Open Camp DID A TRIPLE TAKE [ sneaking in ]

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This thread takes place inside the clan's camp.

lavenderpaw

are you shining just for me?
RiverClan
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Freshkill
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Lavenderpaw doesn't know how she let time get away from her. She spent the night - moon, stars, and all - just talking to that ThunderClan-ShadowClan boy. About anything, too - they meandered about the shapes in the skies, the rolling clouds, the difference in prey, trees, grass... She got him to step into the shallows for a few moments, too. It seemed as if they were doing anything to continue spending time together, yet before they knew it, the sky began to lighten. Lavenderpaw recalled with a ruffled pelt that Frostmoth intended for them to take dawn patrol. And yet, here she was as dawn approaches. She doesn't quite recall the goodbye she gave Asterpaw - only that she raced back atop the dry stepping stones and rushed home once again.

Her paws skip across the smaller stream that designates the start of their camp, butterfly wings daintily clamped between her teeth. The dens have begun to stir, some warriors already having departed from their nests. She cringes as she skirts around them, desperately trying to sneak and avoid suspicion...

[ any cat can stop & interrogate her :3 ]
 
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Late to sleep, early to rise. Frostmoth is, as per usual, ahead of the majority of RiverClan when he emerges from his den with the very beginnings of morning light. This is the best time of day, when dawn has not yet broken but the birds still sing while the dew has not yet been singed by the sun. Dawn comes quickly, though. And Frostmoth waits patiently as he begins to gather his patrol and give out daily duties. It had not gone unnoticed that Lavenderpaw had not yet emerged from the apprentices' den. Unusual for the enthusiastic apprentice. Frostmoth flicks an ear thoughtfully. Perhaps she isn't feeling well...? He casts a glance toward Jinglemoon's den, thinking whether it might be overkill to go ahead and send for the medicine cat. Frostmoth scuffles his paws, as if telling himself not to. He does not want to appear overbearing. Some mentor he would be to cast concern over an apprentice who is likely just sleeping in, and worse to disturb their medicine cat over nothing.

A small splash has the deputy glancing over his shoulder with wide eyes. He is certain he hadn't seen anyone leave camp yet, unless they had been even earlier to get up than him. He grimaces, and parts his jaws to smell the air just in case there is an intruder. Yet there isn't much to be said about the scents that are carried over the stream. Movement nearby has Frostmoth's gaze snapping in another direction, nearly giving him whiplash. The blue coat of Lavenderpaw is quickly recognized, and Frostmoth frowns in confusion. Maybe if he hadn't already been here she would have been able to slip back into the apprentices' den without being noticed. Unfortunate.

"Lavenderpaw...!" he half-hisses, half-whispers, voice carried by a morning breeze that tugs at his long coat. His eyes narrow. Is she carrying butterfly wings? What sort of butterfly flutters at night? Frostmoth's eyes narrow, but he does not desire to wake up the whole camp over his suspicion. The bicolor strides toward his apprentice. "You look like you haven't slept," Frostmoth comments, voice fraught with alarm "Where were you so early? Why aren't you resting?" As far as he is concerned, he doesn't care if his apprentice wants to be the earliest bird to catch the worm, but the behavior seems awfully... Out of place.

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() similarly to the deputy, willowburn rises early. it had been a fact of the matter that in the shipyard, the early risers were luckier in their hunting. the feline has not managed to break this habit. she often sits by frostmoth on such days, the two basking in early leaf-fall sun before the rest of camp wakes. today, however, she finds herself too comfortable to move from her nest in the nursery. the kits curl amongst themselves and she's woven her way around them. their warmth is a blanket on its own, one that clings to her, begs her not to leave. however, as dawn peeks into camp, the woman will rise, carefully nudging her sleeping charges before she slips from the den.

frostmoth's hiss is noted by the smoke feline, sharp green eyes falling upon the guilty looking frame of lavenderpaw. her niece looks caught in some act, butterfly wings clutched in her jaws, while her mentor lashes his tail, suspicious. waves below... the queen approaches, flicking her tail against the black and white deputy's shoulder. "thanks again, lavvie," putting on a cheerful tone, willowburn nods to her niece. that's on me, frost," she murmurs. "the kits were restless, and lavvie was watching the sunrise, so i asked her to fetch some water soaked moss for them. she was just disposing of it."

as far as she knows, frostmoth has little awareness for the politics of the nursery, and an apprentice being asked to bring a queen some moss is not out of the ordinary. it helps that willowburn is... gifted in the art of a white lie. a glance is shot her niece's way, fern hued eyes flashing as if to say i saved your tail... you'll explain later. "did you find those butterfly wings out by the stream, lavenderpaw?" stifling a yawn, willowburn nods towards the apprentices' den. "you'd better stash them in your nest before you head out for dawn patrol."


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    genderfluid (she / they) / lesbian, mate of none
    35 moons old, ages realistically
    warrior of riverclan
    sibling to SMOKEWREATH
    adoptive mother to BLOOMKIT, RUMBLEKIT, CLOUDKIT, BUCKKIT
    mentoring CRESCENTPAW, BEEPAW / mentored by none
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    a lithe black smoke feline with ghost striping and leaf green eyes. long smoky fur dashed through with grey and white adorns her frame, sliced across by darker stripes that frame her face and legs. eyes like sage, brilliantly green, gaze with an intelligent look. she is scarred across the bridge of her angular nose.
 
Lavenderpaw cringes as her name is given to the wind by a less-than-happy voice. Teeth grit together as her jaw tenses, her teeth nearly piercing through the delicate membrane of the butterfly wings. She looks over her shoulder, finding Frostmoth striding towards her. He's still blinking sleep from his eyes and, naively, the young apprentice believes this to be an opportunity of sorts to fool him. She tries to think quickly on her paws, some elaborate lie about the river swelling and needing to be out of camp to somehow fix it -

- yet, it seems that her lack of sleep has made her slow to the draw. Lavenderpaw is almost numb to the slow, dumb blinks she gives Frostmoth at first. It is by pure chance that Willowburn saves her from whatever embarrassment this was leading to be, as the older molly links together an easy-to-understand tall tale about moss and kits. The blue furred apprentice nods along, understanding the rouse after a few beats. When her aunt mentions the wings (yet after her fern-eyes shift dangerously towards her, the subtle, 'you owe me,' not so subtle in practice,) Lavenderpaw nods slightly. "Yeah - I thought they'd be easier to carry without the body, is all." She'd neglect that her paws are not so skilled to quickly tear wings from thorax. She hopes they're all a little too sleepy to discern that detail.

At Willowburn's instruction, the apprentice nods and looks towards Frostmoth, waiting for his dismissal, too.