Open PAFP Prompt Camp TC Haven't I Suffered Enough? | ⸙. ݁₊ ⸙͎. ݁˖ 𓃟 . ݁𓍊. ݁ ݁𓃴 | Learning to stalk

[Fawnpaw]

Wait for Boarpaw to respond!

Fawnkit

Haven't I Suffered Enough?

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The camp is quiet today as Fawnkit wakes from her nap. Everyone is either out on a patrol or training, or working on their own thing. She scrunches her nose, I'm boooooooored! If only she was an apprentice already, then she could properly learn to fight or stalk her prey, but no, she has to stay at camp, with nothing to do and nowhere to explore. This sucks.

She paces around the camp, looking for something interesting to do, poking her head into every single den and turning each pebble around, just to see if there's anything under it. The stale air makes her want to sleep again, but even that activity seems boring to her. Instead, she wanders to the edge of camp, where the shrubs grow thicker, looks around to make sure no one is watching, and jumps through.

The branches scratch at her fur and the leaves obscure her vision, but she moves along the camp border, pretending like she is on a mission in enemy territory, determined to be unnoticed. She watches her clanmates, the few left in camp, smug at being able to see them, yet being unseen herself. How far can she get before being noticed? Maybe...- OH! Suddenly, her mission changes, for she notices a shiny beetle making its way across the grass. Now she can practice hunting, like a real apprentice!

She tries to mimic what she thinks the apprentices do, crouching low and slowly moving towards her target. She takes one step, two steps, three...- CRACK. Fawnkit steps on a twig, jumps away, startled by the noise, and turns around, only to see the beetle opening its elytra and flying away. "Darn it." she curses under her breath.

She would spend more time being cross with herself, but she notices a second beetle, not far from where the first one escaped her. She lowers her body once again, this time mindful of every twig around her. Once more, she takes her first step, second step, third...- WHAM. This time Fawnkit crashes head-first into a branch hanging just above her eyes and when her vision finally focuses again, the beetle is long gone. "Argh!" she growls to herself. She was too focused on the beetle and the ground and the twigs under her paws, she failed to notice something right in front of her!

"How am I meant to focus on so many things at once?!" she lashes her tail angrily, flexing her tiny claws in frustration. Grumbling to herself, she turns towards the camp, ready to go back. "This is stupid anyway. I'm gonna go take a nap."

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[Boarthorn Boarthorn]

————————————— The melody sings what the words can't say. ✦

The giant apprentice found himself some spare time to lounge about camp, comfortable for once under the warmth of the sun. He knew the brisk warmth of greenleaf would soon be snuffed out, so he only hoped to make the most of it before the cold season reared its ugly head.

But as he lay splayed against the ground of the hollow, his attention was caught by one of the new kittens in the clan. It seemed as if there had been an influx of tiny paws skittering about; it brought a smile to the toothy maw, remembering how it felt like not so long ago he was one of the little troublemakers. If he recalled that the tiny scrap of fur was Fawnkit, it seemed as if she was desperately trying to capture a shiny little beetle.

For a while, he just watched. There were many reasons why kittens weren't trained like apprentices; their little paws just don't have the coordination you need to stalk and pounce. Let alone the fact that she kept stumbling onto twigs or losing sight of her prey. As the tiny thing let out a groan of frustration, Boarpaw gave a warm chuckle, a smile catching about his tusks.

"Giving up stho easthy, Fawnkit?" He asked, tilting his head as his ears flopped to follow the movement, giving her a playful smile. The apprentice pushed himself to his paws with a small huff. There was a good reason he was curled up; the ache in his bones was damning that day, but he would grin and bear it as always. "You're never gonna learn if you give up."

He walked over to Fawnkit, a little daunted by just how tiny she was, but smiled down at her. "Focusthing on a bunch at once isth hard, but itsth sthomething you understhand over time." The grey apprentice scanned the area, eyes landing on a poor, unsuspecting snail not so far away. "You gotta learn with a target that ain't gonna run from you, so you can practisthe your sthtalking."

The apprentice crouched down, finally able to meet the gaze of the kitten with a tilt of the head, before turning to look ahead. "Understhtanding your own movements, being aware of where you put your paws, it'ths how you sthneak about!" Twigs and bits of wood were scattered about the camp from strong winds, and the trees were beginning to die out with leaf-fall approaching.

He reached out a huge paw and stepped lightly, finding a foothold amongst the bits scattered on the floor, approaching the evil and devious snail. Turning back to look at Fawnkit, he motioned the kitten to follow. Maybe a lead to follow would help her understand better.

——— You keep on grinnin'

and this world keeps nagging. ———

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  Boarpaw
  ✦—Thunderclan apprentice | 10 moons
  ✦—He/They
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired, dark grey tom with a prominent underbite and blue eyes.
  #AFBCC1

 

[Fawnpaw]

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Fawnkit stared up at the giant apprentice who stood before her. This cat was sooooo big! She hoped she would one day to be as big as Boarpaw, his size demanding both respect and fear. She gave herself a few embarrassed licks - was she being watched this entire time? No matter now, this apprentice seemed to promise to be her mentor for the day and Fawnkit was not letting such an opportunity pass! Especially not from such an imposing and kind cat...

She watched him carefully step between all the different kinds of debris on the ground, placing his big paws between sticks and leaves. She tried to follow his footsteps, but her legs were just too short! She had to figure out her own path - she couldn't step on the leaves for they would crunch, nor the rocks for they would make her pawpads hurt. She had to avoid the sticks, or else they would crack, and she needed to be mindful of the vines to not get her paws tangled in them. The only safe options were the dirt and pebbles.

Fawnkit chose a pretty, round pebble to place her paw on. Then she lifted her other leg and immediately regretted her decision, for the pebble slid right from under her paw and she fell face-first into the dust! She felt heat rise into her ears and quickly scrambled to her feet, so her mentor would not notice her failure. Now she knew pebbles weren't always a safe option either!

"Like this?" she finally asked, as she approached the snail without making any noise, only stepping silently onto the dirt and dust. "But how do I focus on all of this while my eyes are on my target?"

She hoped her question didn't sound too silly to Boarpaw, as she had already embarrassed herself more than enough today. Now her new goal was to impress the apprentice, and she puffed out her chest in confidence - right before slamming right into him! She had been too focused on her daydreaming to realize he had stopped walking and had instead turned to look at her...

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[serpentberry serpentberry]

The medicine cat lingers by her lover's den, enjoying how the sun loves to shine in this particular spot. She could spend the moments believing in divinity, how the stars burn to reach herself or Juniperstar's hide - but she also could simply exist in silence. It doesn't last long, not since before the colony she thinks. Her attention is easily captured by one thud followed by a second, the groan pitched only in a way a child would. Her tail sweeps to her side as she looks down, spying Fawnkit and now her new mentor, Boarpaw. It's always amusing how apprentices seem to guide kittens in the same way their teachers do them. Serpentberry, although not one oft to reminisce about simplicities, enjoys the cycle.

Her paws carry her downwards, but not towards the duo. Instead, she finds the medicine den and scoops out the kits inside - @FALSEKIT , @Thornkit , and @Faithkit should the tot feel up for it. "I want you each to spend time in the sun," she tells them, though she is obvious in her motion to Boarpaw, "Maybe learn a new skill. It'll be fun~!" The kits aren't the biggest fan of her, not yet anyways (as much as that hurts her feelings,) but that doesn't mean Serpentberry will begin ignoring them entirely... Well - she might, but at a later time. She's giving them chances in the very least.

 

[Thornkit]

If there was one thing that Stinger - Thornkit, as all the Clan cats were calling him now that Serpentberry had named him and his siblings, as if they hadn't already had perfectly good names before - could give the medicine cat credit for, it was that she allowed him and his siblings to stay together in the medicine cat's den. He knew that the rest of the kits, if they weren't sick or hurt, were all made to sleep in a separate den called the nursery, and regardless of whether Serpentberry was allowing him to stay with his siblings out of kindness or because she didn't want to deal with more fuss from them should they be separated, he could reluctantly appreciate the discretion. He had slowly been in the process of realizing that if he played along with this whole scheme, he might get more out of it in the long run: so Thornkit he was, for now. Playing the happy family with Serpentberry was a work in progress as he grappled with all the ire within him.

He frowned when the shadow of a cat eclipsed the light that filtered into the medicine cat's den, and he shifted closer to his sister, watching Serpentberry cautiously as she entered the den and prodded all three of them to their paws and out of the den again. She was quick to explain the action before Thornkit could get a word in otherwise to question or refute her, and his wary gaze drifted from Serpentberry to the duo that she was herding them towards. Thornkit recognized the kit as the one who'd attempted to interrogate him before, but the bigger one - and he was quite large - was another stranger, though most ThunderClanners still were at this stage. Thornkit pressed closer to his frail sister's body, and murmured under his breath to her and Falsekit, "That one might be dangerous."

Ushered forth by Serpentberry, Thornkit lifted his head and openly appraised the scene of the larger cat and Fawnkit in front of him. "What are you two doing?" He asked. He wasn't against learning a new skill, as Serpentberry had put it, but he wasn't going to waste his time on learning something that wouldn't benefit him in the long run. Fawnkit herself had said that unless they were apprentices, they weren't allowed to do any actual training.

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

 

[Webfrost]

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https://www․purrgatory.net/Plot_Twists/info?=Webpaw

Webpaw watched with mild interest as Boarpaw took on the role of teaching Fawnkit some stalking techniques. The rambunctious kit was far too energetic and childish for her to have the patience like Boarpaw did, but then... Serpentberry deposited the newest ThunderClan additions into the group. Certainly Boarpaw wouldn't be able to handle four mini-apprentices at once - it would be very warrior-like to help a Clanmate out, after all! She made her way over to the growing group, trying to look casual, and blinked slowly at the collective.

"Quite a lot of apprentices you have there," she mewed to Boarpaw, her tone slightly teasing. "Want to make this a bit of a competition?"

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ThunderClan Apprentice
9 moons || she/her
SPEECH || THOUGHTS​

 

[Faithkit]

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It's bright again, you had gotten used to not sticking your head out of the den you currently reside in with your family. And Serpentberry. Though you guess she's family now because she says so, she had named yourself and your brothers after all and who are you to refute such sound logic? Unlike Thornkit you had been quick to shed the skin of a former life and reach out towards the moniker of Faithkit with two paws outstretched. You're reconsidering calling her family as she pushes the lot of you out into the sunlight, a small but sharp cough is all the protest you can muster currently. "It's hot" you hear yourself complain in a muffled grumble, though in reality the weather was starting to become rather pleasant if not a touch cool. Everything runs hot currently but you found that your nose wasn't running as much anymore so surely something had to be going right. You're not left to wallow in dismay over the weather for long because the press of Thornkit against your side calls your attention. Whiskers twitch as you lift your head up, spindly tail bristling as you lightly bump your shoulder against his.

"You'll protect me, won't you?" If this cat is truly dangerous then surely you wouldn't be allowed outside. Much less to engage in activity with him, though you don't trust the bulky cat in front of you there is trust that your siblings could keep you safe. Should they not butt their heads over who gets the honour of keeping you safe that is. There is hesitance in your steps and you find yourself looking over your shoulder at Serpentberry in hopes to find someone else sitting there in her place. Seeking out her gaze to hold for a moment you turn your head back to the older cats talking and an attentive if not eager Fawnkit. "Competition" you meow the word quietly to yourself, it's a new one. One that you're eager to present to your false mother at a later point to pick apart her brain for meanings, you assume currently that it's a challenge of some sort. "I want to... compete" the decision is final really, once you make up your mind it can be hard to sway you differently.

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A BOUQUET OF BRAMBLES

SHE/HERx THUNDERCLAN KITx 02 MOONS​

☆ A sickly fawn cream tortoiseshell with low white
☆ Adopted child of Serpentberry, littermates with Falsekit and Thornkit
☆ penned by Juice↛ Ouijeejuice on discord

 

[hazelheart hazelheart]

(🜲) like serpentberry, the storm guard appreciates the stillness of the afternoon, the sunlight drifting in through webs of branches above to warm her fur. hazelheart rests after a long patrol, smoothing her tongue across her paws as she watches the world go by. golden eyes fix briefly on the lesson occurring in the middle of camp, where boarpaw guides fawnkit through her crouch. the tusked tom is doing a fairly good job at instructing the younger girl, encouraging her to keep trying rather than stomp off. amusement twitches the woman's whiskers as fawnkit slams headfirst into her tutor, throwing off her balance. "you're doing very well," hazelheart calls, raising her tail as she stands to approach.

"watch how boarpaw does it. you keep your eyes on the target, and focus your feeling on your paws," she doesn't really know how else to explain it without demonstrating, and she is enjoying giving boarpaw this time to practice mentorship. fogpaw approaches as serpentberry's littles cautiously sidle into the sun. "a competition would be fun," the storm guard flicks her tail. "so long as all involved know the moves. go on, boarpaw, show 'em."

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

• // " #8f4a00"
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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]

"Then compete we will,"

Flickerpaw declares, appearing beside the trio of Serpentberry's newest, and approaching Boarpaw and his new, too-young apprentice. She surprises herself whenever she feels this eager to join practice rounds like this; this is, after all, the very thing she does every single day. The road to perfection is seemingly never-ending. Still... there is never a wasted moment if you try to improve yourself—even if that means displaying your skill to a bunch of kits who either don't care yet or are already too excited to focus properly.

Flickerpaw nods, agreeing whole-heartedly with Hazelheart. As per Webpaw's suggestion, a competition would not be fair if not all parties involved are on the same page. It'd be easier... but wholly unrewarding.

"Yes, Boarpaw. Show them."

For once, Flickerpaw's voice is playful instead of stoic and unwelcoming. She turns her back to her fellow apprentice and feigns ignorance. He needs a target that won't move, as he put it—and that is something she can provide while she waits for all the kits to learn the rules.

 

[GINGERFLAME]

Next thing you know, he'll be assigned an apprentice as soon as he's a warrior. Not like it'll be much different from now. The cream tabby has been watching the apprentice for quite some time now. The last time he reprimanded the big apprentice for taking a kit to the Sunningrocks, but outside of that blunder... Boarpaw had always been happy to help teach kits and the kits seemed to love Boarpaw for it. Honestly, it was getting to a point where he believed that Boarpaw was a mentor for these kits already. By the time he got his own official apprentice he would find it easy since he's already been doing it to an extent. As for Gingerflame's own apprentice? The thought of them makes him grimace. They're... Not getting along, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that his apprentice was taught something. Even if they hissed at one another, if something was learned, then it was considered a victory.

Thankfully training was cancelled for the day. He didn't have to deal with them, and could instead watch as Fawnkit learned how to stalk something. The first attempt had been very poor, but that was to be expected. It was much more rare when a kit or freshly made apprentice excelled in something from the get go.

A crowd begins to gather and that is to be expected. Red eyes watch as falsekit, thornkit, and faithkit join. He wonders how Boarpaw would fair in teaching all four kits, until Webpaw shows up. A competition is proposed and of course everyone is for it, especially seeing as though there is no real harm in seeing who would be the better teacher and student. The competitive spirit has even drawn in Flickerpaw. In the end, all he can do is sigh and sit beside Hazelheart. "I wonder whose going to win this competition. You think they'll call a quits easily? Or will they go at it till the moon rises?" I hope not. None of us want to be kept up by children trying to settle who is the winner.

COAL TO DIAMOND ✩₊˚.⋆☾ 𓃦 ☽⋆⁺₊✧ SOLD TO FOOLS

• GINGERFLAME

  — forager of thunderclan
  🗡 21 moons — he/him — ages realistically on the 14th — mentoring cardinalpaw
  🗡 speech is "#F2935C" — thoughts are italics — attacks are underlined
  🗡 short haired cream tabby with vibrant red eyes
  🗡 peaceful & healing powerplay permitted — underline & tag when attacking
  🗡 penned by velou — kasaven on discord — open to plots & dms

 

[Cinderstep Cinderstep]

"I'll watch you guys compete!" Cinderpaw had been watching from the sidelines, curious of Fawnkit and watching his friend, Boarpaw, give advice to the kit. But as others popped up, making comments and giving their own advice, he started to feel somewhat left out. He knew how to do all of this! But teaching another? Nah. That wasn't his forte. But neither was judging a competition. Maybe he could compete? Maybe he would. "... Actually, I want in on the fun." There wasn't any harm in working on a hunting crouch... and showing off to the kits how to do it. They'd get somewhat of a head start on training this way.

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CINDERPAW he/him, thunderclan apprentice, 13 moons old.
a sh black-red tortie w low white and green eyes. he has a shorter build with a long tail and tufted ears, long lashes surrounding his eyes.
mentored by none // mentoring none
littermate to none
NPC x NPC / father/mother to none / mated to none
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by doc ↛ m0dernd0c on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[FALSEPAW]

Needle - or Falsekit, as they were so deemed - utterly hated the saccharine and mawkish tone that Serpentberry adopted around them. Their real mother never spoke to them in such a way, as if they were a bumbling fool who needed her to drag them along to each little activity. They did not fight against the medicine cat (or so they deemed her), instead reluctantly following her smooth movements without the same sweetened cadence. The fawn tortoiseshell clung closely to their siblings, as though the soil to an object unearthed, something to be brushed and swept away. Still, they would hold fast to the only remainders of former normalcy - they had little else in this world of Thunderclan. As Thornkit pointed out the sharp-toothed, larger one in particular, the fawn tortoiseshell felt their fur begin to stand upon its place. That, of course, paled in comparison to how Thornkit murmured to their sickly sister. "I'll protect you, too..." Jealousy twinged at the little child's words, like venom setting into their tongue, bleeding into naive verse. He snorted lightly at Thornkit, as if to quickly communicate his distaste. It wasn't like Thornkit was needed in their family, anyhow. Faithkit still had Falsekit, didn't she? That was more than enough, the child surmised.

Falsekit tilted their head to the side at what the unfamiliar cats were doing, as it looked like they were crouching and moving towards a slowly-crawling snail. Thornkit brazenly asked them what they were doing, but the sleek-pelted kitten did not rush forth so recklessly and curiously. He supposed they were learning a new skill, as Serpentberry so aptly put it. But what skill were they learning? "Competition...?" The new syllables rolled along the motions of his maw, as though he aimed to appraise or grade it, a stone whose value came from its song and not its shimmer. Greyish-blue eyes, like a leaf-bare's unforgiving sky, darted from Fawnkit to Boarpaw to each of the other strange faces that polluted the space around them. One ear flicked towards Faithkit as she declared her wish to compete. The white-spotted child had been tempted to tell Faithkit to remain in the audience, to not overexert herself... But he wanted to see her happy. He wanted her to have fun, likely for the first time since they had arrived to this wretched place. So, they bit their lashing tongue. "What are the rules...? Every game needs rules." Falsekit piped up, as though no fear leveled their innocuous voice, raised to the might of men and monsters alike. Even the kit-games that they played before Thunderclan had rules, like the conditions of victory and the grounds for disqualification. If the game was fair, then Falsekit would humor them, and figure out how to do what they had been doing before. Stal-king.

SUNSHINE IS FAR, CLOUDS LINGER ON

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EVERYTHING I POSSESSED, NOW THEY ARE GONE

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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.

 

[Boarthorn Boarthorn]

————————————— The melody sings what the words can't say. ✦

The apprentice stifled a light-hearted chuckle. It was inevitable for a kitten to stumble, but Fawnkit didn't need her spirit to be broken when she was trying so hard. "That'ths a good sthtart!" He smiled warmly, tilting his head to peer at her, worried a little if she might have hurt herself in her tumble, but it seemed the only thing injured was her pride. "I wisth it was that easthy, but you just gotta practice." He chuckled, sheepishly, standing as he continued to talk. "There'ths a lot to sthee, and it'ths sthuper hard to focusth, but when you grow, you truthst your insthincths more." Boarpaw crinkled his expression slightly. It was always so much harder to verbally explain things when he tripped over his own words. he had been taught to love everything about himself, but these tusks were more than annoying to deal with some days.

But, as he looked around, his expression froze a little as Serpentberry nudged her kittens towards him, four tiny eyes staring up at him. "O-oh, okay! Y-yeah I can sthow them all together." The apprentice tried to stay steadfast, but he was very suddenly outnumbered by kittens, a daunting thing. They were so small and new to the clan, and he trusted himself to be careful, but the nervousness of tripping over a tiny little kitten raced through his mind. Thornkit peered up at him, staring incredulously. "Oh! We're practisthing sthtalking, it's good for anyone to learn, even kittens." He smiled, stepping back a little to motion to the debris field. It was Webpaw coming to investigate that seemed to strike the attention of the kittens.

"Oh! A competition, that'ths a great idea Webpaw!" At that, Faithkit piped up too; she seemed to have been the most sickly of the three, so her chipping in did make the apprentice beam. "You can all have a try, let me just..." His voice trailed off, trying to decide how to make the whole thing more interesting to a bunch of kittens...

Though it seemed his gaggle of apprentices his own had earned the interest of more of his clanmates, Boarpaw froze a little, but his face moulded in pride as Hazelheart praised them all. Maybe he was good at this whole teaching thing? His tail absently thumped behind him, especially as Flickerpaw and Cinderpaw decided to help too. Suddenly, the bundle of kittens seemed all the more manageable.

Falsekit chipped in too, rules... Rules! "Right! Uhm. Okay, everyone listhen!" Boarpaw stood suddenly, speaking above the rest of the suddenly formed crowd. "Thisth is how it'ths gonna go!" Boarpaw marched to the edge of the camp, where some fallen branches had ended up in the quarry, grabbed them and brought them back to the area they had ended up. He would clean it all later; he had taken to brushing up the campgrounds with a good big stick so he wouldn't get stabbed in the paws.

With his tusks, he easily stripped the branch of twigs and leaves, scattering them to make a patch of the camp where one wrong step would make a rustling noise. "This is like the territory! Mesthy, full of leavesth and full of biiiig bad wolves." Boarpaw rejoined the group, satisfied that everything was adequately messy.

"Now, I sthowed Fawn, but you have to sthtay low, and watch your sthurroundings not to make any noise." Just as he had once before, he carefully stepped through the debris field, even with such huge paws and not particularly elegant seeming, Boarpaw had grown adept in his stalking training as a ranger. It took him barely any time to reach the end, but his larger strides made it far quicker than it'd take the kittens. "Now, remember the wolves I mentioned?" He cocked his head as he sat down with a huff. "I'm the big bad wolf!" He grinned, showing his tusks, before remembering this was a kitten competition. " Or, uh- for the game, that is!" The apprentice chuckled sheepishly.

He then flopped on the ground, eye level with the kitten. "Now, all you've gotta do is get across without the big bad wolf seeing or hearing you! Cause-" He stuck out his tongue for a second, looking around, before his sight fell on a blue feather nearby. He reached out and snatched it up, placing it in front of him. "You're stealing the wolf's prey! So if you make any noise and wake him up and he sees you uhh-" He looked up to the other apprentices with a grin. "Then the other wolves will get you!" Boarpaw bounded up, crouching playfully. It was part game, part competition and some small part life lesson. It wasn't like they would steal from a wolf in their apprenticeship, but knowing how to sneak away during danger would serve them well.

"Well, are you all ready?" The tom hummed, settling back where he lay and closing his eyes.

——— You keep on grinnin'

and this world keeps nagging. ———

• SUPER late reply, but guess what losers y'all are stuck in a MINIGAME!!!!!! WITH A PRIZE :O
  
  Rules are as Boar said, sneak through the leaves and make no sound, if you do and you're still moving then you're OUT!!
  To not make any noise you gotta roll above a 12 on a d20 twice! Once to cross and again to get back with the feather.
  If you roll below a 12, then we both roll a d20 and if I get a higher roll then you are OUT!
  
  The prize is one (1) feather for your little guy's inventory cause I love the addition, several people can win so this is NOT a [i gotta kick someone to win] this is an opportunity for your little guy to get a fun little headstart on their training and a fun little game :3 (Prizes are only for the kittens, or I will go broke, but apprentices or warriors can join if they REALLY want)
  
  Tagging: @Fawnkit @Thornkit @FALSEKIT @Faithkit @Cinderstep @Webpaw @FLICKERDANCE but anyone else can join me reviving this thread cause it took me forever to get back to this FGHJKL but, remember, this happened september 10th, so keep it in mind when interacting!
• 
  Boarpaw
  ✦—Thunderclan apprentice | 10 moons
  ✦—He/They
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired, dark grey tom with a prominent underbite and blue eyes.
  #AFBCC1

 

[Fawnpaw]

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A competition? Fawnkit could do a competition.

Of course, at first she felt annoyed because she was just practicing by herself, then she thought she'd have some one-on-one training with Boarpaw and now....so many cats around her, Fawnkit hoped none of them saw her previous attempts and failures... Boarpaw had explained the basics to her and now she was meant to compete. Well, who knows if the other kittens have had a Boarpaw lesson beforehand, unlike them, Fawnkit might actually have learned some useful tips!

"Alright, Boarpaw!" she grinned at the apprentice, mischief glinting in her eyes. "Or should I say big bad wolf?" Fawnkit couldn't contain her giggle as she said that, for Boarpaw might have been huge, but their eyes were ever so kind. Fawnkit couldn't see them as anything close to an evil wolf.

She studied the layout of the 'territory' she was meant to cross, the scattered leaves and twigs making it a treacherous task, for Fawnkit knew how hard it was to focus on everything at once. Especially for someone as young as her. As everyone got into position, the kittens on one side of the territory, with Boarpaw closing their eyes on the other edge, Fawnkit felt ready. Her whiskers twitched and her tail flicked in eagerness to prove herself.

The start was easy enough, all she needed to do was avoid stepping on the leaves - or so she thought. What she didn't consider was the other kittens, getting in the way of where she wanted to step, making her need to choose other routes. She slowed down a bit, going rather for accuracy than speed. She avoided one crunchy leaf after another, making sure not to step on them.

But with all this concentration, she failed to focus on her hind paws. Looking where she needed to step was one thing, but her hind paws required instinct, ones Fawnkit hadn't developed yet. Not until she felt her hind paw brush against a leaf, threatening to crunch under her. The faintest sound escaped it, though she didn't put her paw down, and she froze. One heartbeat passed, then another. It seemed she was the only one to notice the slight crunch and she sighed a breath of relief, ready to move on.

That was a valuable lesson for Fawnkit - placing her hind paws where the front ones have already been. That way, she wouldn't need to focus on avoiding twigs and leaves she couldn't see, for she had already tested those spots. She nodded to herself as she neared Boarpaw.

Just a few more steps....one....two...three...aaaand- she did it! She crossed the path and now she could claim her prize! In all her joy, she whisked the feather away from the apprentice and didn't focus on anything else, until her tail brushed against Boarpaw. She froze as the apprentice opened their eyes, staring at her. She dared not move, holding her breath, looking in front of herself and only seeing Boarpaw from the edge of her vision. She waited and waited until the blue hues of his eyes disappeared as Boarpaw closed them once again and only then did she breathe out and sprinted away with her feather, proudly holding it in her jaws.

With the task successfully completed, Fawnkit winked at Webpaw and Flickerpaw, hoping the other apprentices were as proud as she felt.


OOC: Rolled a 12 first and then a 3. Dice battle with Pheo - Pheo rolled an 8 and i rolled 13

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Alright, she had to admit that Boarpaw's idea was pretty damn clever! Webpaw helped to pull some of the leaves and bark into the "messy camp" and then stepped back to watch the kits attempt to steal the feathers from their wolfish antagonist.

Fawnkit was first, and Webpaw's secret (or, not so secret), depending on who you asked, favorite of the Clan's kits managed to succeed on the little competition. The apprentice caught the kit's eyes and gave her a little nod of approval. However, Webpaw was, of course, a bit of a shit-stirrer, and so she mewed across the space to Boarpaw.

"You're gonna need to step it up, Boarpaw! We've already got one kit stealing your food, wolfie!"

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ThunderClan Apprentice
10 moons || she/her
SPEECH || THOUGHTS​