and i am iron man (open to SC/WC, one liners only)

Poppypaw quietly padded around camp, a clover in his mouth, gazing at his clanmates as they were conversing in the distance; nothing they were talking about seemed to interest the black tuxedo tom very much, so he kept on walking around.

ooc: credit to kiikko for the idea! i wanted to make one for shadowclan. you don't have to make it one line, but it's made to be a topic that's a muse break/fast post for everyone involved (but theoretically you can take it as a challenge if you so wish to).

Having eaten a satisfying meal, the plump WindClanner named Fuzzface napped near a pile of boulders that sat near the edge of camp. Life was peaceful, that was… until some-cat jolted him awake. Had they stepped on him, or maybe tripped over him?

Taking inspiration from the ShadowClan kit, Russetrye snuck up behind Sleeps… then… then…then… pounced with an epic war cry, knocking them both to the ground, yowling at the top of her lungs, “Go get ‘im, ‘kit- hey, ‘paw, go help out your Clanmate!”

Realizing that his sister just pounced on a WindClan cat (there seemed to be quite a few WindClan cats here currently), Poppypaw turned to look at the other cats, smirking at them. "Well, it's more fun to watch than be in the dogpile. You two can attest to that, can't ya?"

Letting out an audible "oof" sound from deep in his gut, Fuzzface lifted his head up and turned his amber gaze to see a small kit clinging to his back. "Whoa there," the stout warrior huffed. Part of him wanted to protest, but his tiredness triumphed any anger he might have towards the situation. She was small enough he supposed, as long as she kept those needle claws to herself...

“I doubt Fuzzbutt would be anyClan’s first choice for a spy,” Russetrye huffed, roughly headbutting Sleepyhollow’s thick fur with a snorting laugh, almost like they’d ganged up on Silverwing as kits all those moons ago.