TW: Sensitive Content Camp SkyClan KILL THE WORLD WITH WHATEVER IT TAKES! / INTRODUCTION

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This thread takes place inside the clan's camp.

CHEWINGPAW CHEWINGPAW

MUTT-GIRL
3
0
Freshkill
25
Nickname
CHEWY
Pronouns
SHE/THEY
Played by
TEMPEST

[ TRIGGER WARNING: Brief mentions of past animal abuse and parental abuse. Descriptions of blood and gore. Please read at your own risk! ]

The crunch of bones beneath an immovable weight. The violent rending of sinew from ligament. The dim light fading from of a life without repose.

In her dreams, Chewy was there again. That damned place, where the metallic stench of blood could never be washed from the stone walls - and neither from her grimly-cut form. Surrounded by Twolegs, their faces lie obscured by their own shadows. She would have thought they would mourn the dead-girl-walking, if not for the grating screeches and yowls that erupted from their too-flat maws. They reveled in it behind the thin wires of grey ivy tendril, cheered not for her nor for her opponent but for the sheer act of destruction. Desperation was an art, of which no sensible thought could be prescribed to it.

The same face met her, its own countenance more familiar to her than any bastard mother who happened to beget her. The hound's teeth glinted in the garish glow of the arena, like a guillotine that crooned her name, dared her to wander a little too far into its wanting jaws. Saliva spilled from its open mouth, almost childlike in howits tongue lolled agaist the weapons below it. In its eyes, she saw only an animalistic dullness, as if it hadn't a clue what it would do to her every night. Before it had the chance to jump, she jumped first. She ran with all of the strength afforded to her spindled limbs, as if she could broach through the binds of her fate, as though this time would be any different than the others. Clinging to the coarse wires of the gate that separated her from the Twolegs, the kitten attempted to scramble up to where she knew salvation awaited her. Fierce jaws slammed her against the wall, knocking the breath from her, and her will to survive had been ripped from her as easily as she had been from the side of the arena. If only I ran a little faster... If only I climbed a little higher... If only I were a little more deserving of a different life...

"GET AWAY FROM ME!"

Kicking outwards, her limbs caught upon soft bodies instead of cruel concrete. Eyelids flew open, bleariness of a restless slumber still lingering heavily upon her eyesight. The low-toned grumles of her fellow apprentices told her all that she needed, that she had returned to the waking world. Chewingpaw's head whipped upwards, eyes beset in some strigine madness, as though they were cast of rounded jewels of volatile sun-hue. Narrowed stares and scornful visages only met her, shrouded in the heavy gloom of the moonlit night. "W-What are you lookin' at, p-punk?" The apprentice's lip curled into a jagged snarl, as though her fangs were the scales of a serpent underfoot, a warning to those that dared reach for her slithering form. Batlike ears flattened at the sides of her skull, and she drew her ratty tail closer to her shivering body.

  • Any apprentice can be the cat she just snapped at! Forgive the potential wonkiness I haven't written anything like this in a week or so oops
  • CHEWINGPAW & SHE/THEY & 09 MOONS

    —— Apprentice of Skyclan / Mentored by NPC / Adoptive daughter to Duskpool
    —— A thin, gauntly-crafted black roan Lykoi molly. She has long, batlike ears and piercing, yellow eyes. Due to her partial hairlessness, she cannot go into the direct sunlight for more than an hour, and her darkened exposed skin is a result of prior exposure.
    —— Judgmental and harsh, Chewingpaw is a hard feline to get used to. She has a quick temper and comes off as plainly selfish and catty. Behind her thorny exterior lies a self-loathing and mentally unstable girl.
    —— Chewingpaw's character contains themes of a traumatic past, including animal abuse and parental abuse. PLEASE be cautious when interacting with her if you are sensitive to these topics!
    —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

 
Ever since he'd become an apprentice there was one thing he wanted more than anything and that was to become a scout. Being a warrior and all was alright, but scouts?! They were beyond cool! They got to climb massive trees flawlessly. When he was only six moons and a week into his training with his mentor, the moment he saw a scout in action... He could only think of how they were more like hawks than cats. They may not soar or have massive wings, but the way they could scale trees to daunting heights they may as well be birds. Ever since that day his focus was solely on climbing trees. His poor mentor had to drag him away from a tree often, since there was more to being a warrior than scaling trees. He needed to learn how to fight and the code which Skyclan lives by.

Moons have passed and the training has only become more grueling. He can only guess his mentor wants to prepare him for anything Hawkstar may throw at him when it's time for his assessment. After all, he only has a few moons left before he will be assessed and in turn become a warrior. Although, he hopes Hawkstar can see his skill and dub him as a scout so he could work alongside Mousefang and Dovecloud. For now all he can do is get as much sleep as he can before sunrise.

Unfortunately, he is roused from his slumber by a shout. Blue eyes groggily open as he groans. A second later he hisses from being kicked harshly. CHESNUTPAW I'M GONNA KILL YOU! Jesterpaw twists himself quickly to look for her brown pelt, only to find she is a distance away from him. The two have a bit of rivalry, hurling insults at one another, constantly trying to one up another. He wouldn't put it past her to kick him while he's asleep to ruin another harsh day of training. Sadly, he can't even find a good excuse to kick her since their nests are too far. It's only then does he follow the trail of scornful eyes to Chewingpaw. YOU. Blue eyes stare into yellow with all the rage he can muster.

"Punk?!" The blue chimera snarls while rising to his paws. His well deserved rest was interrupted by scream followed by a kick, and the cat who did it all had the audacity to call him a punk?! No chance was he gonna let Chewingpaw disrespect him like this. She thinks that she's so tough with that stupid snarl. I'm gonna make her regret ruining my sweet dreams. The warning she provided is tossed aside as the blue apprentice continues to draw near. "You're the one screaming and kicking everyone trying to sleep. Why wouldn't I look at the bee-brain who kicked me?" The fur along his back bristles. He's fully prepared to tussle with Chewingpaw if she dared to tackle him. He may only be a moon younger, but he wasn't one to let that stop him.

  • I'm so sorry jester is a little jerk
  • JESTERPAW he/him, SkyClan apprentice, 08 moons.
    Blue black spotted chimera with low white.
    NPC X NPC | Adopted by COMETGLOW
    penned by velou ↛ Kasaven on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
 
Cygnetscratch hadn't made many friends in her time as an apprentice. She warded away almost anyone who attempted with a pinched brow and a roll of her eyes. That said, she hadn't attacked anyone then... intentionally or otherwise. As much couldn't be said anymore, but she holds onto that minor superiority for the moment. It was by pure chance that she happened to hear the commotion from the SkyClan apprentices, having struggled to sleep for the last hour or so. She thought that she could scavenge a mouse to eat and try again, but with the noise, diverted her path and figured she'd be of better use elsewhere.

"If either of you wake a single soul in the nursery because of your shouting, I'll see to it that your paws are covered in mouse bile for the next moon." Does she have the power to do that? No, absolutely not. But the threat remains. She'd rather not anyone wake up, but least of all the tired parents and their whiny babies. Then they would all never hear the end of it. Cygnetscratch rolls her golden gaze over the apprentices, from the ones awake and waking, to the few who stay stubbornly asleep, before looking back to Jesterpaw and Chewingpaw. "Do I make myself clear?" Half lidded, tired eyes stare down the duo, her tail lashing lazily behind her.