PAFP Event TC slip 'n slide || mud puddle in camp

[Webfrost]

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https://www․purrgatory.net/Plot_Twists/info?=Webpaw

Was I ever so childish?

Webpaw watched with barely-hidden disdain as the younger members of ThunderClan dove into a small puddle of mud that had formed at the edge of camp. The greenleaf storm had been pretty powerful, and while no one was hurt, this new feature of the camp seemed to have the childish cats of the clan in a small tizzy. Mostly kits splashed about in the mud, the caregivers watching in reisgnation to the baths they would need to administer that evening, but Webpaw was having absolutely none of it.

She was an apprentice, after all, no time for all this frolicking. Especially as something as nasty as...

SPLAT!

A glob of mud sailed through the air and landed square on her shoulder. Too distracted by her thoughts of superiority, she didn't see the culprit. Nevertheless, her fur bristled as she stalked over to the puddle, shaking her shoulder to force the mud off her fur.

"Which one of you is hurling these nasty globs of mud everywhere?" she accused.

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ThunderClan Apprentice
9 moons || she/her
SPEECH || THOUGHTS

@Fawnkit

Later replies - feel free to be the kit that splashed her with mud :)
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[Fawnpaw]

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This was the best day ever! Overnight rain had created puddles across the camp ground for Fawnkit to splash around in! She didn't mind her paws getting wet at all, she was way too interested in the splashes of water and the sound her paws made as they touched its surface.

A sudden shriek of laughter made her snap her head in its direction, to see what it was about. She saw a bunch of the other kittens and even some slightly older cats standing around what seemed to be wet ground. What was so interesting about the ground being wet? There were puddles everywhere! Just then she watched one of the cats jump onto the wet ground and sink right into it - oh now this was interesting. That was no wet ground! It was MUUUUUD!!! Where there was fun, Fawnkit had to be herself. She readied her paws for a sprint and ran. Just before her paws would meet the edge of the mud puddle, she jumped and landed right in the center of it. Mud splattered everywhere, covering those playing and those merely watching the fun.

One particular cat, standing further away, her fur silver and clean, save for a patch of mud on her shoulder, approached the puddle, eyes narrow. "Which one of you is hurling these nasty globs of mud everywhere?" Fawnkit giggled - she could not take this cat seriously, with such a grumpy face and mud on her shoulder. The scene was just too funny and she couldn't contain her giggles.

"You look so silly with just one patch of mud on yourself!" Fawnkit sunk her paw and threw even more mud towards the apprentice. "Come have fun with us!"

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[Webfrost]

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https://www․purrgatory.net/Plot_Twists/info?=Webpaw

Webpaw's eyebrow twitched. Her bobbed tail flicked. Her ears flattened.

Why was a kit telling her what to do? She bit her tongue, wanting to simply say her piece and leave, when her front paw sank into the boggy ground.

You know what? Fine.

"Well. You look silly covered in mud!" she responded, lifting her paw and bringing it down to gently deposit a pile of the gross wet mud onto Fawnkit's forehead.

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ThunderClan Apprentice
9 moons || she/her
SPEECH || THOUGHTS​

 

[Fawnpaw]

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Fawnkit worried for a moment that the apprentice would strike at her - anger flashed in her eyes for a bit - but it was gone just as quickly as it had appeared, and instead Webpaw threw more mud towards Fawnkit. Fawnkit giggled, happy to have someone to play with.

She stood up, marched over to Webpaw and lifting her muddy paws, she smeared the mud all over Webpaw's side. Before the apprentice could react, she turned around, ready to run away into the middle of the mud puddle. Fawnkit, however, forgot how thick mud is, and instead of running away, she stumbled, tripped over her own paws, and fell face-first into the puddle. She sank, her tiny body getting swallowed by the mud. Panicking, she tried to swim back up, but she wasn't sure where up was, nor how to breathe without air. She kicked her legs, trying to find direction, but unable to see or feel anything.

When she thought the mud puddle had consumed her forever, she finally broke through. Light shone in her eyes and air surrounded her, chilly compared to the suffocating darkness. She started coughing out mud, her eyes watering, her entire body covered in the dark liquid. After finally catching her breath, she turned back at Webpaw, giggled and said "I deserved that. Now I'm completely covered in mud!"

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[Thornkit]

It wasn't hard for Thornkit to muster up a frown as he watched the ThunderClan kits roll around in the mud, dirtying themselves up in a way that would have the queens distraught once playtime was over. What was attractive about drenching oneself in mud was lost on Thornkit, who turned up his nose at the act; he wouldn't be caught dead diving into the dirt like that, and he knew that neither of his siblings would, either - on a less important note, he was sure that Serpentberry would appreciate that the trio she had taken in had enough self-respect to not come back to the medicine cat's den dripping in mud. Not that he cared what Serpentberry thought of him, and, really, the idea of getting under her pelt by showing up in such a state of disarray was amusing to consider; but again, he wouldn't debase himself like that.

He watched as the apprentice that had been standing nearby and become an unwitting casualty of the mud escapade had a short exchange with Fawnkit - of course the she-kit would be there, in the midst of such an absurd game - and then lowered herself to getting involved in the kits' game. It was a disgusting back-and-forth of covering one another in mud until Fawnkit slipped into one of the puddles and began thrashing about. Thornkit's twitching tail stilled for a moment, steely gaze drifting from Fawnkit to the apprentice, wondering if the older cat was going to do anything to help the flailing kit that couldn't help herself out of a mud puddle. The thought of, would it really be so bad to lose her here and now, if she couldn't even free herself from a puddle? crossed Thornkit's mind and he jolted, startled at his own train of thought.

THORNKIT—he/him + 02 moons
ThunderClan kit
NPC ♡ NPC | adopted by Serpentberry
Brother to Falsekit, Faithkit
Mate to N/A | Father to N/A
Mentored by N/A | Mentoring N/A

penned by Archivist

 

[Webfrost]

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https://www․purrgatory.net/Plot_Twists/info?=Webpaw

Webpaw feels a moment of panic as Fawnkit's head sinks under the mud, and she leaps forward to help clear the puddle and dig for the kit. Luckily, the younger cat managed to break through the surface on her own, and now the both of them are covered in mud.

She stares, wide-eyed, at Fawnkit as the kit giggles over the whole experience. Her own chest is heaving, and she pads forward slowly, licking a bit of mud off the kit's nose.

"Don't do that again," she says, her voice trembling as she tries to be assertive. "Could you imagine what would have happened if you died? Or permanently hurt yourself?" I'd be in so much trouble.

"You can't just be so reckless all the time, Fawnkit!"

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ThunderClan Apprentice
9 moons || she/her
SPEECH || THOUGHTS​

 

[Cinderstep Cinderstep]

From the sidelines, Cinderpaw watches as Webpaw and Fawnkit play in the mud. Eyes flick between each, watching as mud flies between the two. A glob lands on Webpaw, and then she puts some on top of the kit's head, and now the kit is -- Oh nevermind, she's okay. The breath Cinderpaw was unknowingly holding comes out, allowing the apprentice to breathe normally. Thank the stars, the kit survived. A chuckle escapes the tortie as he shakes his head. He wouldn't lie if he didn't say he almost wanted to join in, but he needed to act oh so mature now. The tom was close to being a warrior, and he couldn't just roll around in the mud! But... What was stopping him, really? This silly thought that just because he was going to be a warrior, that he had to be like an adult? That... that was stopping him. And also the mess he would have to spend getting off of him. No thanks. Instead, he decides to sit and watch the pair play around, curious for what was to come next.

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CINDERPAW he/him, thunderclan apprentice, 13 moons old.
a sh black-red tortie w low white and green eyes. he has a shorter build with a long tail and tufted ears, long lashes surrounding his eyes.
mentored by none // mentoring none
littermate to none
NPC x NPC / father/mother to none / mated to none
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by doc ↛ m0dernd0c on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[FLICKERDANCE]

Flickerpaw is just as astonished as Webpaw is. She stands beside the other apprentice, watching kits make a mess of themselves—the kind of mess that they will not be cleaning up, as their mothers and other caregivers will be forced to lick those dirty pelts clean soon enough. And the camp... Flickerpaw groans, imagining herself soak up the stray bits of mud with wet moss or a sturdy branch. Those sorts of chores are always left to the apprentices; warriors will continue attending to their important duties, and at most will only shoot pitiful glances towards the 'paws.

Flickerpaw narrowly avoids getting her own fur muddied by ducking behind Webpaw. She is slower to approach when Fawnkit all but dips under the surface of the mud, as if it was a wild stream in the forest, and only exhales in relief when the kit resurfaces again. Despite the moment of panic, Flickerpaw is amused by Webpaw's outburst.

"I don't think anybody has died from mud before."

If that were true, ShadowClan likely would not have chosen the pocosin for themselves. That place reeks of sticky accidents.

"And Fawnkit did not end up being the first. Relax."

 

[Copperstorm]

You walk along the edge of danger
AND IT WILL CHANGE YOU

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Copperstorm watched the kits with quiet amusement, a light smile tugging at his scarred muzzle as he tilted his head, listening to the indignities Webpaw, Dewshine's apprentice, was spouting. He observed with careful eyes, ready to move, when suddenly little Fawnkit tumbled into the mud, sinking down. A flash of worry gripped his heart, would she end up at the medicine den? But then came a giggle and a bright-eyed, mud-covered kit, unharmed and safe.

A puff of breath escaped him as he lowered himself to the ground, grimacing as he felt the thick, sticky mud cling to his fur. Really, it was worse than he thought. Muttering under his breath, he quickly rose and tried to shake off the worst of it, though bits of leaves and nature already clung to his pelt.

" Careful. " he finally grunted to the kit and apprentice. " Don't let yourselves get hurt through some game. " His golden eyes flicked toward Flickerpaw. He knew she was right, nobody had died from mud before, but Fawnkit could have if no one had intervened, or if she hadn't pulled herself out. Copperstorm let out a low chuckle. " You're going to give the caregivers and yourself a lot of cleaning to do, I think. " he mused finally, tilting his head a bit. " Don't linger too long in the mud... Don't want anyone getting sick. "

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