Private Backwritten Camp SC bright future ahead // Stoatstream

[Grayflight]

{$title} takes place shortly after stoatstream became a warrior

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Grayflight padded back into camp, bearing a thrush and some Twoleg trinkets in his jaws. He set the thrush down with the rest of the fresh-kill, then sat nearby to sift through the things he'd found.

The first was a shiny, crinkly leaf [ooc: granola bar wrapper], smelling faintly of oats and honey. He gave it a tentative lick, plucking a stray oat off and chewing it thoughtfully. It was okay. Not enough honey for it to be of any use to Cicadabuzz.

The second was a small, unfamiliar type of prey made of a Twoleg pelt [ooc: plushie of some sort]. It was a little dirty, but there was color beneath the dust and scuffs. He set that aside - Blacktree would know which kits would want it. And if not, it was soft enough to tear into to make for nice nest materials.

The final piece was some sort of dangly sparkly bit, shining green and golden like the sunlight over the hills [ooc: an earring]. Part of it had pricked his pawpad when he first found it, but he was certain it would like nice in the sunlight. Perhaps the sharp bit could be used to secure it somewhere.

As he pawed at it, he noticed the new warrior, Stoatstream, sitting nearby. The young cat had joined him once or twice out in the territory as he searched for these little treasures, and she seemed to have a keen eye.

"Hey, Stoatstream," he mewed, waving his long tail in greeting. "Would you wanna help me find a good place for this?" He motioned to the sparkly trinket with a paw.

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OOC

Tagging: @Stoatstream
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BIO

ShadowClan Thief
59 moons || he/him
SPEECH || THOUGHTS

 

[Stoatstream Stoatstream]

SOMETHING SACRED

HIDES IN EVERY DROP OF DEW

The brand new warrior was minding her business, as she often did, lost in her own thoughts as she tried to decide her next task for the day. For how she longed for warriorhood, having the lead of her own tasks for the day rather than tailing Sablestar had left her rather stumped.

Though just as she was about to deflate in defeat, the flicker of something in the corner of her eye caught her attention. It seemed as if Greyflight was beckoning her to see something. Stoatstream tilted her head curiously, trotting over to see what the tom had found.

To most, what he brought were weird twoleg trinkets, but in her time at the side of Fleafire, the ivory molly knew some great trinkets when she saw them. "Ooh, have you been out scavenging Greyflight? These look great!" She purred, eyes alight. The raggedy twoleg fluffy thing reminded her a little of Flea's Ma, the scrap of fur still tucked with their father in the nursery, for safekeeping. "I'm sure one of the kittens would take to that twoleg pelt, it'd be cosy for them as the days get cooler. Or they'll tear it up, knowing who most of them take after..." She clicked her tongue, before realising what she had said and promptly changing the subject before any one of the parents heard her snide remark.

"That little thing is so pretty." Stoatstream tilted a curious head, as she gingerly pawed at the thing, inspecting not just the glittering face of it, but the thorn that stuck from behind it. "Pretty and dangerous, like a rose... Hm...." She took a step back, inspecting the camp with a careful gaze. "If it weren't sharp, I'd personally tuck it in my nest for safe-keeping, but little grabby paws mean it would be safer stuck somewhere."

Most of the camp consisted of brambles and stones, and for as solid as the thing seemed, she wasn't so sure if the thorn could withstand it, until... "Maybe the cedar? It's only small compared to the stump, but if we find more, the moonlight would make them stand out during meetings?" Stoatstream tilted her head, unsure; maybe Sablestar would have opinions on the matter. She had only just became a warrior, and she'd already made the mistake once of getting too big for her paws and talking back to him, something she didn't particularly want her head bitten off about again.

YOU'RE MORE THAN STAINED GLASS ​

OOC -

YOU'RE THE LIGHT THAT COMES THROUGH ​

STOATSTREAM She/Her, Shadowclan Warrior, 12 moons old.
A slender white cat with lilac markings and dark blue eyes.
Mentored by Sablestar // mentoring none
Sibling to Fleafire, Monsterpaw and Saffronkit
Timberfrost x Oleander (Gen 3) / mated to none
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on Discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Grayflight]

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He chuckled at Stoatstream's comment about the kits. His sister Blacktree had been a caregiver since the Clan's founding, and sometimes when she was less than generous to the little ones he'd hear... stories. No doubt some of them may tear up the Twoleg pelt, but he didn't pick it up for them to keep it all pretty, at least. All he cared was that they may find some use out of it, in whatever way they fancied.

He watched as his companion turned over the sparkly thing, musing aloud on its features. He'd had a similar thought, but considered that one morning he might wake with it stuck in his ear or pawpad and quickly discarded the idea. He followed her gaze to the cedar, eyes brightening.

"Oh, that's a great idea!" he chirped, swishing his tail happily. He looked at the emptiness around the camp and in his mind's eye he saw it- a grand display of reflecting colors and lights, marking their camp as a place of joy and beauty. The others may not share that vision, and it may never come to fruition, but it was a good thought.

"Do you mind sticking it there?" he asked. "I'm going to get another thing from my nest to add to it!" He padded over to where he slept, dropping the Twoleg pelt to bring to Blacktree later, and nosed around in the moss until he found one of his prize pieces - a sparkly line of silver thread. He delicately grasped the thread in his jaws and brought it over to the stump.

"We can hook this in the bark beside it- for a little more shine," he offered.

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OOC

my boy and his prize piece of embroidery floss

BIO

ShadowClan Thief
59 moons || he/him
SPEECH || THOUGHTS

 

[Stoatstream Stoatstream]

SOMETHING SACRED

HIDES IN EVERY DROP OF DEW

As she idly mused with Grayflight, she was surprised to see his commendation of her idea. Immediately, her expression lit up; she had been unsure, as she often was, of her own ideas, but hearing from a warrior she respected that it was a good plan made her face light up with a smile. At that, his encouragement for her to stick the glimmering thing to the cedar made her grin with pride. "Of course I can!" She purred, eyes crinkling with her smile as she stooped to pick up the shimmering little trinket.

The molly padded over with the thing, climbing up the winding roots of the old cedar stump. It wasn't an easy feat, careful not to stumble and drop the thing, or worse, stick herself with the sharp thorn of it. But, with some careful shuffling, she managed to press the glittering stone into the wood of the cedar. A smile wandered across her maw; it was small, but it sparkled like a star plucked straight from the night sky. To those who did not pay attention, it would be missed, but in time, they could add more to the camp to bring colour and life to their home.

Grayflight grabbed her attention again, the molly tilting her head curiously before she saw what the tom had brought along. "Oh, it's lovely, Grayflight! Are you sure you want to hang it up?" She questioned, briefly, but his holding it out to her to add to the cedar made her smile wider. Carefully, she took it from the tom and, alongside the shiny stone, strung it up on the cedar.

The molly hopped down and looked up to the start of the display, her eyes glittering as she turned to Greyflight again. "It's looking lovely already! We gotta find more to add." She grinned, eagerly, tail swaying behind her. Stoatstream had always loved collecting trinkets, but she often gifted them to her friends or kin, or even kept them for herself. But using them to benefit the clan, even in small ways, brought the young warrior such a joy.

YOU'RE MORE THAN STAINED GLASS ​

OOC -

YOU'RE THE LIGHT THAT COMES THROUGH ​

STOATSTREAM She/Her, Shadowclan Warrior, 12 moons old.
A slender white cat with lilac markings and dark blue eyes.
Mentored by Sablestar // mentoring none
Sibling to Fleafire, Monsterpaw and Saffronkit
Timberfrost x Oleander (Gen 3) / mated to none
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on Discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Grayflight]

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Grayflight watched, a sense of pride running through him, as the young warrior took the trinkets and decorated the stump. The light sparkles of the trinkets on the stump were subtle and delightful, and he could see a future where their warriors stood proud in the light of his Clan's treasures. To him now, that vision was clear in Stoatstream, her eyes alight at even this meager offering. Her joy was infectious, and his smile grew as she mentioned adding more to the stump. He was glad to have this camraderie.

"I agree," he mewed, standing beside her. "I'm, uh, well I'm glad you think it's nice. I've kinda worried sometimes that I'm too weird for collecting these little things! But maybe this can show the Clan that it's worthwhile to hunt more than just prey." He looked over the shinies, his fluffy tail twitching happily.

"I'm glad you're a Thief, Stoatstream. You've got an excellent eye for this sorta thing."

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BIO

ShadowClan Thief
60 moons || he/him
SPEECH || THOUGHTS