PAFP Camp WC i'm like your shadow // bothering an apprentice

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This thread takes place inside the clan's camp.
Branchkit
Branchkit

Branchkit Branchkit

only a devil on my shoulder
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BRANCHKIT
SHE/HER
3 MOONS
WINDCLAN KIT

PENNED BY PLOT_TWISTS

There was a new face in the den sometimes.

He brought Momma and the rest of them new soft green stuff for the nests, and it smelled really nice! Even with the rain.

He didn't talk much, but neither did Branchkit. Sometimes there was a look on his face like there was a burr in his pelt. Well, a lot of the time. Maybe he wanted to be doing other things instead of bringing them the green stuff.

After Talon had finished dropping off the newest nest stuff for Momma, Branchkit stayed quiet. Patient, she waited until Momma was busy fixing the nest, and then she slipped out of the den. She padded quietly after him, sticking to the shadows, curious.

Who was this new face? What sort of things did he do?

Branchkit, quiet and shadowed, intended to find out.
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OOC:
Tagging @Talon

Please wait for Talon's response before joining in!
 
Meadowpaw was needing a lot of help lately. Every couple of days, she would have him lugging moss through camp to the different dens, refreshing nests that was worn, and dragging the old nesting back across camp. He could feel the soreness in his muscles, so really, he didn't mind it. The walking, the moving, it helped.

The part he hated, however, was one that he had to pull ticks from the elders. He was glad it was not today, at least so that Merrystalk could train with him. But he couldn't decline, not when she looked at him like that. So he would agree, reluctantly. Besides... Maybe he was fine sitting with the elders for a bit. They didn't require him to talk, and he would listen to their stories with perked ears- or listen to their petty arguments with a blank stare.

He only dipped his head when the queen thanked him for bringing the new nesting, pulling the large pile out before beginning to break it up to carry where it needed to go. Talon hadn't even noticed the small body following him, the side the child was on was after all his blind side. And in camp, Talon didn't feel the extreme urge to look around as much as he used to. So he moved forward in his casual stride, tail dragging behind him and steps still cautious though, still careful.
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Talon he/him, windclan 8 moons old.
 black tabby with dark greyish brown undercoat and white underbelly. white crest on chest, and scars lining left side of face, blinding his right eye. icey blue eyes and white that is slowly starting to streak his features. Back scars non-existent for now.
mentored by Merrystalk // mentoring none
littermate to none
NPC x NPC / father/mother to none / mated to none
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by Deidre ↛ deidre on discord, feel free to dm for plots. Art by PurpleCandyCorn.
 
BRANCHKIT
SHE/HER
3 MOONS
WINDCLAN KIT

PENNED BY PLOT_TWISTS

Branchkit followed. Her little pawsteps were quiet, her body not only hidden from Talon's senses by her position on his side, but her natural gravitation to his shadow cloaked her from his view. He seemed to be heading somewhere with the dirty bedding - was he using it for something? Did he eat it? Was he going to throw it out of camp? Her interest was piqued!

That is, until she was distracted by the drag of his tail on the ground. The swish swish of it against the dirt reminded her of the little toy Ma had brought into the nursery the other day, and she dropped back and out of the shadows to begin stalking his tail.

Pad forward a bit.

Low to the ground.

Eyes wide.

And jump!
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OOC: This color used for power notes. Underline for physical interaction.
 
Talon had played, once upon a time. A long time ago, and quickly, quickly he had learned it was not okay. Claws hurt, they were needed for survival- so when tiny pinpricks landed into his tail, yanking the spindly limb from the weight landing on it- Talon reacted.

He'd yank his tail free as he spun on his heels, dropping whatever moss he carried to the dirt on the ground as his face peeled back into a vicious snarl. His paw had barely lifted off the ground- when he froze as soon as his good eye spotted the child beneath him. His reaction was quick, yet his fur still bristled, and his teeth still glinted in the sunlight.

It is just a child.

Talon swallowed hard, slowly setting his paw down and resting his face before narrowing his blue eye at the kitten. "You're bored." He stated plainly, taking a paw to scoop at a part of his moss, before tossing it to the kitten. "Carry that, instead of clawing my tail." With the redirection, he turned, moving to pick up the remainder of the moss.
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Talon he/him, windclan 8 moons old.
 black tabby with dark greyish brown undercoat and white underbelly. white crest on chest, and scars lining left side of face, blinding his right eye. icey blue eyes and white that is slowly starting to streak his features. Back scars non-existent for now.
mentored by Merrystalk // mentoring none
littermate to none
NPC x NPC / father/mother to none / mated to none
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by Deidre ↛ deidre on discord, feel free to dm for plots. Art by PurpleCandyCorn.
 
BRANCHKIT
SHE/HER
3 MOONS
WINDCLAN KIT
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | APHOTIC | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT_TWISTS


The new face bared his fangs at her, and she shrank back in momentary fear. Her fur puffed instictively, and she let out a little snapping hiss in retaliation.

Then... he calmed. And she followed suit. He spoke to her and threw her some moss...

Oh! Like mossball!

Branchkit batted at the moss as he tossed it to her, about to paw it back towards him when he continued speaking.

"Carry it?" she asked. "You mean, we aren't playing mossball?" Nevertheless, he didn't seem to mean her any harm, and she had pounced on his tail. Momma always licked her fur when she bumped into something and it hurt, so before picking up the dirty moss she trotted over and gave the tip of his tail a little lick.

"There! All better!" she mewed, prancing back to the moss. "Now I can help you!" Her little jaws clenched around the moss, she bounded up to pad along Talon's side, staying on the one he could see her from this time.
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OOC:
 
perhaps he could have reacted better, but the tabby did not think about it in the moment. The child hissed, and his blue eye fought not to narrow, his limbs stiffening- but then the child relaxed as he attempted to redirect the kids attention. She begun to bat at it, before seeming sad not to play this 'mossball'. That hadn't turned out well last time, he thought- remembering two having been afflicted by the ball of green stuff- yet the children were addicted to play it.

"I suppose after we're done, we can grab a few mossballs..." He said, blinking in confusion. "I don't know that game, though." He said with a shrug, about to turn when a tongue stroked his tail. His chest tightened, his toes gripping into the dirt as the child exclaimed he was 'all better'. He blinked again, staring before reaching down the grab the remainder of the moss and choosing to ignore it. Whatever the hell that was about was not enough to stop him from getting this done.

"Well take it over here-" he beckoned, before dropping the moss at the edge of camp. Then he waved his tail. "I've got a few more piles though, but with two of us, it should go quick- I think."
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Talon he/him, windclan 8 moons old.
 black tabby with dark greyish brown undercoat and white underbelly. white crest on chest, and scars lining left side of face, blinding his right eye. icey blue eyes and white that is slowly starting to streak his features. Back scars non-existent for now.
mentored by Merrystalk // mentoring none
littermate to none
NPC x NPC / father/mother to none / mated to none
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by Deidre ↛ deidre on discord, feel free to dm for plots. Art by PurpleCandyCorn.
 
BRANCHKIT
SHE/HER
3 MOONS
WINDCLAN KIT
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | APHOTIC | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT_TWISTS

Branchkit managed to wait until she'd finished carrying her bit of moss to Talonpaw's pile, dropping it on the other dirty moss before looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

"You mean you never played mossball?" she mewed, her voice low and serious, as if this integral part of her worldview was crumbling before her. Her eyes searched Talonpaw's face, she paused, and then she nodded sharply.

"Well! That just means I'm gonna have to teach you how to play mossball," she declared. "Momma told me it helps us train so we can be good apprentices, so you should learn to play! That way you will also be a good apprentice!" Branchkit wasn't sure if he was an apprentice or not, but he didn't live in the nursery den with her and Momma, and he didn't look old enough to be a warrior.

She trotted alongside Talonpaw as he returned to the moss, grabbing the little pieces that fluttered off when he lifted the next clump. Helping.
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OOC: I'm so sorry Talonpaw she does not understand how things work.
 
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