Open Camp Don't you wanna give me time to write || Favorite prey

[Fawnpaw]

Fawnpaw

Another Song for You?

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Fawnpaw's muscles hurt from all the excercise she had been put through, but the young apprentice did not complain. This was the price for getting better, for becoming the best, and she was willing to endure it. But it didn't mean she couldn't enjoy a nice meal now that she was back in camp!

Approaching the fresh-kill pile, she couldn't help but smile to herself - she had contributed to the pile today! Even if it was just a small shrew, now that it was leaf-bare, every piece of food counted. Even hers! She wasn't going to eat the rodent she had brought in, of course, that would kind of defeat the whole point of bringing it back - instead she looked through the pile for anything else she could snatch. A little yellow and blue bird caught her attention, not too big for her to feel like she'd be taking too much, but enough to fill her up.

Taking her prey to a quiet corner, she thought of her own hunt. It wasn't the easiest to master, but she's had practice - even before being assigned to Flickerdance. She had been taught by Boarthorn and Webfrost and Flickerdance, when Flickerdance was still just an apprentice. Even Copperstorm had taught her a few tricks. Soon, she would be hunting prey as big as pigeons!

Her mouth watered at the thought of pigeons, the meat just the perfect amount of stretchy with a taste like none other. Oh, she couldn't wait to be able to hunt them herself and share them with her sisters. She didn't even realise she'd quietly been humming "Mmm pigeons..." to herself, for anyone close enough to hear.

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[Echokit. Echokit. Echokit.'s icon]

SO WITH THIS BLADE TURNED TO SCYTHE, I RID A MIRACLE-
SLICE YOUR HEART, AND CALLUS YOUR LOVE

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Echokit

, He/Him / 6 moons /

Thunderclan - Kit

Long hair chocolate point cinnamon tortie with low white and vitiligo, has ice coloured eyes
Younger Sibling to SNOWCAP, GRACEBRINGER & BRIARFOX, Littermate to FRECKLEKIT & VICTORYKIT
A closed off and angry individual, not very talkative but generally snarky, jealous of those who are truly happy
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"Mrrhhp.."

Echokit- yes, still a kit for now at least- yawned and groggily made his way towards the freshkill pile, like clockwork as scheduled. He let elders, caregivers and other kits go first more often than not- he saw that as fair, and he liked that.

Plus, it allowed him to avoid any measure of argument that someone might pull in regards to getting a bite to eat. Echokit also liked to avoid that. Lucky for him, there would be no chance for such arguments. Those that needed to eat did so and as far as he knew everyone only took what they needed. Echokit eventually reached the freshkill pile and spotted Fawnkit- no, no, Fawnpaw, Echokit needed to remember that. It would be rude not to acknowledge her efforts even if she was a bit too high energy in Echokit's opinion. Waving a paw as greeting, he moved to check for something small to take from the freshkill pile.

He then heard her mutter something about pigeons. As far as he could tell, that was her favorite meal. Sadly the clans were bereft of such a thing right now.

"Bit of a bummer we don't have pigeons right now huh?"

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YOU PESTS WERE GIFTED FREE MINDS, BUT NO...
IT WAS NEVER ENOUGH

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[Fawnpaw]

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Fawnpaw had not realised she said that out loud, but to the sound of a familiar voice, she looked up and saw Echokit approaching. "O..oh yeah! But not to worry!" she puffed out her chest. "I will learn to hunt those soon as well and then I'll bring them all back!"

The spotted apprentice licked her lips at the thought, the tip of her tail twitching as she imagined sinking her fangs into the bird. Realistically, she knew she'd have to grow a bit still, for pigeons were a big bird, but she thought she could do it still. Catch one and bring it down.

Echokit was still standing there as she daydreamed, Fawnpaw realised, and stared at the soon-to-be-apprentice. "Do you have a favorite thing to eat, Echo?" she asked, trying to make conversation. Small-talk was better than awkward silence and Fawnpaw hated awkward silences.

"Mine is pigeon! Which..." she realised immediately, "...you already probably know." Fawnpaw giggled to herself as she finished her sentence. "I'm not very subtle about it, am I?"

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[Echokit. Echokit. Echokit.'s icon]

SO WITH THIS BLADE TURNED TO SCYTHE, I RID A MIRACLE-
SLICE YOUR HEART, AND CALLUS YOUR LOVE

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Echokit

, He/Him / 6 moons /

Thunderclan - Kit

Long hair chocolate point cinnamon tortie with low white and vitiligo, has ice coloured eyes
Younger Sibling to SNOWCAP, GRACEBRINGER & BRIARFOX, Littermate to FRECKLEKIT & VICTORYKIT
A closed off and angry individual, not very talkative but generally snarky, jealous of those who are truly happy
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Fawnpaw declared that she would learn to hunt pigeons and bring a bounty of them back. She was as eager, wanting to improve but seemingly without the threat of pressure as far as Echokit could tell. In a sense, Echokit wasn't worried. In part because Fawnpaw promised and she seemed like the type to keep promises and also in part because it was leafbare and there weren't any pigeons around to miss out on hunting.

"All of them? Quite the claim."

Just how many pigeons were there out in the world? A lot, surely.

Echokit was caught off guard when Fawnpaw asked him if he had a favorite thing to eat. Nobody had asked him this before, and he didn't really think about what could fit as an answer right away. With a bit of time to think about it, he came to his conclusion.

"I.. Don't mind chipmunks and squirrels?"

He wasn't sure if it was a basic or bland answer but he didn't really care either way- it was his choice of favorite just as pigeons were Fawnpaw's.

"Pfft, nah, not really."

Echokit gave an amused snort when Fawnpaw admitted she wasn't all too subtle about pigeons being a favorite food of hers.

"But so what? It's not like having a favorite thing to eat is bad."

Plus, it wasn't something Fawnpaw was being mean spirited about, so Echokit had no reason to judge.

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YOU PESTS WERE GIFTED FREE MINDS, BUT NO...
IT WAS NEVER ENOUGH

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[Faithkit]

FAITHKIT

A BOUQUET OF BRAMBLES

SHE/HERx THUNDERCLAN KITx 05 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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"Why do you like pigeons?" The question leaves you abruptly, tail swishing over the snow dusted ground. "They're cool but there's so many feathers" the thought of the texture makes you grimace, the way the feathers tickle your nostrils when trying to defeather it makes you want to sneeze just at the thought. Brushing your paw against your nose you shiver, trying to push the thought out of your mind. "Birds are nice, they're ticklish" you concede with a sigh, maybe they wouldn't be so bad if you asked someone to defeather them for you? Fawnpaw crosses your mind but it felt a little rude even by your standards to ask her to defeather a pigeon she can't eat. Chipmunks though, that sounded easier to deal with.

"Maybe Fawnpaw could catch you a squirrel?" In theory it sounded like an easy task, your gaze lingers on Echokit as you tilt your head ever so slightly. "You could maybe catch her a pigeon when you're older, too" you ignore the bitter envy that curls within your ribs. Under the belief that you'd never have the stamina to catch prey like they maybe could. "Or maybe you need to be a warrior to do that? I... think it might be hard to catch a pigeon?" You don't know how any of the birds that end up on the prey pile. Given that they can fly you imagine it must be really difficult to catch them, that might make it taste better or something.

 

[Webfrost]

WEBFROST
SHE/HER
12 MOONS
THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT

Webfrost chuckled as she approached the fresh-kill pile. She wouldn't soon forget her friend's favorite type of prey- after all, they'd practiced catching it together when Fawnpaw was still a kit.

And I was still an apprentice, she thought, almost fond of the simpler time. Maybe it wouldn't be long before Loonstar granted her an apprentice, especially if Fawnpaw excelled so early on and made mention of their training together.

"Pigeons can be difficult, but I think Fawnpaw's capable," the warrior commented. "She's had lots of practice." Webfrost nosed through the prey and selected a mouse - not her favorite thing to eat, but it would do.

"My favorite's snake," she commented drily, as if daring anyone to call her out on the bluff.

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[Victorypaw]

victorykit;

if you're gonna hit me, hit me harder

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Victorykit watched from the shadows, as she often did. She was biding her time until her apprenticeship, dedication her unlimited free time to lurking and absorbing whatever knowledge and gossip she could. Fawnpaw approached the freshkill pile and selected her meal, walking away while mumbling about pigeons. Of course she liked pigeon, everyone knew that. But then, of course, Echokit appeared. He had a knack for that, for interrupting Victorykit's perfectly fine days and making them bad. Then Faithkit appeared, then Webfrost. Victorykit knew little of Faithkit, only that she'd been very sickly. Perhaps it was cruel to pay so little attention to a kit who clearly needed the attention, but she liked to think she was valid in her preoccupation with her own... issues. Webfrost, however, was another friend of Fawnpaw. Or, just a friend of Fawnpaw, since she no longer considered Fawnpaw a friend.

But Webfrost was a warrior, and that appealed to Victorykit.

"Snake?"

Victorykit padded slowly from her darkened corner of camp.

"I love snake, it's my favorite,"

she mewed as she padded to Webfrost's side, the lie gliding from between her teeth before she could even register what she was saying. It was a pointless lie, one easy to call her out on - she'd never even had snake before. She was just trying to get under Fawnpaw's skin by connecting with Webfrost on something, an idle reminder to Fawnpaw that she still existed.

you better knock me out the first time

Victorykit

— thunderclan, 5 moons
— she/her
— chocolate tortie, white paws, green eyes

"speech"

, 'thoughts', action

 

[Fawnpaw]

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She had barely gotten a bite out of the bird she had brought to eat when suddenly she was surrounded by so many cats - Echokit was joined by Faithkit and then Webfrost joined in, followed closely by Victorykit. She wasn't sure about the former two, but the latter were her friends and she beamed up at them.

"I've never had snake!" Fawnpaw admitted. "Don't think I've ever seen one in the fresh-kill pile. Is it any good?"

Her attention turrned back to Faithkit and the question her peer had asked (though, was she truly a peer if Fawnpaw was an apprentice now while Faithkit was not?). "Have you ever eaten a pigeon?" she smirked, though not maliciously, just out of thinking the answer must have been obvious. "There is no better taste than pigeon! The feathers I don't mind, they make nice nest decoration once you're done with them."

The apprentice took another bite out of her bird, plucking a small yellow and gray feather out. "See this songbird? This feather is so small, easily blown away by someone's movement. But a pigeon has feathers far bigger and far prettier!" she gestured wildly to show the size of the feather, most likely exaggerating the size, but who was she to care? Everyone had come to join her, so surely they must have found her interesting at least somehow.

And she couldn't blame them of course - she was, after all, on a path to be the best warrior in all of ThunderClan, no, in all five clans. Her audience only proved this to her.

OOC: She's so self-centered lmao​

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[Echokit. Echokit. Echokit.'s icon]

SO WITH THIS BLADE TURNED TO SCYTHE, I RID A MIRACLE-
SLICE YOUR HEART, AND CALLUS YOUR LOVE

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Echokit

, He/Him / 6 moons /

Thunderclan - Kit

Long hair chocolate point cinnamon tortie with low white and vitiligo, has ice coloured eyes
Younger Sibling to SNOWCAP, GRACEBRINGER & BRIARFOX, Littermate to FRECKLEKIT & VICTORYKIT
A closed off and angry individual, not very talkative but generally snarky, jealous of those who are truly happy
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Echokit just sort of shrugged to what Faithkit had said.

"I dunno, nobody has to do anything for me or on my behalf specifically."

He never expected it, not of anyone, not for a long long time.

"We'd all be hunting for the whole clan anyway. I think it's better to look at it like that."

Echokit did his best to be inclusive, though his way of speaking could easily be mistaken for rigidity to those that didn't understand him so well. He didn't think it was strictly necessary to be a warrior to hunt birds, it was something that was taught. He had been given pointers and seen it done, so as far as he could tell it just took different skills. There's advantages and disadvantages to hunting any prey. Some are tougher, some can hide inside things and birds... Well they can fly.

"I'm sure you'll get the hang of it too, Faithkit."

Echokit nodded.

Webfrost stopped by, and made some comment on snake being their favorite. A.. Choice, certainly, but it wasn't something Echokit often saw in the freshkill pile, if at all. Echokit didn't think snake would be all that good, he preferred other scaly land critters- the ones with legs. He had no reason to comment on the snake conversation until he heard Victorykit speak up.

"Huh?"

Echokit looked at Victorykit, raising a brow with a slightly bewildered but scrutinizing look.

"What're you talking about? Juncos are your favorite, right next to weasels."

He said, calling her bluff immediately, though not out of malice or anything. Echokit just remembered details like that.

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YOU PESTS WERE GIFTED FREE MINDS, BUT NO...
IT WAS NEVER ENOUGH

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