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 ✦

• 
  Dewshine
  ✦—ThunderClan Warrior
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—Silver She Cat W/ Orange Eyes And Dark Stripe Along Her Tail
  #8f85c2

 

[sandpiperpaw's icon sandpiperpaw sandpiperpaw]

sandpiperpaw ── • * ✿

a

she could have been a poet

Her eyes, as amber as the sap from the forest trees, narrowed further. Anymore and her eyes would close, which might be for the best. Then, she wouldn't have to bare witness to the looks given her way.

"Don't patronise me." She snapped, pulling back from Dewshine quickly. Who was she? A bumbling kit? "I'm fine." She added quickly, just to make sure it was stated in the open. Because she was fine. There was nothing happening that would make her not fine. But, she did know how to make herself feel better. Her mother was just as much of a gossip as her daughter, it seemed.

"It's getting late, don't your owners get nervous when you're out too long?"

or, she could have been a fool

 

[thistlekit thistlekit]

"Hey, you should be nice to Dewshine, she's just helping you!" Thistlekit mews with a mixture of amusement and concern as they scamper over to the duo. Cerulean eyes bright as a cloudless sky focus first on Dewshine, appraising the warrior for hurt feelings (those were not allowed on their watch) before drifting to Sandpiperpaw. "Was that twig poking you or something? Because you are acting awfully prickly," they enquire with a crooked grin and quirked brow. It's a childish teasing – a little bit of poking a hibernating bear. But what could the apprentice do? She wouldn't dare snap at or harm the medicine cat's child, would she?

… would she?

 

[Dewshine's icon Dewshine Dewshine]

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

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It hurts, and for the briefest of moments a single twitch of the tail is all that gives Dewshine's true feelings away on Sandpiperpaw's retort. Instead the molly snorts, shaking her head with a frown. Thornstar had been understanding, and Copperstorm too of course but often it was the more negative cats that felt more vocal. Her mate's father had been more then just vocal about his opinion on kittypets; the scar along the length of her hind leg a permanent reminder of him and his opinion of her.

"My old twolegs are fine," She says coolly. "They will survive without me."

The silver molly is about to turn away when a small voice pipes up and Dewshine can't help but smile at who comes running. Thistlekit was always a delight, so kind and concerned for everyone. They'd make a great warrior one day, she was sure.

She finds herself leaning down to touch her nose to the kit's cheek in an affectionate gesture. (Since when had they gotten so big? It felt like only a moon ago she practically had to lay down to reach them like this.) "Some cats simply don't like help, Thistlekit, that was my mistake to help without asking. But thank you for coming to check on me, that was very kind of you~!"

The purr is cut short when Thistlekit makes a poorly timed attempt at teasing the irritable apprentice and Dewshine swiftly raises a paw to hide the faintest upward twitch of her lips. "Don't tease her now, Thistlekit. She's clearly not in the mood for anyone's jokes " Dewshine looks to Sandpiperpaw with a raised brow, tail swaying lazily behind her.

"Kits will be kits, I suppose..."

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── We Don't Need Them ✦

• 
  Dewshine
  ✦—ThunderClan Warrior
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—Silver She Cat W/ Orange Eyes And Dark Stripe Along Her Tail
  #8f85c2

 

[sandpiperpaw's icon sandpiperpaw sandpiperpaw]

sandpiperpaw ── • * ✿

a

she could have been a poet

A tail flick caught her attention, but it wasn't a giveaway, as her childhood still clung to her cheeks and fluffed her brain with cotton. She wasn't that observant, not yet at least, to understand the intent behind the movement. The snort drags her back to reality, breaking the train of thought she had going for her next retort. There was something about the clan, and thriving better,—buzzwords borrowed from her father's quiet comments—but she was presented with another face to weave into her words. Her ears flick with annoyance as the shrill, childish voice soured her ears.

Yes, she had been a kit two moons ago, but that didn't mean she couldn't find them horribly annoying.

Words festered in her throat, cut off once again—and probably for the best, her mother would kill her if she was dragged to her paws by an irate suck-up, blabbering on about how words hurt and that she ought to fix her attitude. They're just words, though. It's not like an insult could claw someone's side, or throw them in a lake.
"Don't encourage them." She snapped, surveying the kit with narrowed eyes. Their lame attempt at a joke did nothing to lift her cranky mood, and she doubted anything either of the two could say would.

Kits will be kits. Her lip twitched further to a grimace. She wasn't supposed to joke around when she was Thistlekit's age, and thanks to that she was on her way to becoming a model warrior (nevermind the curses mentally wished upon her mentor at any opportunity). Whatever. She was thinking about this way too deeply. Her eyes darted to the prey pile, as a twinge of hunger strummed in her stomach, then to Thistlekit.
"While you're here, make yourself useful and get me food." Sandpiperpaw commanded, with a tone of authority she certainly did not have. She paused, glancing at Dewshine from the corner of her eye. "And something for her." Not out of genuine kindness, but because a lecture would certainly be waiting for her and she hoped the sudden "kindness" was enough to delay it to never.

or, she could have been a fool

 

[hazelheart hazelheart]

(🜲) earthen eyes narrow from across camp as hazelheart observes the interaction, a slightly bemused look on her face. sandpiperpaw has always been rather prickly, and today does not seem to be an exception. dewshine, always the sweetheart, plucks a twig from the tabby and white girl's pelt and is met with a snappish response. as thistlekit patters over, hazelheart gets to her paws, following the boy towards the commotion in time to hear sandpiperpaw's demands of him. "the fresh kill pile is only tail lengths away," she murmurs, slightly scolding, but mostly gentle, kind. golden green eyes flash across the girl's form, curious. what is it that bothers the young one so? her home life, perhaps, with parents who are less then keen on her? or a difficult mentor... friendship troubles. ah, but it is not hazelheart's place to pry - she'll leave the therapizing to serpentberry, although, imagining her sharp tongued friend providing much emotional comfort is difficult.

"thistlekit, have you and the rest of the nursery eaten yet?" she blinks at him, smiling fondly. curling her tail gently around her paws, the storm guard flicks her ears.

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

• // " #b8a300"
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• HAZEL 🜲 SHE / HER, WARRIOR OF THUNDERCLAN. 58 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  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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[Magnoliapeak]

After her training session with Sandpiperpaw, Magnoliapeak had gone separate ways from her apprentice in an attempt to let her cool off. It had not been particularly productive, mostly due in part to Sandpiperpaw's propensity for becoming frustrated the moment she makes a mistake. It's only a small bump in the road to Magnoliapeak. While she is a harsh mentor, Sandpiperpaw has the grit and tenacity to learn under her. Of course, it's that same grit that makes her unable to mesh well with her clanmates, and Magnoliapeak is unsurprised to find that the younger molly is stirring up trouble when she pops back into camp.

Dewshine looks uncharacteristically uncomfortable while trying to usher Thistlekit (who she also finds annoying, so no fault there) away from Sandpiperpaw. She huffs and moves toward them, forgoing socializing and picking up some well-deserved prey after her long day instead.

"You'll have to forgive my apprentice," Magnoliapeak breaks in, hurrying to control the damage being caused by her sharp-tongued apprentice "We had a particularly difficult training session." She glances at Hazelheart, but avoids overt eye contact with her mother. She worries that she might think her daughter is a shoddy mentor for being unable to control Sandpiperpaw's behavior. Her newly-assigned apprentice is proving to be more challenging than she'd originally thought; she wants to do well, but is so easily tipped off and enraged. Magnoliapeak does well remaining level with her apprentice, but the same cannot be said for many of her clanmates. And in this case, she cannot blame them for having a kneejerk reaction to the harshness of Sandpiperpaw's words.

SPILL IT OPEN ❀ LET IT RUSH TO MY HEAD

• "speech"
  

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• MAGNOLIAPEAK she/her, thunderclan, twenty-three moons.
  ❀ shorthaired dilute tortoiseshell with amber eyes.
  ❀ mentored by her parents (informal), mentoring sandpiperpaw
  ❀ sister of hyacinthrain and honeysucklecry; daughter of hazelheart x bracken (rip)
  ❀ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline and tag when attacking pls!
  ❀ penned by carat / ccaarraatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots.