Camp only fools rush in | sharing tongues…?

[thistlepaw thistlepaw]

the dying light illuminates camp in long reaching rays, casting even longer shadows as the nearly full grown apprentice pads about in clear search of something…

or someone?

one might assume thistlepaw to be in search of their mentor, copperstorm. or perhaps a sibling? leafpaw and rattlepaw were nearing their ceremonies as well. then there was rowanfeather or one of the younger adoptive siblings serpentberry had taken in before her death. so many options for an adolescent so caring and devoted to their family.

yet neither option came to fruition as cerulean eyes finally behold patchwork pelt and their tail twitches in greeting. "tenebrouspaw! would you… share tongues with me?" they ask perhaps a smidge louder than anticipated, though they mean well. a nervous smile tugs at their maw as they await her response.

// @tenebrouspaw but no need to wait. come see this awkward thembo try to bond!

 

[tenebrouspaw]

Tenebrouspaw frowns partially, her paws pulling far in front of her to stretch out her back. While not the perfect opposite extreme from her former mentor, Blisteringfury has ensured that she doesn't slack in her duties or training. He will not have a single one of his kids fail their first shot of an assessment, after all. She doesn't hold any ill will towards her father, either, for she would hate to be the straggler of her litter. The molly's odd eyes seek the tortoiseshell tom, curious on if she will be given a break or pulled out for another lesson.

Yet as she's looking around, a different frame enters her vision. Thistlepaw.

They lock to her, their tail twitching as they ask if she... would share tongues with them. Her brow instantly furrows, and her gaze flutters about as if looking for an escape. Her father would tear her ear off for relaxing, especially if he already had plans for the day. Yet even the fiery Tenebrouspaw isn't immune to the softness that exists in Thistlepaw's blue gaze.

"Uhh..." she pulls her lips into a thin line, for once speechless, before saying, "For a minute, I can. Blisteringfury is expecting me, so..." she cringes as she fumbles with her words, tail curling tight beside her. In a quick effort to try and regain her terse persona, she bites out, "You've had this ugly mat behind one of your ears for the last few days, anyways - it's time someone got it out for you."

 

[SEARINGPAW]

Much like her sibling, the assessment hangs heavy over her head. Searingpaw will pass. There is no doubt about that, of course, but her body aches from where she has been working herself over and over, muscles taut and sore. She's rewarding herself with a much needed meal, somewhere not far from Tenebrouspaw. Searingpaw doesn't enjoy straying far from her siblings, keeping an eye on them is perhaps safer then finding safety in one of the nooks of camp's walls. So, she dedicates herself to picking clean the mouse she selected, grateful for the meal all the same.

Thistlepaw's voice rings out, and her green eyes lift, finding her sister first, then beyond to the apprentice that called to her. Searingpaw gently stiffens, vision shifting back towards Tenebrouspaw, then across camp, looking for their father. Surely it was innocent enough, that they would share tongues- that her sister would clear the mat from this other apprentice's ear, as she says, then be on with their day. Searingpaw clears her throat, less to call attention to herself and more to ignore the awkward feeling in her chest.

Her head turns and she returns to her meal, trying to unfocus herself.

____________________ PUTTING DOWN THE ROSES ⏃ PICKING UP THE SWORD ____________________

• "speech"
  
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• SEARINGPAW she/her, thunderclan apprentice, eleven moons.
  ☆ a lh tortie with low white and sharp green eyes and a scar over the left side of her muzzle. she's the 'perfect' daughter, the golden girl. ever helpful, the first to sign up for extra patrols and duties, constantly trying to prove herself. intelligent and kind, but internally exhausted.
  ☆ mentored by who / mentoring no one
  ☆ blisteringfury xx ??? | littermate to torridpaw, gustypaw, tenebrouspaw, younger sibling to flickerdance
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[BLISTERINGFURYBLISTERINGFURY's icon]

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The tortoiseshell had been sound asleep, deciding to ignore the way that his muscles feel taut or sore, he knows that it's from the last moon and several days from training his daughter, he couldn't afford to let her fall behind because of Trembletuft's neglect. His whiskers twitch as he stirs from his sleep only to allow his mismatched paws to briefly dig into his nest, he has to hold back a huff from his jaws, and he spares a glance to his side remembering when he would untangle himself from the limbs of Dunehusk and Blacktree once. Blister can't help but grimace at his own thoughts betraying him once more and his gaze snaps in a different direction, the shuffle of limbs causing him to stare at a certain tabby, and he has to swallow the sudden dry feeling in his throat.

The ranger rises to his paws not wishing to let his gaze nor mind linger, he gives his plush coat a few quick swipes of his tongue, and steps out from the warriors den. He should busy himself with a patrol or go out hunting, he'd need to seek out his daughter first, and his sharp emerald gaze searches camp only to find a pelt that mirrors his own. She seems to be approaching one of her denmates, the pair too far for him to hear what they say, but he finds that it makes his stomach churn with an anxiety left buried. Searingpaw isn't too far from the apprentices and the patchwork tom takes a step forward hearing Tenebrouspaw comment on how Thistlepaw had an ugly mat behind their ears.

Love is a fickle thing, Blisteringfury would know about this firsthand and it burns just as intensely and passionately as his name. It had burnt him twice and frankly, he had been abandoned and left behind by the two individuals that he had truly believed to love him. If things had gone differently, he wouldn't hesitate to encourage pleasant conversations and to follow one's heart… Unfortunately, he has been wronged and left as this battered thing that lacked trust. He would spare his daughter the same pain that he had to undergo, he'd protect her this way, and she would keep away from Thistlepaw… at least, for now. She would become a warrior soon enough and he wouldn't be able to bark orders at her like he has as a mentor.

The blue tabby is the child of Hawthorne, Thornstar, and Serpentberry… They seem decent enough but he doesn't trust too easily nor should his daughter. Blisteringfury's paws are already carrying him towards the pair of apprentices only to offer a sharp glance in the direction of Thistlepaw, a silent warning to them, and then shifts his attention to his daughter. "I'm sure that they'll find one of their littermates to help with that ugly mat of fur." The patchwork tom states rather bluntly only to flick his tail against the flank of his daughter, "I'm afraid that we have more pressing matters. Come along, Tenebrouspaw."

He takes a few pawsteps away only to pause and wonders if he detects hesitance from his apprentice, it didn't matter, Blister wouldn't allow all of her training to be jeopardized over some kind blue-eyed fool. "Now." His bottlebrush tail lashes behind him as if it were a rattlesnake's tail, the patchwork tom would slip out from camp knowing that his apprentice wouldn't be too far along.

// out unless stopped

ARE YOU MAN ENOUGH TO TAKE THE BLAME FOR THIS?

BLISTERINGFURY

THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR
TRANS MASC x HE/THEY/IT​

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"speech", thoughts, attacking
a longhaired tortoiseshell with several scars littering his body from the battle that broke out between the split colonies, a cruel reminder to the betrayal that he felt that day, and has a pair of emerald toned eyes. he has patches of ivory on his body along with more smoky gray spots near his cheeks, limbs, and tail.
parent of flickerdance, searingpaw, torridpaw, gutsypaw, and tenebrouspaw ; ex-mate of dunehusk and blacktree ; currently not interested in seeking out serious relationships or courting anyone

venom and sharpened words are normally thrown out from his jaws whenever he ends up on a patrol near shadowclan. this doesn't lessen in the slightest when he catches sight of his old flames either, if anything, he only feels angry and brandishes that anger as a weapon. the moggy isn't friendly to anyone outside of thunderclan and he's especially unkind to shadowclan.

 

[Faithkit]

FAITHKIT

A BOUQUET OF BRAMBLES

SHE/HERx THUNDERCLAN KITx 05 MOONS​

☆ A sickly fawn cream tortoiseshell with low white
☆ Adopted child of Serpentberry, littermates with Falsekit and Thornkit
☆ penned by Juice↛ Ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.​

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This is a matter that really didn't concern you, yet like most things your curiosity has won out in this moment and you circle the outer edgers of... whatever it is that's going on. Thistlepaw and Tenebrouspaw seemed weird around each other. The conversation was casual but you naturally assumed something that you had always thought was saved for family was inherently a little weird to do with others. Did Thistlepaw really trust her that well? The mottled apprentice was a little intense but pretty okay, trustworthy though? You weren't too sure.

You understood that whatever it was seemed to upset Blisteringfury enough, furrowing your brows your glare is a little too heated at the warrior as he commands for their apprentice child to follow after him. You were socially aware enough to understand that if she left it would leave Thistlepaw upset. Your stance on Serpentberry's children as family was shakey but you were convinced that to an extent these were your siblings as well. Somewhere in the pits of your mind you drew the connection that you should care about the things that he cares about because of this. Even if that meant that he cared about something stupid like asking someone who wasn't family to get rid of the ugly matt in his fur.

Sucking in a breath you skulk to move in Blisteringfury's path, the warrior being too busy to make demands of it's apprentice to notice you at first. You make sure he does the second you throw yourself directly into his path, though you weren't really expecting to fall as a result of it. This could be something you could milk though, the stinging of the ground scraping your front legs was enough to cause the waterworks. "Oww that really hurt!" You declare with a pointed sniffle, glaring up at the warrior with a trembling maw. "Watch where your going" the hiss is weak and you really sell that heaving sob. Of course that heaving feeling tickles your throat, causing a minor coughing fit. "I... I need to see Rowanfeather" you declare with a small huff, staring up at them expectantly to escort you.

// being dramatic and getting in @BLISTERINGFURY's way with andys perms :3

 

[thistlepaw thistlepaw]

hope springs to life within their chest at not merely being brushed aside by the patchwork apprentice. there is a moment of hesitation, thistlepaw notices it well, then acceptance. and a promise to rid them of the mat that has grown gnarled behind their ear. "i think a minute is more than enough time. th-this doesn't have to take long at all... i just wanted some time with y-" their words are cut off by a subtle throat clearing of a nearby apprentice followed by the commands of blisteringfury. tenebrouspaw's mentor. tenebrouspaw's father.

thistlepaw shrinks in on themself at the patchwork warrior's tone and forbearance of the apprentices sharing tongues. they think to argue in return, but the thought of disrespecting a warrior, a parent of someone they find themself fond of, would be rather unwise. so they look pitifully at tenebrouspaw in anticipation of her retreat after her mentor. a retreat that has not happened yet as another voice joins the fray.

faithkit?

cerulean eyes flicker to the crumpled kitten who had been mowed down in blisteringfury's haste. something familial tugs at their heart though they hesitate to approach the child their mother had adopted. not while the kit looks to the warrior to right his wrongs and take her to rowanfeather's den. thistlepaw watches the scene for a moment longer before realizing that this could be their chance to claim tenebrouspaw for the moment to share tongues. "come on," they whisper to her, angling their head towards a sheltered area of camp. "while he is distracted."