PAFP Camp BARDIC PERSUASION [storytime]

[TORRIDPAW TORRIDPAW]

✦∘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?"

i’m the singer 🃏 and the song

• 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

 

[SUNKIT SUNKIT]

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Torridpaw chooses their audience well. Sunkit is never one to turn down a good game, never one to ignore a good mystery. And the object the apprentice carries is nothing if not mysterious. Like the child of a stick and a rock, yet moulded and flattened into an unusual shape at its shiny head. How odd! It is like nothing fae has ever seen before, and fae perks up like a sprout in rain as Torridpaw's gaze catches faer.

The strange trinket drops to the ground with a clatter, and his attention is rapt. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" The kit chirrups eager, bouncing up and down. Her words are blustering, bright and theatrical - just the way Sunkit likes it. He waits his turn, restraining himself so as not to blurt out in the middle of Torridpaw's spiel, and then lets the worst burst from his maw as soon as they finish. "Was it as big as a tree? As tall as the sky? Did you have to climb it?" Fae sweeps a paw upwards in turn, emphasizing the great height such a terrible beast must possess. A little bit of extra grandiosity to the already quite heightened introduction. He quite likes this game.

With a gasp, the kit's eyes go wide. He leans in closer, lowering his voice to a suitable stage whisper "Is this - this, um - this trophy dangerous?" Sunkit asks, stumbling over the words a bit in the overeagerness to do so. He can't quite wipe the smile from his face, even as he pantomimes shock.

OOC //

SUNKIT

THUNDERCLAN KIT
✦ he / fae, genderqueer tom
✦ 4 moons old, ages on the 1st
✦ npc x npc, littermate to moonkit

SPEECH & INTERACTION

penned by saturnid

 

[Faithkit]

FAITHKIT

A BOUQUET OF BRAMBLES

SHE/HERx THUNDERCLAN KITx 04 MOONS​

☆ A sickly fawn cream tortoiseshell with low white
☆ Adopted child of Serpentberry, littermates with Falsekit and Thornkit
☆ penned by Juice↛ Ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.​

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Torridpaw and Sunkit were a combination you hadn't thought to think of together. Why that is you aren't too sure, considering they seemed similar in the fact that they're both dramatic. They like to tell stories you realise, Sunkit likes to invent games while Torridpaw assigns tasks. In some ways they're perfect for each other, at least that's what you observe as you cross your paws. Peering from the shade casted by the rock they often used to play clan. Your gaze follows Sunkit's paw, narrowing as you consider how big a tree would be. That would have to be at least ten Sunkit's big you think, maybe even twenty if you could stretch your limited imagination that far. "I think he climbed for it" you call out with a yawn, pressing your cheek against your paw. Torridpaw wasn't the type to just take the easy route, you figured that out when you cleared the leaves with her.

With a sigh you frustratingly find yourself curious. Pushing yourself up on shaking and protesting limbs you wander like a fawn over to the pair. "What did the beast look like?" You had to know that least, maybe it was a big dog? Or a really annoying bird. Could birds be scary though? You thought they all seemed pretty small and harmless. It could be a scary cat, one too horrifying to be called anything other than a beast?

 

[Magnoliapeak]

I SIP A TOAST TO NORMALCY

Though she is not the intended audience, Magnoliapeak finds it remiss to pass up on the opportunity to find herself amused once again by Torridpaw's enrapturing storytelling and rhymes. On some level, she knows that she should probably be annoyed by the loudness of the apprentice, but since he had regaled her with praise on a hunting patrol not that long ago, she finds it hard to be annoyed with the boisterous tortoiseshell. She finds them amusing, if not a bit endearing.

Magnoliapeak does not say anything as she settles nearby, though her gaze is fixed on Torridpaw. The object that has been given to Sunkit is twoleg trash. That much is obvious. But Faithkit and Sunkit both seem so interested in it and its application to Torridpaw's story that she does not quash their enthusiasm. She simply angles her ears and waits for Torridpaw's story as to how he came up with such an object.

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✿ magnoliapeak is a thunderclan storm guard with sharp resolve and strict standards.
✿ 30 moons old, ages on the 11th of each month.
✿ currently mentoring flickerpaw and sandpiperpaw
✿ in battle, physically difficult and psychologically difficult
✿ her parents are hazelheart x bracken. she is littermate to honeysucklecry and hyacinthrain. she is gen 2 on the junipersable tree.
✿ penned by carat, see her tags here.

 

[TORRIDPAW TORRIDPAW]

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The tortoiseshell grins, clearly having captured the interest of her intended target. Sunkit seems eager to listen and learn, bouncing with excitement, and faer bright attention serves to heighten Torridpaw's own mood. A crowd begins to form, made up of another kit—Faithkit, the quiet little one—and Magnoliapeak, trusted adult and awe-inspiring warrior. Torridpaw preens despite herself, pleased to be the center of her clanmates' attention. Sunkit calls out faer guesses, from the height of a tree to the height of the sky itself, and she chirps out a response when Faithkit pitches in her deduction that he'd climbed the beast himself. "I did indeed have to climb it to reach this trophy, perched so carefully atop its head. It did not reach into the sky, but certainly past treetops—it took every ounce of my strength to reach the top of its head! And when I did, I could see all the way to the other clan's territories! All the way to Highstones!" To make their point they stand as tall as they can, pointing with a paw in a random direction as though they're gazing directly at the mountains now.

The next question proposed to them is from Faithkit once again, prompting the tortoiseshell to drop into a crouch, stage-whispering in a similar manner to Sunkit. Quite hush-hush, this is. Though… their voice doesn't stay quiet for long. "The beast… it was horrifying! Its hide was the color of pine needles and its eyes were black as pitch. It had wide, snapping jaws full to the brim with jagged fangs, and hooked talons upon each of its mighty paws. If I was to move any slower, it would have eviscerated me!" As he speaks he leaps and dodges and makes faux swipes at an invisible enemy, recreating the deadly battle with the same choreography that he'd come up with in his head. A swing here, a slap there, tuck and roll, and pop back up to pretend that the enemy has given them a moment to breathe.

"It had a tail long and spiked with quills, like a porcupine, and it swung it at me even whilst I was climbing up its back. I had to cling to each scale by the very tips of my claws, and had to nimbly dodge each of its blows. I was successful—I reached the top of its head and made it beat itself with its own tail, until it at last fell to the ground." With a sharp grin upon their muzzle and a somewhat frenzied look in golden eyes, Torridpaw bares their teeth while they tell their finely-woven tale. All of it is exaggerated, if not entirely falsified, but their clanmates need not know such things. "And still, it did not give up this artifact until it drew its final breath and melted into the ground right before my eyes. This was the only thing left of it, in the end." They pick the object up once again and swing it dramatically in their jaws, showing it off to each of the cats gathered around.

Magnoliapeak hasn't said anything to betray her interest, but they lean a bit closer to the warrior anyway in an attempt to give her a better look. There's a sparkle in golden eyes that looks like camaraderie, the understanding that Torridpaw is merely weaving a fable rather than speaking truth. Of course the warrior would pick up on it, but of course she won't call them out on their lies, either. They hope.

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TORRIDPAW

HE/SHE/THEY, THUNDERCLAN APPRENTICE
✧ longhaired tortoiseshell with high white & golden eyes
✧ loud & bright, eager to be the best they can be at every task
✧ peaceful powerplay allowed ; enjoys physical contact
✧ played by foxlore