Open Camp dump her on a doorstep, girl / intro

[sandpiperpaw's icon sandpiperpaw sandpiperpaw]

sandpiperpaw ── • * ✿

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she could have been a poet

Spurred by nothing else than the snapping annoyance, Sandpiperpaw stalks through the camp like she has somewhere to be. Except, she really didn't.

The evening was dipping into its warm orange hues, and she had finished her training with less-than-stellar results. She was ready to clean her messy pelt, leer at those around her, bite down a meal and curl up in her nest. Where others would laugh over a shared hare, as they untangled the fur of their friends and clanmates, Sandpiperpaw would sit alone, with an expression as sour as she felt.

She twists her body around, baring teeth and reaching for whatever twig and leaf made home in her otherwise perfect pelt. When her neck craned as far as it could, and she still couldn't reach a small twig that had been pestering her all day, Sandpiperpaw let out a low growl. She twisted in the other direction, and still nothing.
Frustration budded in her heart, slotting perfectly beside her ever-persistant annoyance. Eyes had turned to her now, she could feel them hot on her pelt. They were laughing at her. She could feel it.

or, she could have been a fool

 

[Dewshine's icon Dewshine Dewshine]

⋆˚✧˖° Come On, Come On, We Can Go Away

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Dewshine watched quietly from her lounging in the waning sunlight, Sandpiperpaw had come back into camp with tail lashing and looking ready to chew out anyone who dared to so much as look at her. So the silver she cat watched with half-lidded eyes, curiousity winning out over minding her own business. Some kittypet tendencies had never quite faded, it seemed.

It's when the apprentice growls and attempts a third time to no avail, that she lets out a soft chuckle before rising to her paws with a stretch to make her way towards her.

"Here Sandpiperpaw," Dewshine murmurs, orange eyes alight with amusement and sympathy. "Let me get that for you. " A claw deftly plucks the twig from the apprentice's fur and flicks it away. Grooming was an annoying affair with all of the undervrush in their home, Dewshine couldn't blame her for being frustrated.

Still...it seemed Sandpiperpaw was frustrated over more than just being unable to reach an unruly twig in her fur. The warrior quietly tucks her tail around her paws, looking to the younger she cat with a small amount of concern. "Is something wrong, have a rough patrol? You can tell me if you want, you might feel a bit better if you do."

Whether she did or not, only Sandpiperpaw knew.

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── We Don't Need Them ✦

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  Dewshine
  ✦—ThunderClan Warrior
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—Silver She Cat W/ Orange Eyes And Dark Stripe Along Her Tail
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