"Herb Time!" [apprentice & kit event!]

[nyme]

WE'LL BUILD A FIRE IN YOUR EYES

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SALAMANDERPAW . 7 MOONS . SHE/HER . RIVERCLAN

☆ attendance here precedes punishment+confinement to camp!

Salamanderpaw perks up, seeing who she's on errands with. Her right-hand-cat and...thay other guy!! Beaverpaw!! Aaaand someone else!!! She can recall wanting Beaverpaw in on her warband many moons ago...now, with a long and skeptical look shot at the tom, she wonders if that plan might still be worth enacting. Every warrior worth a damn needs a posse to roll with, right? She's got to start hers somewhere...

"Hey! Beaverpaw! How hard can you hit?" She's not thinking about herbs at all right now. After an attempt at greeting Seapaw the usual way (a rough headbump aimed at their shoulder), she gets straight to interviewing. "Did your mentor teach you how to mess cats up yet? You have to tell me." In fact, she's so not paying attention to their task that she makes a mess of her collection of the little orangey-yellow whatever-they-ares, yanking up sprouts with such force that she gets a few roots unearthed in the process. Yuck, this is so lame! Medicine cats must have been invented as some kind of sick punishment from Starclan.

+3 ???

"Gleh, theshe tase rodden!" She complains through her mouthful, hauling it back to Berryshine quickly. Salamanderpaw spits the flowers out after a moment, not letting the unknown cat (to her) in their little entourage go unquestioned:

"Hey, Cricketpaw! That's you, right? Cricketpaw? How hard can you hit?"

@Silvershadow13 ; CRICKETPAW
@Idiotic.Bean101 ; BEAVERPAW
@sleepyyjax ; SEAPAW

[Idiotic.Bean101]

 

Beaverpaw-He/Him
8 Moons
48/100


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Both Seapaw and Salamanderpaw had flowers now.
Well... sorta both.

Oh, Salamanderpaw was speaking to him now.
Uh, good thing he had just set the flowers down for a moment while he waited to go.
How hard can he hit...?
"Um... I'm not... sure?" Beaverpaw replied quietly, as per usual "I... have been given.. battle training, though."

He then watched as she was talking to Cricketpaw as well.
He doesn't know that apprentice yet.

He does spot Riftpaw though.
Honestly, he's glad there's at least a few cats he knows here.
At least some things stay unchanging.


@nyme - @sleepyyjax
@Silvershadow13 (for Cricketpaw mention)
@korok (for Riftpaw mention)

[Silvershadow13]

•| Cricket'Paw |•
47/100

She glanced up from her flowers when her name was called.

How hard could she... hit? The tabby apprentice shrugged, she didn't exactly know that off the top of her head.

"Like soft, medium, or hard?" how would one classify a hit. Beaverpaw elaborated saying he hadn't had any battle training, and Cricket'Paw nodded,

"No worries, neither have I." turning her gray gaze back to Salamanderpaw, her tail flicked slightly. "I don't know, if you want I could try it on you, though, it might be... Possibly weak." well it was better to admit she had no idea how strong she was straight up than lie about it.

@nyme - @sleepyyjax
@Idiotic.Bean101

[sleepyyjax]

Seapaw
he/they - 7 moons - Go with the flow

*UMPH* - the apprentice stumbled as his sister headbutted him - was he ever prepared for that?!?! Mess cats up?? Uh oh...Looks like they wouldn't be impressing Salamanderpaw anytime soon. "Uhhhh, not yet - but I can hunt real good!" they pounced down excitedly - 'real good' may be a bit of an overstatement... They'd caught a total of one vole. "Anyways, messing cats up is your speciality!" He chimed, ear flickering. Beaverpaw had battle training, but he didn't seem super confident. It was a comfort to know that not everyone was super into fighting - even if they weren't terrified of it the same was Seapaw was. He feared he didn't have much to add on the topic of fighting - last time Oliverat tried to teach him... "I'm sure you can hit harder than me, Cricketpaw!" he joked, "just uh, don't try it out on me-" ears flattened a little awkwardly as he clarified.

@nyme @Idiotic.Bean101 @Silvershadow13