their smile. Her eyes fall upon a kit, and at that moment she decides—who better to play recipient to her tale than the kit with rosy-crowned cheeks and eyes bright as sunkissed petals? "You, you there! You look a worthy subject," the calico cries out, loud and sure to grab the attention of the younger feline. The object, fallen from their mouth in their haste to speak, drops to the dirt, looking a bit less impressive once it's flattened on the ground.
Well… never mind that, the show must go on. The apprentice puffs up, eyeing the kit as they search for any signs of annoyance or fear. When they find none (or at least, they think it's none) they continue on, propping the object up with one paw. "Care for a tale of strife and fortune, of weal and woe? How I happened upon this… artifact… is a story for the ages!" With that, they slam a paw back down onto the ground, pinning the hard material beneath the paw. "I had to slay a beast in order to retrieve this… this great trophy. Do you want to guess how large it was?"
Gold-hued eyes search the camp, swinging from face to face until they light upon someone worthy of her song. Of course, she could leap upon any old perch and crow her tune to anyone who would listen, but that strategy is more likely to earn her a wallop upside the head or a cuff to the ears and a scolding to keep it down. No, for this she needs a willing listener, someone with wonder in their heart and whimsy in their smile. Her eyes fall upon a kit, and at that moment she decides—who better to play recipient to her tale than the kit with rosy-crowned cheeks and eyes bright as sunkissed petals? "You, you there! You look a worthy subject," the calico cries out, loud and sure to grab the attention of the younger feline. The object, fallen from their mouth in their haste to speak, drops to the dirt, looking a bit less impressive once it's flattened on the ground.
Well… never mind that, the show must go on. The apprentice puffs up, eyeing the kit as they search for any signs of annoyance or fear. When they find none (or at least, they think it's none) they continue on, propping the object up with one paw. "Care for a tale of strife and fortune, of weal and woe? How I happened upon this… artifact… is a story for the ages!" With that, they slam a paw back down onto the ground, pinning the hard material beneath the paw. "I had to slay a beast in order to retrieve this… this great trophy. Do you want to guess how large it was?"
- ooc: @SUNKIT he brought u a trowel, kiddo
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TORRIDPAW ✦∘𓈒・ he/she/they, apprentice of thunderclan
✧ longhaired tortoiseshell with high white and golden eyes.
✧ loud and bright, tries hard to be the best they can be at every task.
✧ peaceful or healing powerplay is allowed ; enjoys physical contact
✧ played by foxlore