PAFP Camp RIDE THE BUS + sibling fight

[STORMSWIRL]

"FROST!" Stormswirl's frustrated cry from the warrior's den cut across camp. She was so mad she had forgotten her sibling's warrior name, despite being several moons into earning it. The tabby she-cat pushed from their den, a large clump of moss gripped in her mouth. Her blue eyes were sparking with rage as she sought out her bi-color brother. He hwas huddled with clanmates sharing tongues, and his calm expression only made her chest bubble further with anger.

Stormswirl gave a saccharine, fake smile to those gathered with Frostmoth. Dogflicker and Hydrangeabloom would just get prime viewing of the chewing she was about to give him. "Care to explain this?" she hissed, gesturing to the clump of moss deposited in front of him. It was the moss he had very obviously stolen from her nest, and had been for the past moon. Every night as she curled up to lay down, her nest seemed slimmer and slimmer. Meanwhile, Frostmoth's continued to look fuller and fuller.

This dawn, Stormswirl had gone out on dawn patrol, and they only thing she had looked forward to during a very rainy patrol was her dry, warm nest. When she found a near bare mossy nest, she had had enough of her brother's theft.

keep on moving till i die ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

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  ☁︎ STORM
  ☁︎ RIVERCLAN WARRIOR
  ☁︎ 17 moons, ages every 15th of the month
  ☁︎ open to peaceful interactions
  ☁︎ "SPEECH"
  ☁︎ penned by muddly

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[Frostmoth]

From the time that Frostmoth and Stormswirl had both been born, they had been sure foils of one another. Stormswirl had always been the first to do everything, and she was also far more outgoing and blunt than her brother. Of course, being that the pair were siblings, they did share a fair number of traits too. Chief among them being having a lot of opinions and a strong sense of justice. It just so happens that Frostmoth tends to be a bit more... subtle... in his approach.

Stormswirl's voice cuts through the air, as thunderous as her namesake. He's so focused on trying to give Dogflicker and Hydrangeabloom coherent instructions for fixing some of the shoddy reeds of their camp walls that the cry startles him. Frostmoth whips around at a speed that he is sure gives him whiplash, frightened that Stormswirl is hurt or otherwise delivering tragic news to him. It isn't until a clump of moss is thrown at his feet, nearly colliding unceremoniously with his front paws, that he realizes what this is about. Moss. Moss that he assumes has been skimmed out of his nest.

Though Frostmoth is initially relieved, irritation now simmers under his long coat. Had it really been necessary to make a grand show out of this...? "You think this is worth screaming the walls down about?!" He questions, incredulous. The deputy glances at the warriors he had been sitting with, gauging their reactions to this public callout. "I don't know what you want me to say," he concludes flatly "It's not like I'm the one who makes and refreshes the nests! Do you think I put in some special request with the apprentices or something to conspire against you?"

OH, MY GOD ★ MAKE ME IN YOUR IMAGE

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• ★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 17 moons
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[pineheart]

✦ Pineheart hears the… he hesitates to call it an argument, but it's no calm talk either. Stormswirl is nearly screaming. He sighs, weary, as he approaches the two, hoping to calm down any potential fight before it could break out. Frostmoth had gotten more responsible since his appointment, that was sure, but he was still a kit in Pineheart's eyes. Plus, Pineheart knows what siblings can be like.

"You'll scare all the fish away for a mile around if you keep shouting," he says, not bothering to hide his exasperation. Bedding? Really? In a now slightly amused tone, he continues, "do you have any proof for this accusation, Storm? Or does Frostmoth have a history of thievery we don't know about?"

haven't had a dream in a long time

see, the life i've had could make a good man go bad

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  PINE, - 49 moons / riverclan + warrior
  large brown tabby town
  adopted guardian of Torrentpaw and Squidpaw / future mentor to Torrentpaw
  healing and peaceful powerplay allowed

 

[Adderfang]

The striped tabby blinks at Stormswirl as she storms across camp. He's no stranger to sibling squabbles—been in the thick of plenty himself before they all split. When she lights into Frostmoth he immediately begins to stand up, pelt rippling in the light as he peels himself off the ground. His eyes then shift to look at Pineheart, who he would've thought had enough experience (or self-preservation) to not get in the middle of a petty argument between siblings.

These—youngsters—for lack of a better word, could work out their own problems. He saw no danger of a brawl starting, not between brother and sister. So, as long as it doesn't inconvenience the rest of them, he doesn't feel the need to get involved. "No harm in lettin' them have their spat, Pine." He huffs to Pineheart before slipping around the hulking tom. "Long as they don't disturb poor sleep-deprived Hazecloud..." He shoots Stormswirl and their deputy a passing look but does not stop. Carrying off a half-dissected fish to find a quieter spot to eat.

___________________ There wasn't a wrong or a right he could choose 𓆟 He did what he had to do ________________

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• Adderfang he/him & riverclan
  𓆟 Chocolate ticked tabby w/ amber eyes. Peppered with scars. Deep gash across the right side of his face exposing one canine slightly. Missing left ear.
  𓆟 Deep gravelly voice that might unsettle others.
  𓆟 Would and will kill a man.
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  𓆟 Fur smells faintly of river reeds and damp earth.
  
  
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[scalepaw]

Scalepaw had been nosing through the fresh kill pile, trying to decide between a waterlogged finned thing or what might have once been a bird. A sudden shout cracked through her like thunder. Jolting upright she blinked wide eyed towards the commotion.

Rounded ears flicking as the tabby came charging out. Scalepaw watched the unfolding scene from just beyond the pile, hovering awkwardly with her tail slowly wrapping around her paws.

Stormswirl's accusation made her eyes grow in size. Moss? Usually high tension made her feel ill but this time it seemed less intense. Even she could admit the scene was silly. She looked towards the warriors den as if it might confirm something, then back to Frostmoth and the others, trying to read their expressions.

Pineheart chimed in, and Adderfang sauntered past, Scalepaw barely held back a giggle. Frame visibly easing as she sat a little straighter. Is stealing moss a thing now? Pale nose wrinkling at her own thoughts. Should I be guarding my nest at night?

They weren't sure whether this was normal warrior behavior or just sibling weirdness, but either way the paw' watched with interest.​