Open Camp WindClan drama factory | gathering gossip

[SNAILPAW SNAILPAW]

SNAILPAW

"So." Maybe it's the absence of their clanmates, the lack of some of the usual chatter, but Snailpaw's voice feels like it rings through camp with a finality they're not expecting. They're one of the cats that had stayed behind, watching where the group had left for- they're not really sure what they're watching for.

Not that they're watching for anything, now- with the silence that follows, they duck their head down as they turn to look at their clanmates, expression shifting to something a bit more sheepish. "I was just- wondering." They begin, forcing their voice a bit quieter now that they don't have to try so hard to be hard.

"Do you think they're having fun out there?" Snailpaw's tone isn't exactly wistful- more genuinely curious than anything. "What do you think they're talking about?" And then, just like that, it's like a switch is flicked; Snailpaw lets the idea linger before a grin is stretching across their face.

"I think that the Shadowclan medicine cat and the Riverclan deputy are-" Are what? They falter for just a second, mind trying to come up with something.

"I think they're long lost siblings. And one of 'em only found out tonight."

They didn't actually, but what would some harmless gossip hurt?

 

[Finchkit Finchkit]

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Finch was doing what she did best, trying to hide the fact that she was chewing on a mossball. Meadow said it was a bad idea, but her teeth hurt, and her siblings were asleep, and she was soooo bored!!

But Snailpaw started talking from nearby. She looked up with a curious look as she scrunched her nose, trying to spit out the little bits of moss that had gotten caught in her mouth as she padded over, leaving behind the mauled ball of moss. The kitten flopped over next to the apprentice and listened, tail thumping against the ground.

"Uhmm. Maybe they're playing a big game've moss ball!" She squeaked, giggling at the idea of leaders batting around a moss ball between them. "Oooor maybe something boring like picking fleas off each other." Finch stuck out her tongue. She didn't know what grown-ups did, but it wasn't fair that they all got to go to meet other cats and she had to stay home! The kitten had promised not to approach any more big, smelly animals, so it would have been fine.

Snailpaw continued talking, and Finchkit let out a gasp of shock. "You really think so!" She stood up, craning her little head up to look at the apprentice with awe. "That'd be sooo cool to have family in 'nother clan." The tabby giggled, curling her tail around her paws.

She hummed, remembering the clan names and ranks and stuff, sticking her tongue out as she made a guess at what could have happened. "Well, IIII think a Skyclan warrior had a secret kitten an' they saw him for the first time again today- But, but they didn't KNOW that they were a secret Skyclan kitten and live in Thunderclan now!" Finchkit let out a burst of giggles, having no concept of gossip yet she was just having fun playing make believe with silly stories.

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  Finchkit
  ✦—Windclan kit | 2 moons
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  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A small creme tabby with a long bushy tail and wide owly eyes.
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  ⤷ Written by Phoenix ​

 

[Cricketpaw Cricketpaw]

'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance
A foxtrot above my head, a sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread

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Cricketpaw cast a comically horrified look at the mauled mossball, her good eye wide as she tilted her head. That poor ball… it hadn't stood a chance against Finchkit's unrelenting teeth. It wasn't the first mossball to meet such a tragic fate under her watch, but still.... It deserved respect. " Rest well, ye lost soul. " she spoke solemnly, dipping her head once in theatrical mourning before blinking and trotting over to Snailpaw and Finchkit. " A big game with the mossball? " she repeated, scrunching her nose. " Pfft, no! Absolutely not! I think all the grown-ups are being all serious-like, kissing up to the stars and stuff. " She giggled, shaking out her fur with a grin. " Kidding, kidding. I think they're just… talking? " Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial hum as she tilted her head.

" The ShadowClan medicine cat and the deputy of RiverClan? " Her eyes lit up. " Wait, do they look alike? What if they're long-lost brothers?! Maybe they were separated at birth and only just found each other! " She gasped and turned sharply to Finchkit. " A secret kit?! This is the good stuff, the juice! " With a dramatic flourish of her tail, she went on. " Or... or maybe a SkyClan kitten raised in ThunderClan, hiding in plain sight! What if they're already almost a warrior?! "

She nodded with mock-seriousness, lowering her voice like a true gossip-monger. " I'm telling you. There's a secret plot going on. "

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[WHISPERPAW]

Whisperpaw tilts his head to the side from where he was splayed out on the ground nearby. An ear twitching at the voice of Snailpaw, angling his head towards his fellow tunneler. A curious sound rumbles in his throat in confusion. He is interested! The pale feline pushes himself from the ground, shaking his whole body to get rid of the residue from his form.

He shrugs and gives up. Before trotting towards the the chatting forms of Snailpaw, Finchkit, and Cricketpaw, dust clinging to the ends of his pale coat. Mossball...? It lets out a snort at the idea of older cats playing a very biiiig game of mossball. The tunneler speaks towards the trio.

"Whisperpaw questions... What would the grown-ups even talk about?"

It tilts his head to the sky in thought.

"It agrees with Finchkit on the family part! It would enjoy the prospect of having family in another clan."

Rose - pink eyes sparkle in awe at the idea of family in another clan. But the downside of it would be... You probably wouldn't see them as much. Probably on partols maybe. Whisperpaw snaps out of it's thinking turning it's head to Cricketpaw chattering about a secret kit. It angles it's ears forwards.

"Whoa. A secret kit in Thunderclan..."

It whispers out. It adds nothing else to it's sentence as it listens to the younger apprentice went on. He lets out a stream of giggles along with Finchkit, but gor different reasons altogether. The gossiping is very silly not to laugh out.

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WHISPERPAW

╱ WINDCLAN APPRENTICE.​

a smaller-than-avarage petite albino feline, with flowing - like plush ivory fur upon it's bird - boned frame. paired with dusty, hues of pink sparkling with curiosity about the world around it. his tongue speaks upon riddles dripping from his maw, as the dust coat his paws.

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NONBINARY ; HE / IT ; CURRENTLY 10 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 3RD.

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questioning / single, not actively looking — mentoring none.

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thoughts ; "Speech, E7CCCC" ; attacks only

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may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted

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smells like water lilies & an undertone of wild strawberries

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— all opinions are ic

speaks in third-person. refers to himself as his name and the pronouns he uses.

— biography / @ on discord for plots
— penned by calzone