Open PAFP new old bullies - apprentices & elders

[winifred]

Winifred, having not grown up in the bustle of Clan life, often found herself intrigued by the various life stages of the Clan. The elder had an unusual and sporadic journey compared to the seemingly linear phases of kit to apprentice, apprentice to warrior, warrior to elder. When she joined ShadowClan, she was most interested in apprenticeship, for the grumpy feline never experienced the rude awakenings to join hunting patrols, the monotony of cleaning the elders den, nor the fear of feeling incompetent in front of her peers. Instead, she learned all what she knew in isolation and in wandering with no mentor and no guide. The elder hadn't even learning such skills until she was much older than the apprentices for, at their age, she was still a kittypet, not yet dropped by the scruff of her neck beside the Thunderpath.

As much as she was interested in apprenticeship, it didn't necessarily mean she cared much of the apprentices themselves. Her eavesdropping was a purely selfish way of learning through them. Living vicariously, one could say.

Curious, the elder padded across the pine nettles of camp and towards the apprentice den. These kits better not be causing a ruckus. Winifred sat a few tail-lengths from the den, hoping to catch the chatter of the apprentices. Perhaps they are all on their duties. Surely some are in camp? The brown-pelted feline brushed a white paw past her ear, trying to curb her impatience. Maybe Peatgrass is around. He might know more of what the kids are up to.

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@Peatgrass - after Peat's reply, any apprentices feel free to join in! be warned, the elders are bullies <3

 

[Peatgrass Peatgrass]

The old tom, incapable of sitting still unless his bones demanded he did, was padding back into camp with a vole in tow. He never enjoyed the little buggers, for all his time he'd grown to prefer fish, frogs, lizards and all the sort of slimy little fiends one can find in the pocosin. Some snivelling brat would probably snatch it up, but feeding youth was usually a thankless job if they're not taught grace.

He strode into camp like he owed the place, and in his eyes, he still did. This was his pocosin, and this bunch of hippies were squatters in his home. But they fed his family and helped him get ticks off his pelt when he couldn't reach, so he supposed it would be good enough.

Though he noticed another one of the elders, Miss Winifred, lazing about in camp. She had been considered an elder too, which was downright ironic to him, cause she was about the same age as his first litter and thinking about that lot being elders. Well, made his pelt grow greyer every moment.

He dropped off the vole to the fresh kill pile, while he wasn't one for pleasentries, she hadn't been as insufferable as these brats around these parts (he didn't care about leaders or councils or whatever they called it these days, Sablestar was young enough to be his son and would be treated as much if he tried to back chat him). So, the old tom settled nearby with a huff, the cold chilling his old joints. Before he looked to the brow furrowed, Molly with a dry chuckle. "Ya' bird watchin' Missie? Or-" Until he realised where they had settled, not far from the apprentice encampment, where a humourless scoff slipped his lips. "Them brats been causin' ya' trouble? They oughta learn better manners."

Peatgrass folded his paws, settling in more comfortably. He wasn't one to rest on solid ground when he could; it took a toll on his thinning fur and skin. But perching to see what one of the few cats he could tolerate had found to amuse herself was reason enough for him to deal with it for now.

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PEATGRASS He/Him, Shadowclan Elder, 114 moons.
A short-haired orange-grey chimaera with sunken green eyes.
mentored by none // mentoring no one
littermate to Paisley and Oscar
NPC x NPC / parent to a [to be adopted out] / mated to [to be adopted out]
"SPEECH" // "THOUGHTS" // ATTACK
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.