Camp RC Lumps in throats and petticoats || Galepaw

[Thunderpaw Thunderpaw]

——————————————————— You who bares all your teeth in every smile. ✦

Thunderpaw wasn't going to put on a smile as she shuffled through the apprentice's den, grumbling to herself as she was on nest cleaning duty for the day. She haaaated these tedious tasks. Why did she have to clean other cats' nests?! Were they too lazy to themselves? She knew better than to complain aloud, or someone would shoot her a look and she would be sent off to do something even more boring.

Muttering to herself absently about the injustice of it all, she came upon her brother's nest. He had since moved his far from hers since they became apprentices, bordering on Torrentpaw's nest. The tom seemed far too cheery to be friends with her brother; clearly, there was something he saw in Galepaw, but that was besides her. Bowing her head and picking up the dried moss, she turned to take it out of the den and refresh it with fresh moss some patrol brought back. But as she turned, a sharp clatter caught her attention.

Face knit in confusion, she abandoned the old nesting and looked down at her paws, tilting her head curiously at the sight of a shell. Two halves still intact, having fallen out of Gale's nest. Thunderpaw's eyebrows raised in bemusement. "He's not the sentimental type, why's he kept this then?..." She muttered to herself, reaching out and picking up the thing, pausing as she noticed the shell rattling.

Bemusement returned to confusion, especially as she noticed something small and white on the ground beside where the shell was. She stood there for a moment, looking down trying to decipher what it was, only for Thunder's face to fall. "Is... Is that a fucking tooth?" The words fell from her maw louder than she intended, difficult to hide her dawning horror at the rattling shell in her paw.

——— Take a swim in the water

Dear Arkansas daughter. ————

• 
  Thunderpaw
  ✦—Riverclan apprentice | 8 moons
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A stocky, fluffy cinnamon sealpoint kitten with long curled ears and soft blue eyes.
  #DE966C

 

[Galerunner Galerunner]

—————————————————— Rocked by an endless motion ✦

Today was like any other—and so he was out on a hunting patrol for most of it, trailing after whatever hapless cat had been selected for him to follow. He did not much mind his mentor being in the medicine cat den—rather, he enjoyed the sense of being unanchored to a particular cat. It could end up anywhere, with anyone, and some strange part of him held onto that tightly. That sense of freedom… his own days were defined by him, and it could just as easily slip through the cracks. If he wanted, he could get lost for hours—and no cat would notice, would care to look, and in some sense that brought him comfort. A strange comfort, but it held him all the same.

But now, he drew back into the camp on weary paws, a long-deceased fish clamped in his maw. So it goes. It was not a particularly big one by any means (the party had only wandered so deep into the water, after all), but it was sure to be a hearty meal for whoever chose it to be theirs, and Gale was content with this lot in life. With a curt nod to the others of the patrol, he slipped away—surely Torrent would be back by now. If anything, perhaps his friend had a particular hunger for his stomach, and the scales between his teeth could be shared with another.

His eyes never fell upon that familiar dark form, though. It dropped the fish in surprise as a thicker form obscured his vision, large and fluffy—and hovering above his nest. Gale sidled closer, silent as an owl, until something glittering and small caught his attention.

In a flurry of movement, the pale apprentice leapt forward and snatched the little thing off the floor. "Such things are not for your eyes." It hissed darkly, pelt prickling with emotions barely contained within thin pupils. His tail whipped dangerously, slicing through the air as though somebody had done him a great injustice. "-And I would be a cautious thing if I were you. Even the birds do not take kindly to those snooping around their nests." There was something strange underpinning his words, a cruel sense of violence that had not bled into his words before. It was cold, unfeeling, like an icicle on some stoop. It could strike at any moment with deadly precision, if prodded in the correct way — or even just by chance, by some terrible chance, it could fall and fell some sorry cat underneath. Either way, it would be a fatal demise. So it goes.

—————Whether truth or just a story

It's not up to you—————

• 
  Galepaw
  ✦—Riverclan Apprentice | 8 Moons
  ✦—He/They/It
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A fluffy high white lynx point with curled ears and deep blue eyes
  #87878E #BAB2AC

 

[Thunderpaw Thunderpaw]

——————————————————— You who bares all your teeth in every smile. ✦

Her expression soured as he brother hissed at her, suddenly rather defensive of something downright fucking weird! But first- "Why would I willingly go snoop in your stuff? None've this shit I need to see clearly!" Thunderpaw chuffed, tail dusting the den. "I'm on nest duty today, look at how much moss I gotta organise!" She gestured to the small pile of sad, dried moss she needed to get rid of, beside the much larger, fresh moss she had been tasked with exchanging everyone's nests with. "I'm not doing this for fun, let alone sorting through your teeth collection??"

Thunderpaw sucked a breath in before breathing out, trying not to get too pissed off. "Listen, I didn't mean to snoop, I got a little curious when it fell out, thought you might be padding after someone- But c'mon, teeth?" She spluttered, trying desperately not to aggravate her brother, but Starclan, this wasn't normal. "I know you peel your fish, but I've never seen you get teeth from your prey- These are from prey, right?" Thunderpaw's skin crawled at the prospect they might be from... Elsewhere.

——— Take a swim in the water

Dear Arkansas daughter. ————

• 
  Thunderpaw
  ✦—Riverclan apprentice | 8 moons
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A stocky, fluffy cinnamon sealpoint kitten with long curled ears and soft blue eyes.
  #DE966C

 

[Galerunner Galerunner]

—————————————————— Rocked by an endless motion ✦

Gale watched as the other stumbled, puffing up defensively at his hissing. With narrowed eyes, he fell silent as she defended herself, other than his own mumbled responses. "Oh, yes, woe is you—" The tom muttered under his breath, more in annoyance to himself than for the other to hear—Every apprentice had been tasked to refresh the moss before, and it was not Gale's fault she just had to peek at what he held dear. At the mention of a tooth collection, though, he raised a brow at the other—the absurdity of the statement had thrown him off somewhat, and his fur somewhat flattened for just a moment.

"Padding after—" He echoed, a sort of confusion clear on his face—before suddenly, abruptly, clocking just what the she-cat meant. As though she had accused him of some grand crime, he puffed up defensively. "That is none of your business." He hissed once more, before he shook his head and instead busied himself with his own nest. As though he were ignoring her, it pushed the forgotten old bedding aside and, in a few sloping steps, replaced it with the fresh moss she had obtained. With this, he slid that little shell back underneath the bedding, safe and sound from prying eyes. At the question of where he got the teeth, though, it merely side-eyed the other before continuing to mess absentmindedly with the bedding.

—————Whether truth or just a story

It's not up to you—————

• 
  Galepaw
  ✦—Riverclan Apprentice | 8 Moons
  ✦—He/They/It
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A fluffy high white lynx point with curled ears and deep blue eyes
  #87878E #BAB2AC