PAFP Camp ONE FISH TWO FISH [ apprentices making their new nests! ]

[lavenderpaw]

[ pls wait for one of the following: @Jackdawpaw @JUNCOPAW @rosemarypaw !! this takes place after the meeting :] ]

"Jackdaw - I want your nest far from mine! I can't wait for a night of sleep where your paws aren't battering my tail the whole time!"

Though her face is scrunched, Lavenderpaw speaks with a light tone, her tail lashing behind her playfully as if to taunt her brother. The quartet have all but dismantled their nursery nest, pulling pieces of it out as keepsakes, and now work together to create four new nests among them. There isn't a doubt in the molly's mind that they won't, at some point, find their ways into one another's nests. They've spent six moons curled up with each other, after all - it'll be a difficult habit to break! But Lavenderpaw isn't above pretending that she's already cut her littermates off. They're totally just denmates now.

Lavenderpaw looks towards the nest she's formed thus far, eyebrows crinkling together more critically. This isn't as easy as she thought it would be. "Do you guys think we can get some... squirrel fluff from ThunderClan or SkyClan? I heard it's really soft - softer than this moss, anyways." They're of ship-faring lineage, brought up on fish scales and mollusks for the most part. The idea of eating land-walking prey constantly kind of skeeves her out in truth - things that walk like she does? No thanks. But that does mean they skip out on the benefits of fluffy squirrel tails, or even the broader coats of a hare. Her tail twitches again, "Maybe we can trade with some other Clan's apprentices. Do you think they'd like scales?"

 

[JUNCOPAW]

Juncopaw has a delightful hop in her step as she follows her siblings—this time to the apprentices' corner instead of the nursery. A new chapter in their lives begin, and she couldn't be more excited for it. She ought to thank their parents for birthing four kits. This wouldn't feel right without the four of them!

"Aaaawwww,"

she coos with exaggerated sympathy.

"You can sleep next to me! In fact... I think I'll take turns and sleep in all your nests."

She sticks her tongue out to anyone who may object, knowing full well that none of them would actually usher her away if she were to go through with the plan. After all, she is notorious for her crazy sleeping positions, and sometimes she needs the support of a sibling's flank to really sell a pose. All for one and one for all.

Juncopaw nods enthusiastically at Lavenderpaw's ideas.

"Totally! I mean, they have so many trees, I'm sure they can give you at least one half of a squirrel."

The pretty shells and stones Juncopaw had collected over the past moons clink together as she drops them, as if on cue.

"Oh, I know they can't resist the shine and the glimmer of these bad boys. They'd be a fool not to trade with us!"

 

[Crescentpaw]

The den appears full all the time, at least that's what Crescentpaw thinks on one of his worser days mood wise. Today wasn't that just yet, it was difficult to be upset at the sound of his new denmates excitement. At least not with the siblings bickering, the albino apprentice lingers by the entrance. Never needing an invite but always aware of the fact that he might try to enter when another apprentice leaves, oh the thought of her and someone else locked in the awkward dance of who would move first is daunting. Sucking up that particular social anxiety he pushes himself in, practically stumbling into the littermates as they delegate their spots within the den. "I'm sure you'd miss the battering" it's offered politely with a small chuckle. He had to admit that while Rushingpaw's excitement sometimes gave her a particuarly pounding head ache she would be remiss to say that he would miss it if there was too great a distance.

He didn't particularly want to ruin their fun, though she doubted that the clans would offer their squirrels. Tail twitches nervously in an invisible breeze, glancing at any of the other older apprentices gathered in the den wherever they were cleaning up their nests or moving to leave. "Maybe you could offer a fish if you wanted a squirrel?" Then again she doubts any of the warriors here would be exceptionally thrilled about it. He was no mentor, not to mention no warrior, barely feeling like he has much authority at all to tell them what to do. Truly he felt like a fish out of the waters of the river, grasping at ways to not have the new apprentices immediately hate him for being a mood killer.

"They have pretty feathers, some of their birds look big too! I'm sure you could trade some scales or a shell-" the clattering of the items Juncopaw sent sprinkling across the den floor earned a curious glance. "-For one of those! I don't think they would resist these" it's an impressive collection, once she had taken a deep exhale he bobs his head to look at the items gathered. "How long have you been collecting these?" Her own collection of shells was alright, Crescentpaw was far too picky about her own collected goods so in her mind Juncopaw's assortment was far more impressive.