Open PAFP Prompt Camp Do you really bleed if it washes away? || Hawk in Camp

[Fawnkit]

Fawnkit

You Say You're Not Afraid to Die

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Fawnkit was bored, oh so bored. The sun was hidden behind clouds, the camp was near empty, with most everyone out on patrols, and most of her denmate peers sleeping. What was she to do?

She thought she heard something, a flutter, a soft sound on the wind. She looked up but could see nothing. No.. wait.. she saw a lone feather trailing down from the sky, descending slowly. A new toy! Fawnkit did not wonder where a feather had come from nor who it had belonged to before. All her attention was focused on this new object of interest, something that could be hers and only hers to play with, for she saw it first.

She shot up, racing to where she thought the feather would land, jumping over rocks and tufts of grass. She stopped just below it, stretching her paws out, hoping to reach it before it fell to the ground, her eyes focused only on this one feather. Had she been a little older, she would have noticed the shadow growing bigger and bigger around her. Had she been a little more experienced, she would have heard the swoosh of wings in the sky, quickly getting closer. Had she been a little more careful, she would have questioned the origin of this feather. But Fawnkit was just a young kitten and none of these things crossed her mind.

The feather was within her paw's reach and she grabbed it out from the sky, tail high, proud of the prey she had caught. What a big feather this was - she had never seen anything like it before! All the prey her clanmates had been bringing to camp has had feathers a lot smaller, merely the size of her paws, but this feather was bigger than she was! She could claim it as her own and bring it to her nest, sleeping next to it, a soft addition to her bedding.

Fawnkit would have fantasized about her new feather more, but something in the corner of her eye made her turn around - she immediatelly arched her back and hissed as she stared into hungry eyes of a bird she had never seen before - cold, menacing, desparate. The bird, bigger than most warriors, with talons sharper than claws and beak thick and curved, stared right at her. Every part of her body told her to run, but her paws stayed frozen to the ground as she shook, her new feather completely forgotten. Now all she knew was terror. Yet she couldn't move, transfixed by the eyes staring at her, getting closer and closer...

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[ASTERPAW]

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The dark chocolate tabby had been resting in the clearing with a mouse between his paws and he thinks about his meeting with Lavenderpaw, how they were supposed to meet up soon, and he wonders if she's thinking about it like he is... wishing for time to time to go by quicker. He leans down to take another bite of his mouse deciding that he should focus more on his training and becoming better than he is now especially if he wants to prove to the Riverclan girl that he's worth her time. He catches movement from the corner of his eye noting the feather that descends from the sky itself, how peculiar, and he's prepared to brush it off entirely until he notices the shadow that casts itself over Fawnkit.

The fur along his spine prickles as his eyes grow wide and his claws dig into the soil, his head tilting skywards to see what had trapped the feather; a hawk. He felt as if his heart was in his throat, he finds himself frozen in place as the bird of prey plummets in the direction of the tabby kit, and his stomach lurches as if he may lose his breakfast. It reminds him too much of the eagle that had been determined to take him with its talons and kill him... a hawk is smaller than an eagle but could be just as dangerous. He could feel the way that his heart thumps loudly within his chest, ringing in his ears, and how the world seemed to spin... he was going to be sick.

He finds himself to be a deer in headlights even if the danger isn't diving towards him and he blinks at Fawnkit knowing that if someone didn't act quick enough then she'd become a meal for the predatory bird. Asterpaw wants to scream for the kitten to run but he can't find his voice, too paralyzed by fear that it causes him to become mute in that moment, and he knows that if he doesn't act then he'd might as well die too for being a coward. Lavenderpaw wouldn't love a coward... she wouldn't dare waste another second on a sickly lowlife on him. His mother would be just as disappointed in him too...

It's then that the half-clan apprentice only realizes now that he's moving despite the wheeze that slips from him and his back paws push against the ground as he flings himself in the direction of both kitten and bird "F-Fawnkit!" His ivory paws pushing forward to attempt to shove the young molly from danger's way and twists so that he faces the hawk, its talons grazing at his side, and a pained yelp escapes from his jaws. Asterpaw frantically swipes out a paw with outstretched claws as he barely manages to graze them across feathers but its enough to separate them momentarily, he stumbles to stand in front of the ticked tabby, and can feel the warmth blossoming on his side.

Blood.

A ragged pant slips from the sickly apprentice's jaws as his fur sticks out in every direction and he attempts to make himself seem bigger despite the way that his limbs stumble in the slightest like some newborn fawn getting used to its long, gangly limbs.

CITY OF STARS; ARE YOU SHINING JUST FOR ME?

ASTERPAW

THUNDERCLAN APPRENTICE
TRANS MASC x HE/HIM/THEY/THEM​

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"speech", thoughts, attacking
a runty, longhaired chocolate tabby with clay toned eyes and low white. a sickly apprentice with small patches of fevercoat left over in his pelt, kitten fuzz, and fat that clings to him but is fading away to give way to a taller/more lanky build
sickly child of juniperstar and sablestar; littermate of dreampaw and magpiepaw; padding after lavenderpaw

asterpaw's an introverted apprentice that keeps to himself for the most part unless family's involved, he usually keeps his head low and eyes averted so he doesn't make direct eye contact. once, he actually gets to know someone is he more open towards them and can prove to be a devoted friend. once he's comfortable around other individuals, he tends to speak a lot more and sometimes over shares about himself without realizing it. he hates that he was born sickly but despite it, he tries to overcome it and pushes himself harder than any of the apprentices

 

[Fawnkit]

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Fawnkit has never feared much, always cheerful and energetic, looking at the bright side of things. But now she was convinced she was going to die. This bird would take her away and eat her and there was nothing she could do, for she was way too small and the bird in front of her way too big. She had become prey.

Suddenly terrible force crashed into her, her body thrown to the side. She barely heard someone yelling her name and as she looked up, she saw Asterpaw, scared and trembling, but here, staring up at the bird with teeth bared. Just then she noticed the ground beneath them turning red, a terrible gnash in Asterpaw's side. She had to go get help! She was of no use here, too small to fight off the predator or lend aid to the apprentice. Should she find a warrior? A medicine cat? No, the longer she kept trying to decide, the smaller chance Asterpaw had - she had to get someone and she had to get someone now.

Terrified, but no longer frozen to the ground, she ran, mind still foggy. Unsure of which den to look into, she instead bolted out of camp, hoping that someone was close enough to find her. Her lungs ached and her paws hurt, but she couldn't stop, couldn't fail the apprentice that had saved her. She had to save him back.

Fawnkit had never been outside camp before, it was not allowed, but she had to do it this time. She was in unfamiliar territory, with strange scents everywhere around her and sounds she could not indentify. But she thought she heard the sound of a cat and caught a whiff of a familiar scent. She turned to the direction of it, ears flat and her entire pelt ruffled.

And then she crashed. She crashed into a cat, one that seemed familiar, but she couldn't tell much more, for her exhaustion had finally caught up to her. She only managed to let out a whisper, "You have to save him...", before her world turned black and she collapsed at the cat's paws.

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[Snapdragonpaw Snapdragonpaw]

————————————— Everything must come to an end ✦

The dark pelted molly had been tasked with hunting on her own, something she was more than used to by then. She found these independence tests amusing, as if she hadn't lived alone successfully before arriving at Thunderclan, but if it meant she had some peace and quiet in this damn place, she would take the task gladly.

And now returning with a good haul of prey clutched in her jaws, she was steadying herself to deal with the hubub of the camp once more, maybe these cats would be respectful enough to let her get some midday shut eye before an evening patrol... But that was never going to happen for Snapdragon, because as she approached the entrance of the camp, her ears pricked. The sound of a scuffle?

Even before she could register anything, something thumped into her legs, collapsing at her paws. The apprentice was taken aback, only to see one of the little kittens she saw often sneaking out of the nursery shaking like a leaf, staring up at her with frightened eyes. She couldn't have said anything if she tried, as the scrap of fur shakily begged her to save him?...

Just over the scent of freshkill held in her maw, the scent hit her hard, blood and something else... Something sickeningly familiar. Her eyes widened as the realisation hit. It wasn't like Snapdragon had a stake in the clan, nor attachments outside of Cardinal, but in that moment, instinct was what took control of her mind.

Snapdragonpaw abandoned her prey outside the camp entrance. If push comes to shove, it'd go for that instead, even if it meant she would have to drag her ass back out to catch more prey. "C'mon then-" She stooped down and picked the kitten by the scruff, not willing to abandon her out of her if predators were swooping down.

She darted into camp, coming face to face with the sight of a hawk battering one of Juniperstar's little brats. He'd always seemed too soft, but she couldn't deny he was fighting like a fucking warrior against that thing. With the state of terror Fawnkit was in, she couldn't have been surprised if he had darted in trying to protect the little thing.

The apprentice tucked the kitten into the mouth of the nearest den, meeting her with narrowed eyes and a hissed command. "Don't leave until it's safe." It was harsh, but she would never forget the times when her own colony had been attacked by birds, the things swooping down looking for an unsuspecting kitten to rip to shreads, she wasn't about to have that put on her back if this kid decided to ignore her, so being harsh was the only way Snapdragon knew to get through her head.

Gritting her teeth, she recalled the training she'd had, from Hazelheart, from her colony, from sheer experience. The dark pelted apprentice darted to Asterpaw's side, grimacing a little at the blood. "Don't worry, I gotcha." She gave him a weak smile, which only faltered seeing the hawk swoop down again. It aimed for Aster, but Snapdragon was quick to pounce on the beast, trying to aim for its eyes but barely missing, still able to rake her claws down the side of its neck. The thing screeched indignantly, trying to writhe as its talons were able to nick her hind leg, Snapdragon hissing in pain. But seeing Aster wobbling, she knew he'd been struck hard.

As the bird rounded back into the air, but didn't make any sign of letting up, the apprentice called out as her fur soon on end, realising the two couldn't do this alone. "Asterpaw's hurt, a little help out here?" She hated relying on other cats for anything, but if she was going to live here, she wasn't gonna let the cats of this fucking clan go down that easy either.

————— You've already died twice,

you can still be replaced. —————

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  Snapdragonpaw
  ✦—Thunderclan Apprentice | 11 moons
  ✦—She/It/They
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired tortoiseshell with orange eyes.
  #c41515

 

[Thornkit]

Since Fawnkit had pulled her little stunt with the soaked moss, Thornkit had avoided her, regarded her with less-hidden distaste than he had before. She thought so highly of herself, thought she was better than him - the hypocrisy of such a thought was lost on Thornkit - she could go get stuck in another mud puddle. Still, that didn't mean he actually wanted her gone in any violent way; his own thoughts during the mud puddle incident had been startling, but instead of taking the time to reflect on them and do some introspection, Thornkit had pushed them aside and continued on with his life.

So when the large bird had swept down over Fawnkit's head, it had filled Thornkit with dread. Not particularly over the idea of losing Fawnkit to the hawk, but more over the idea that the bird could, potentially, find the she-kit as annoying as Thornkit did and go in search of other easy prey: namely, Thornkit himself, if only for his current diminutive size. Worse, it might seek out Faithkit, and that was something that Thorn could not, and would not, allow. He shrank back towards the mouth of the medicine cat's den, narrowed gaze set firmly on the scene playing out before him. Just when Thornkit was wondering if a warrior would come to see the cause of the commotion, one of the apprentices barrelled towards Fawnkit, apparently keen on taking on the large bird of prey by himself. Better the apprentice than him. Better the apprentice than his sister.

Though Thornkit had been absorbed by the sight of the apprentice grappling with the hawk, movement in the form of Fawnkit caught his attention, and he watched as the kit darted towards the exit. So much for not leaving camp at their age - and fleeing from a fight that she'd, essentially, instigated wasn't exactly an honorable move. Fawnkit wasn't gone long, though, and was returned and deposited by another apprentice, who was quick to enter the fray at the tabby's side. Thornkit continued to observe, committing their attacks to memory, before the tortoiseshell apprentice called out for assistance. He stared for a moment longer, before backing into the medicine cat's den.

"You're gonna be needed soon." Thornkit announced as he sought out Serpentberry. She was no warrior, but it was inevitable that the apprentices and whoever else decided to join them in beating back the hawk would have scratches that would need to be tended to in the aftermath, and that was her job.

mentioning @serpentberry

THORNKIT—he/him + 02 moons
ThunderClan kit
NPC ♡ NPC | adopted by Serpentberry
Brother to Falsekit, Faithkit
Mate to N/A | Father to N/A
Mentored by N/A | Mentoring N/A

penned by Archivist

 

[FALSEKIT]

Falsekit watched the altercation with the hawk and its prey from the comfort of the medicine cat den, their downy-furred head peering just beyond the ivy. He had cooped himself up in the strange walls of twining and twisting tendril, unwilling to exhaust himself with the arduous task of socialization. She had been content her own company - delighting in it, even - when shrieks of pain pealed through the air. Strangely, what captivated the child the most was the deft manner in which the raptor swooped down, as though it loomed upon them with a clear goal in mind. That look of determination, though they couldn't glean where the animal's eyes lie exactly... It also dwelled within the predator that claimed his mother that day. The child continued to watch, as though they existed as more of some omnipotent observer than anyone participating in the mortal world. An apprentice sacrificed themselves to save Fawnkit, a foolish recourse of fate's thread. The fawn tortoiseshell wondered just how high the hawk could carry Fawnkit, and they figured they could travel farther and farther into the great expanse of the sky, as if they were nothing but bodies twitching dimly against the light. A life for a life. They thought grimly, though they did not shirk away from the coldness of what budded in their mind. It was only logic, only truth. Their attention settled upon Asterpaw, as the talons grazed at their pelt, all in a bid to save one weaker than them. I guess Fawnkit deserves to be saved. But not my mother. Wonder why that is.

Eventually, when they knew it was safe for them to clamber out, they did so. With as much of a confident gait as toddling juvenile limbs could carry them with, Falsekit approached after his mother had, upon the shadow of their so-called caretaker. They tilted their head, thin whiskers twitching as they stared at Fawnkit's limp body. Is she... dead? Well, they could inquire about that later. Dead cats never got back up, after all. (To their narrow knowledge, at least.) Right now, a wet nose turned towards the newfound scent of blood and sweat, of struggle and strife. "Woah... That hawk did some damage on you. Because of the bleeding, that is." Monotonously, Falsekit's voice pierced gently through the growing crowd, as if a sea rolling maddeningly and without end. "Oh. Sorry. You're hurt. Are you okay?" They corrected themselves, though they now spoke as though they mimicked what they had heard from errant conversation, a mockingbird perched upon its throne of bark and bale. Although Falsekit adopted a more sympathetic tongue, their expression did not change, only lilting somewhere between inquisition and boredom.

SUNSHINE IS FAR, CLOUDS LINGER ON

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EVERYTHING I POSSESSED, NOW THEY ARE GONE

• OOC. IC OPINIONS! Falsekit is very uncharitable internally i am sorry
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  NOTE: This is a very loose reference until I can draw a more accurate reference. <3​
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  FALSEKIT & 02 MOONS

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  —— Agender / Any Pronouns & Gendered Terms
  —— Kitten of Thunderclan / Adopted by Serpentberry / Biological sibling to Faithkit & Thornkit
  —— A shorthaired fawn tortoiseshell with medium-high white and greyish-blue eyes. Walks with a confident, almost unassuming posture. Talks with a calm and collected voice, and one much too mature for their age.
  —— Outwardly, Falsekit is an affable and polite cat with natural charisma. Within the controlled walls of their own making, they are a skeptical and nihilistic soul, often going about in life in accordance to their own morbid curiosity.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

 

[Copperstorm]

You walk along the edge of danger
AND IT WILL CHANGE YOU

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The sight before him froze the blood in his veins. His heart lurched violently against his ribs, golden eyes widening in shock as his paws pounded the ground. The prey he'd dropped in camp moments ago was forgotten, utterly meaningless now. A hawk. A hawk was in camp. A snarl ripped through his throat as he broke into a sprint. Kits were scattering, shrill cries rising above the frantic beating of wings. Two apprentices, Asterpaw and Snapdragonpaw fought desperately beneath the shadow of its wings, claws flashing, teeth bared, but the bird was large, fierce, unrelenting.

He didn't think, he moved.

Copperstorm launched himself forward, his body colliding with the hawk's in a blur of fur and feathers. His jaws found flesh and he bit down hard, the copper tang of blood flooding his mouth as he wrenched the creature away from the apprentices. He caught a glimpse of Asterpaw's bleeding, Snapdragonpaw's eyes, and rage flared like fire in his chest. Not them. Not my clan. The hawk screamed and twisted, its wings thrashing violently. He felt the sting of talons raking across his shoulder, felt the sharp stab of its beak trying to pierce through his fur, but he held firm. His claws dug into the earth, anchoring himself as he snarled through gritted teeth. Then, with a violent jerk of his head, he threw the hawk. It hit the ground hard, skidding across the dirt in a flurry of feathers and dust. Blood dripped from its beak, its eyes wide and wild.

Copperstorm's own breath came ragged, chest heaving as he squared himself between the predator and his clanmates. Every muscle trembled with adrenaline. " Come on then... " he growled, voice low and dangerous, daring it to move again. But in the space of a heartbeat, just before he lunged again, something flickered through him. The sudden, startling awareness of what he'd done. How quickly he'd thrown himself into danger without thought, without hesitation. The realization that he would have gladly given his life for these cats.

It was both terrifying and humbling.

He steadied his stance, golden eyes locked on the hawk as he waited to see what choice it would make... Death, or retreat.

Speech, thoughts/emphasis

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[hazelheart hazelheart]

(🜲) asterpaw's cry is what alerts hazelheart to the situation. she scrambles out of the warriors' den, her nephew-in-law's blood heavy on the air. the sight before her is a horrifying one, as two young cats defend their smaller clanmate from a beast of a bird. cats shriek for serpentberry, and the molly's kits come running, which frightens hazelheart even more. she dashes into the clearing as copperstorm arrives, the storm guards fighting in unison. the chocolate tom slams into the bird, knocking it away from its prey. hazelheart lunges forth to chase it as it is thrown to the dirt. adrenaline floods her veins, fur bristling as she imagines little fawnkit soaring away in the creature's claws.

large paws strike out, punching at the hawk's golden wings, and it shrieks, hobbling away. square shouldered next to her fellow lead warrior, hazelheart growls low, baring her teeth. fuck off, she almost snarls, though the hawk does not speak her language. this bird dares to threaten her clan, her kin! it dares interrupt the most precious of clan life - their young. as they face off against the hawk, she prays that serpentberry is running to asterpaw and fawnkit's sides.

I NEED MY GOLDEN CROWN OF SORROW 🜲 MY BLOODY SWORD TO SWING

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  HAZELHEART 🜲 tags / toyhouse
  
  🜲 trans molly (she / her) / bisexual, widow of BRACKEN
  🜲 63 moons old, ages realistically
  🜲 storm guard of thunderclan
  🜲 mother to MAGNOLIAPEAK, HONEYSUCKLECRY, HYACINTHRAIN
  🜲 mentoring GRIZZLYPAW / mentored by none
  🜲 penned by LAVS / message lavendes on discord for plots!
  
  a stocky, medium-haired brown tabby with hazel eyes. this is a large cat with a rippling musculature. hazel's frame is wide and tall, shoulders broad, muzzle and eyes heavy in her skull. chestnut and chocolate fur swirl across her pelt, sliced through with tabby stripes of shadow. her eyes invoke images of a sweet summer's day, honey and brown mingling into a soft amber gold

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[FLICKERDANCE]

Flickerpaw is late.

She is never late to anything; when Magnoliapeak tells her to wake up early for a dawn patrol, Flickerpaw obeys. When Owlbark dishes out assignments for the day, Flickerpaw stands beside her Clanmates as soon as possible, as to not give them the chance to even look for her pelt amongst the crowd. Occassionally, when she is picked for Gatherings, she wraps up her duties just in time for her to depart with the others. She is punctual. Always has been, and always will be.

But today, somehow, she enters camp only by the time disaster has already struck. The iron tang of blood hits her nose already—and it comes from Asterpaw, not the prey she has locked within her own jaws—and so does realization. A frightened Fawnkit collides with Snapdragonpaw's leg.

Flickerpaw's eyes lock onto the hawk, like a bloodhound targeting its victim. How dare it? It has descended upon ThunderClan, right in its peaceful and secure home, and has caused havoc like it was nothing. All for the easy prey that Fawnkit or any of the other, defenseless kits would have provided. Flickerpaw remembers the discussion about birds and flight from the other day; how trivial it had seemed then, for them to ponder on the freedom that wings provide.

In a fit of rage, Flickerpaw realizes she doesn't want to just scare the hawk off. It'd be entirely more fitting to take its life right here and there, as if to make a statement.

She emerges next to Copperstorm in a blink. Her hackles are raised and her lips are drawn back in a horrible snarl, with every inch of her body poised to defend herself and her Clanmates. What an odd thought; they tend to annoy her to no end most of the time, but she still cannot idle by and watch as a bird of prey carries them off into the sky. What a cruel death it would be. What a stain on ThunderClan's legacy it would be.

"The wings!"

Flickerpaw screeches, her claws reaching for those deceivingly soft feathers. If they can just disarm it... if it can't flap around and change its position, then even its talons or beaks will not pose nearly as much of a threat as now.