PAFP Camp THE STORY GETS ERODED WITH TIME [sunset]

[SLITHERPAW SLITHERPAW]

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The first few days of being an apprentice are nothing like Slitherpaw had imagined. Instead of setting out on heroic adventures and catching prey, they find themself struggling. Real prey like mice and squirrels aren't as slow as the bugs and tails they'd hunted in their kithood, and they are relegated to only doing what Applehop allows them to. They've only gotten to see the edges of the territory twice so far, and their patrols have turned up nothing intriguing.

The trees have lost most of their leaves by now, offering a rare view of the horizon through tree trunks and underbrush. The sun has approached and then dipped beyond the distant horizon, its dying rays staining the cloudy sky in hues of gold, pink, and violet, each of them fading into the dark blue of nighttime. Stars twinkle at the edges of his vision where land meets sky, and mismatched eyes widen at the sight. "Oh, Falsssepaw, look," he calls out, waving a paw to the first cat who happens to pass by. Whether Falsepaw will appreciate the sunset's beauty or not is a mystery, but the bicolored tabby would feel guilty keeping such a sight to himself. Sharing the view with his fellow brand-new apprentice could even help to lift Falsepaw's spirits. "Isn't it ssso pretty? I've never seen the ssky turn that color before! Have you?"

OOC @FALSEKIT

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SLITHERKIT

HE/THEY, THUNDERCLAN KIT
❀ fluffy black smoke with white spotting and mismatched eyes
❀ bold and playful ; adventurous and curious
❀ speaks with a slight hiss on "S" sounds
❀ npc x npc ; no known kin
❀ peaceful powerplay allowed ; enjoys physical contact
❀ played by foxlore

 

[FALSEPAW]

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Falsepaw had seen this view many times before, and now that they had become an apprentice, it hadn't differed at all. It was always the same, after all - the sun set beyond the horizon, a slow creep towards the edges of the jagged edges of the sky. Soon, motes of shimmering light took their place as the fixtures of the endless night. Dying sunrays lie lazily upon each of the silhouettes of the camp, giving way to smatterings of stars on the sides of the sky, as if pinprick eyes shining from the veil of an incumbent night. With the trees all stripped of their obtrusive leaves, only roughened bark-claws grasped upwards. As the fawn tortoiseshell decompressed after a training session with Briarfox, it was then that they felt truly regarded by the quiet wonder of the world. Pale-colored ears pricked upwards as Slitherpaw called for them, seemingly only for them to join him in admiring the grandeur of the sunset, a pursuit with little other prerogative nor deeper desire. It seemed that he had noticed the splendorous view - not that it was particularly cryptic or hidden.

"It is pretty. I haven't seen the sky this clearly before." Falsepaw mewed quietly as he took a seat besides Slitherpaw. The young apprentice's face remained stoic, stone-carved, and much unlike the other's more excitable demeanor. "What do you think it's caused by? Is it the sun simply retreating farther than where we can see it? Or, is it the sun dying and bleeding out, only to be reborn by the next morning?" Falsepaw posited next, the slightest furrow tilling along fey and pallid-hued features.

OOC.

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FALSEPAW​

—— AMAB Agender / Any Pronouns & Gendered Terms
—— Apprentice of Thunderclan / Mentored by Briarfox
—— Adopted by Serpentberry / Biological sibling to Faithpaw & Thornpaw
—— A shorthaired fawn tortoiseshell with medium-high white and greyish-blue eyes. Walks with a confident, almost unassuming posture. Talks with a calm and collected voice, and one much too mature for their age.
—— Outwardly, Falsepaw is an affable and polite cat with natural charisma. Within the controlled walls of their own making, they are a skeptical and nihilistic soul, often going about in life in accordance to their own morbid curiosity.
—— Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.​

Penned by TEMPEST