PAFP Camp UP ON THE HIGH WIRE [leaf clearing]

[TORRIDPAW TORRIDPAW]

✦∘𓈒・ The dry leaves that have fallen into the camp have befouled them since the cold first began to sink in—Torridpaw hates the grating sound they make under his feet, the crunch that makes his ears pin themselves flat against his skull when he is forced to walk through them. He bats at them now, trying to clear them with a black-capped paw, but the leaves fight back. The slight breeze picks them up, sweeps them right back to where they had been before the apprentice began clearing his path through them. Eyes narrowing, they swat irritably at a clump of the leaves, their voice dropping into a growl. "I swear that I will vanquish you someday, villain- huh?" A sudden noise from behind them catches their attention—it's a small and soft sound, and would surely be unnoticeable if not for Torridpaw's skilled, seeking ears. But they hear it nonetheless, and whirl on their heel to face whatever foul creature has almost managed to sneak up on them. They open their mouth in preparation to let out a battle cry, and…

Before them (formerly behind them) stands a kit, one with a coat cleaved in twain and eyes the color of flower petals. "Oh. Faithkit. Good evening," they greet the kit with stuttering words, caught off guard and attempting not to show it. They are a brilliant actor, so it should be no problem for them to keep a straight face in spite of their surprise. "Have you been following me, small one? You could learn a great deal about being a valiant apprentice, if you continue to trail after me. For now, however… you will make a grand squire." Their assessment comes with a tilted head and a snuggle-toothed smile, tail a swishing metronome behind them.

i’m the singer ✧✧✧ and the song

• ooc: @Faithkit
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  TORRIDPAW ✦∘𓈒・ he/she/they, apprentice of thunderclan
  ✧ longhaired tortoiseshell with high white and golden eyes.
  ✧ loud and bright, tries hard to be the best they can be at every task.
  ✧ peaceful or healing powerplay is allowed ; enjoys physical contact
  ✧ played by foxlore

 

[Faithkit]

FAITHKIT

A BOUQUET OF BRAMBLES

SHE/HERx THUNDERCLAN KITx 04 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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You held no interest in the rotting leaves prior, why care for something so fragile? There were much sturdier things for you to sink your claws in. In some morbid way, the fragile matter in how they crunch remind you of your own weak bones. There is a certain frenzy in how Torridpaw seems to carry themself, you immediately know that it's him mauling these clusters from her frankly dramatic manner of speech. How she could find interest in something so mundane you don't know, you do know however that it carries your paws featherlight towards them. You desire to learn how to have fun, to see something to do with such a mundane sight.

This small self sufficient game carried on for a short period, you following Torridpaw and trying to occasionally act out their own actions. You're getting taller after all, so that must mean that with time should you not succumb to any illness once again. That you could become as competent as them, of course you push aside any time you have witnessed Torridpaw not upholding this expectation of confidence that you've set. Otherwise that would completely shatter any hope you have. You were so certain that your approach was subtle, though you stand tall enough so that you definitely do not flinch when he suddenly whirls on you, ignoring the fact that you clearly did by the twitching of muscles and how you jerk your head back.

"Good evening" your tone falls flat, squinting at the apprentice and committing the fact that it always looks like they're crying to memory. "I have" you probably shouldn't admit to following them but that blunt honesty falls flat. "Grand squire.... I like that" you think it sounds important. You don't actually know what that means, though you didn't want to ask just in case you were left bitterly disappointed. "What can I do as a Grand Squire?" you put emphasis in the words, trying to make it sound even more important than before. "I could help... vanquish the leaves?" That sounded vaguely heroic, could even be an apprentice task.

 

[MOONKIT MOONKIT]

MOONKIT
SHE/HER
4 MOONS
THUNDERCLAN KIT

PENNED BY EMPYREAN

It was hard not to notice Torridpaw. He was loud and friendly, and had a childlike love of games that made him popular with the other kits. She imagined her brother would be something like him as an apprentice. Moonkit is watching the camp from the nursery entrance when he starts making a fuss with the leaves. Her eyes drift over to him, and she tilts her head as he slashes at the fallen leaves like they are fearsome foes.

It takes her a moment longer to notice Faithkit in their shadow. She is more like Moonkit; quiet and reserved, blending into the background of the camp's commotion. Moonkit likes her. The caregiver's have already shooed her from the nursery for today, so she wanders in their direction. It would be nice to spend more time with her new friend.

Moonkit cuts through the camp, walking right between ongoing conversations and ducking under the legs of other cats. She walks as fast as she can without breaking into a run. One moment she is at the nursery the next she is beside Torridpaw, looking up at the apprentice with wide, curious eyes. This was a new game to her, she had never heard of a squire before. Though if Faithkit was going to be one, she supposes she can try it. "...can I be her squire?" Moonkit, asks, nodding toward Faithkit.

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[TORRIDPAW TORRIDPAW]

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Faithkit is remarkably receptive to their offer, and it draws a bright grin onto the apprentice's muzzle. Although she had flinched when Torridpaw whirled around, the kit seems bold enough to see their project through until the end, and that is enough for Torridpaw to be glad for her aid. But she asks what she can do as Grand Squire and—-why had Torridpaw not considered such a position himself? "No, not a Grand Squire, a grand sq—you know what? Yes. Yes, you can be a Grand Squire if it so pleases you." It isn't what he'd intended when he'd called her that, but… eh. Kits will be kits, and nothing bad can come of allowing Faithkit to believe she holds a more special role in the battle against these leaves. He nods to the fawn-colored kit, then turns to face Moonkit, who asks to be Faithkit's squire. "And you can be the Grand Squire's… not-as-grand squire. Still a squire, and capable of lending us your assistance!" And all the while, Torridpaw can be the gallant knight that the two shall clean up after, aiding in their battle to stem the incessant tides of leaves that encroach upon their camp.

"See, our camp is being accosted by these… these fiends! They crunch and growl and hinder our movements—soon all of ThunderClan shall be drowned beneath them! No sunlight, no prey, nothing to be found." Their explanation is a tad dramatic, they will concede, but they need to sell the idea to the new squires in order for them to participate. As they swat at another pile of dry leaves, their claws sink into it, shredding many of them into bits before using their tail and paws to shove the leaves farther toward the edge of camp. "Myself being a bold knight, of course, have found a way to drive them from our lands. By stomping and sweeping them, we can banish them before they gain a foothold here. You may assist me by helping stomp them down." To demonstrate, they take a deep breath to steel themself, then hop bodily into the next pile of leaves that they see. To pack it down to manageable size, they begin to stomp with all their might, turning circles to ensure their paws touch every single leaf possible.

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TORRIDPAW

HE/SHE/THEY, THUNDERCLAN APPRENTICE
✧ longhaired tortoiseshell with high white & golden eyes
✧ loud & bright, eager to be the best they can be at every task
✧ peaceful powerplay allowed ; enjoys physical contact
✧ played by foxlore