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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 25, 2024 17:14:12 GMT -5
Sablefrost
Sablefrost’s eyes widened as Cloverpounce moved closer and wrapped her tail around her. Sablefrost hadn’t quite realized how much bigger Cloverpounce was compared to her. Taller, stronger, and with far more fluff.
Sablefrost didn’t often feel small when she was with her equally tiny nephew, or when she compared herself to cats like Beedance or Puddleheart. However, compared to Cloverpounce, Sablefrost suddenly felt very small.
Not…not in a bad way though.
After a few seconds, Sablefrost realized Cloverpounce was still talking and Sablefrost blinked, quickly pulling herself from her thoughts to listen. ”Oh…I’m not nervous, I mean…it would be embarrassing to get out during the first game, but I’m not nervous, I don’t even want to be leader, I don’t think half the clan even knows I exist,” Sablefrost explained quickly and paused once she realized she was rambling slightly.
She never did this.
Get it together, Sablefrost.
Sablefrost looked down. ”Pantherprowl thought I should enter, so I did,” she explained, fidgeting a little.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 25, 2024 17:26:10 GMT -5
Thundersnap Camp | With Steelfish (soot)
Thundersnap cocked his head to the side as he listened to Steelfish, a soft look in his eyes. Steelfish claimed he wasn’t one for decorations, and maybe they was true, though Thundersnap personally thought that he just hadn’t the right type of decorations.
Thundersnap hummed softly, looking Steelfish over. ”You should try a necklace,” he suggested and lifted his paw to gently place on Steelfish’s chest. ”Perhaps one with fish scales and sea shells,” he mused and tipped his head to the side, a purr vibrating from the back of his throat. ”Yes, I think something like that would even make Okeaneos jealous.”
Perhaps flowers and paint weren’t quite Steelfish’s thing, but Thundersnap was confident they could find something that was.
He lowered his paw, glancing away as the conversation moved to the gods. Thundersnap looked up at the quickly dwindling sunlight. ”The gods must know how much this clan means to me. There’s so many cats competing, and I am thrilled to see it. But I can only hope that each cat competing is taking it as seriously as I am,” Thundersnap explained and looked back at Steelfish. ”Nothing means more to me than protecting MyrtleClan however I can.”
And when he was leader, Thundersnap would be able to protect everyone.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 25, 2024 17:35:04 GMT -5
Puddleheart Camp | With Ambrosiadew (soot)
Puddleheart quickly padded back into his den and immediately felt the tension leave his shoulders once he was no longer visible to the whole clan. Here, in his little den that smelled so strongly of herbs, Puddleheart was safe. No one could judge him here….well, no one except for himself…and the gods, and also probably Pomegranatefur’s ghost.
But no one else could.
He blinked, glancing back at Ambrosiadew when he mentioned the flower crown. ”Hmm? Oh…yes, Pomegranatefur taught me, she used to flick her tail at me whenever I messed up,” Puddleheart explained absentmindedly. ”She didn’t let me stop until I had perfected it.”
Puddleheart had remembered complaining at the time that he was training to be a medicine cat and shouldn’t need to learn how to make flower crowns, but he had already put this particular skill to use more than once.
When Ambrosiadew requested that he bowed his head a little, Puddleheart obliged. He was already one of the smallest cats in the clan, even full grown, but it would he knew in this case it was less about height and more about adjusting the crown just right.
Soon, it sat perched on his head and Puddleheart moved his ears slightly until it felt comfortable. ”Thank you,” he said, blinking as he glanced over at Ambrosiadew. ”I’m not so sure about handsome though, or a proper medicine cat, but…it’s a start, I suppose,” Puddleheart determined and turned away.
He didn’t even feel like a proper medicine cat yet, but at least now he vaguely looked like one.
Puddleheart paused slightly when Ambrosiadew asked about paint and then he quickly shook his head.
”No, no, don’t worry about that. I’m running out of time before nightfall, and you already helped me with the crown, I think that’s good enough,” Puddleheart decided and cleared his throat as he glanced toward the entrance of the den. ”We should head back out there.”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 25, 2024 17:44:29 GMT -5
Goosefreckle
Goosefreckle purred softly when Rainpaw asked to be decorated like Okeaneos. He knew that there had been some…controversial opinions on the sea god ever since the flood, but Rainpaw was quite sure it was by the will of Okeaneos that he had been saved, and if that’s what Rainpaw thought, then it was what Goosefreckle thought too.
And if it was through Okeaneos that Laurelstar saved his son, then Goosefreckle would worship Okeaneos almost as much as he worshipped his own mate….almost.
”You know, Rainpaw, I think I know just what to do,” Goosefreckle decided and glanced toward the other entertainers. Everyone was still gathering, there was time.
So, Goosefreckle discreetly walked back off the stage, gesturing for Rainpaw to follow him. He finally stopped once he had found some hollowed out wooden bowls of sorts full of the blue paint. ”Now, come sit, and I will make a proper sea god out of you,” Goosefreckle insisted, flicking his tail toward the ground for Rainpaw to sit.
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Post by Sand on Jul 25, 2024 17:47:18 GMT -5
Whimbrelstep camp — accompanied by: Furzestomp she/her - warrior
Before Bumbledance was going to introduce Whimbrelstep alongside the other competitors, she wanted to find Furzestomp. She had some explaining to do after all. Joining the Games was something serious, wasn’t it?
Sitting atop the feline’s head was a flower crown made out of aconites, which were blue-purple flowers, and bright yellow crocus buds were entwined together with ivy. A few loose leaves stood out of Whimbrelstep’s crown. Dark blue paint covered her pelt in the shape of waves and small bubbles. She had yet to weave flowers into her pelt. Whimbrelstep’s pale blue gaze scoured the crowd for Furzestomp, wondering where he had wandered off to. Hopefully he would be accepting of her decision to join the Lightning Games.
Once she had found the white tom, she carefully padded over to him. The brown spotted tabby didn’t want her crown to fall off nor did she want to ruin the paint on her pelt. “Furzestomp! How do I look?” she asked before glancing at him. “I… want to be a part of the Games, love. What do you think?”
The hunter’s gaze held steady, awaiting his response
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 25, 2024 17:53:29 GMT -5
Fawnpaw
Fawnpaw blinked a little in surprise when Flickerpaw, and then Ivypaw approached her. Fawnpaw liked to think she was more alert than that, but she had been lost in her thoughts and hadn’t expected either of them to find her.
They wanted to know what she was thinking and Fawnpaw immediately froze up, her muscles tensing and ears perked as she looked between them. Fawnpaw’s mind raced with thoughts of the Lost Cave and whatever she and Rainpaw had disturbed there just earlier today. However, she had promised Rainpaw she wouldn’t talk about that.
Not even to her closest friends.
So, instead, Fawnpaw forced herself to focus on the second most important conversation. ”You guys missed something really cool earlier! I got to see Thundersnap find his token, he just stumbled across it, right at Astrapeos’ Summit! It’s like the gods left it for him!”Fawnpaw blurted out and quickly looked over the camp. ”It got me thinking…some cats, like Thundersnap, clearly have the gods looking out for him. But…but he isn’t the only choice for leader. I think Stoatchase would make a great leader!”
Fawnpaw turned back to the others and smirked. ”Which is why I have a plan,” she announced and bounded into the apprentice’s den, finding her nest.
She quickly pulled out a small, squirrel skull from her nest and showed it to the others. ”I got this for Stoatchase!” Fawnpaw explained as she set it down in front of Flickerpaw and Ivypaw. Though she left out the part on how she had to spend hours meticulously eating everything from the squirrel except for the skull and then clean it to make it look nice.
”I was thinking that if someone distracts Puddleheart and the others, I can sneak by and add it directly to Laurelstar’s nest for Stoatchase! Everyone will know it’s for him, I mean, look at it! Who else would have a token this cool?” She asked, gesturing to the skull before returning her gaze to her friends, beaming at them. ”Soooo, what do you think?”
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Jul 25, 2024 18:11:51 GMT -5
Stormshriek
Stormshriek padded quietly through the camp, watching as his fellow clanmates adorned themselves with paint, flowers, and other kinds of decoration. He was... not disgusted, per se, but he definitely was not impressed with some of them. They felt too loud, too bold, too showy for his taste. His decoration was simple - deep blue covering his spine, shoulder blades, and the tops of his hips in an undulating shape that almost resembled a cloud, with thin jagged lines crisscrossing their way down his legs and tail like bolts of lightning. No flowers were going to be woven into his fur, that was certain.
It wasn't long before Stormshriek found himself looking for Fireblaze, the only cat in the clan he truly felt comfortable calling a friend. They were close enough now that he would often seek Fireblaze out to spend time together, and occasionally ended up hanging out with other cats as well when they tagged along. Frankly, Fireblaze was the reason Stormshriek had any form of relationship with anyone else in the clan. He was just slightly too temperamental and stubborn to allow anyone close to his heart. If he was a thinking cat, he'd likely decide that it had something to do with not knowing who his parents were, or where they were, for that matter.
Perhaps he could assist Fireblaze with his decorations, if the other tom wasn't finished yet. Or maybe they could sit together during the introductions. Whichever way, Stormshriek would be.... happy. That wasn't a word often associated with Stormshriek, but he knew what it felt like. It was the warmth that spread through his chest whenever Fireblaze was near. It was the chill that ran down his spine when their shoulders brushed, or Fireblaze offered to help groom a particularly hard-to-reach spot like his shoulders. It was the unending way he found himself looking for the other tom, when they were apart, as though just seeing him near would allow Stormshriek to interact with others in a way that wasn't antagonistic.
If he was truly a thinking cat, Stormshriek would know what those feelings actually meant. But Stormshriek is not a thinking cat, and does not understand the depth of his emotions. So instead, he wondered aloud where his 'friend' was, eyes scanning the area around him for that unmistakeable coat. |
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Jul 25, 2024 18:24:47 GMT -5
Peachblossom
at camp | with Pantherprowl(mentioned), mentions Sorrelmist and Sweetripple [ sand ]
Peachblossom trotted through camp, complimenting their fellow clanmates here and there as they saw everyone's decoration. Their own stood vibrantly against their coat, the deep purple in high contrast to the pale cream of their fur. Drifttumble had done a surprisingly excellent job with it, as well as with weaving soft flowers and small, fragile animal bones into their fur. Head tilting, Peachblossom listened to see if they could hear a particular voice among the crowd.
They were looking for Pantherprowl, specifically. Many were surprised when Peachblossom and Pantherprowl had become good friends, despite the difference in their ages. Peachblossom, themself, wasn't even quite sure how it worked so well, but they weren't one to complain. Between Pantherprowl, Sorrelmist, and Sweetripple, they had a delightful number of what one would consider to be 'best friends'. Maybe they should be questioning the fact that their friends were so much younger than them, but really, did it matter?
Tuning back into the chaotic noise that was filling the camp as the clan prepared for the games to start, Peachblossom sat back on their haunches and turned their head, wondering where Pantherprowl had run off to. Surely he was nearby, so that Peachblossom could offer to help with his decoration if needed, or show off their own. Had he left camp? Should they venture out to see if they could find him? |
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Jul 25, 2024 19:10:26 GMT -5
 "Good! Then I'll just use that fur to line my nest, and then no one would dare steal your hairless face from me. For only I am destined to love it, even when it's hairless and ugly." Riverlily laughed after her response. As if anyone would actually try to steal her mate from her. She, and everyone else in Myrtleclan, knew that they belonged to each other. Nothing could get in the way of their love. Except maybe death.
Her purr practically vibrated her whole body, and she firmly pressed back against her mate as Windshear rubbed his body along hers. Her bright blue eyes glanced over to Laurelstar's nest, the tokens nearly piled high from many cats showing their interest in competing. She briefly wondered if all of them were seriously participating knowing that they could potentially be Myrtleclan's next leader. There were many trials ahead, and they had to trust that the gods, and Puddleheart, would make the right decision. Riverlily was confident that Windshear would make it to the very end.
Meeting his gaze, the chocolate pointed molly leaned forward to press her forehead against his. "That'll be interesting to watch you compete against your littermates. I'll be cheering for you the most." She gave a cheeky grin before licking his cheek once more. "You make me proud every day by loving me with all your heart, and just allowing me to be part of your life." Riverlily had no idea what she did to deserve such a lovely tom, but she thanked Agápithea and Etaírthea every night for him.
Thinking over his question, Riverlily pulled away slightly to sit down, still keeping their tails wrapped together. It was her instinct to tell him the truth, that she was easily fatigued and even had to take more breaks than usual, but she didn't want to worry him when he'd have to participate in the first night of the games any moment now. So, she put on a warm smile and tucked her head just below his chin. "I got to show Thornfang who's boss." Riverlily said with a laugh. "Just kidding, it went well! He even found his token while we were out. He'll need to pray to Mínyeos to even try to make it as far as I know you will." 
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With Mothflutter // 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 Guilt. Like a rock, heavy in the pit of her stomach as she watched Mothflutter pick at a flower that Pearlfeather had so meticulously placed. She watched it fall and felt too flustered to say or do anything. Hyacinthsong didn't think he'd become self-conscious over his appearance like that, but then again what did she really know of him? They had never been particularly close, even when they trained together. The latter half of her moons as an apprentice were like a blur. She'd trained and pushed herself so hard after losing her parents that any bond she'd made as a young hunters apprentice surely had been lost.
Perhaps it was their similar experience of losing their parents that always kept Mothflutter in the back of her mind. That, and she thought his mane looked pretty silly. It was hard not to smile whenever she sees him.
Suddenly her eyes widened, and the poor molly became even more flustered. It was so bad that the tips of her ears were turning pink. "The hyacinths?" As if she'd already forgotten, she rolled her eyes back like she'd actually be able to see the flowers adorning her head. "Right, yes, um. Thank you. Bluefin insisted, I don't usually look like this when- well I mean, like, during- I just. Thank you."
Hyacinthsong silently cursed under her breath, frustrated with herself for becoming so tongue-tied. His little smirk didn't help, and part of her really disliked that she actually found it endearing.
"You don't look ridiculous, by the way." There, that was her attempt at trying to lighten the mood, attempting her own little smirk as she moved to sit beside him. It felt awkward, but maybe that was just because she was. "Do you know anyone who's participating?"  Dovepetal laid in her nest in the elders den, her mind somewhere far away as she stared at nothing in particular. The only indication that she was actually alive was the slow rise and fall of her pelt as she breathed. The mostly white tabby molly had not gotten up for the rest of the day, but that was usual for the melancholic elder. It was rare to see her active, and even more so after the storm had taken yet another family member from her. She and Gemsbrook had never been the closest of sisters, but she was the last one she had left. Dovepetal appreciated her presence in the elders den.
It was the sudden cries and squeals of excitement in the camp that brought Dovepetal out of her detached thoughts, and a sudden curiosity overcame her. At least enough for the molly to limp over to the den entrance and try to make sense out of what was going on.
Looks like the games might begin. She thought to herself, now keeping an eye out for her granddaughter, Pumpkinpaw. What she saw instead was little Hymnalkit, outside of the nursery by himself, trying to put a poorly crafted flower crown on his head all by himself. How no one had noticed the young kit was beyond her, and she was about to go and fetch Crescentdawn when he had frolicked right past her.
"You're wearing it wrong." She spoke, probably for the first time in a couple of days. Her tone wasn't harsh, just matter-of-fact, and Dovepetal failed to see how she might be coming across as rude. Without saying much else, she leaned down and plucked the flower crown from his head. Quickly, and expertly, she wove the flowers to look more purposeful and placed the floral wreath back on his crown, all straight and tidy. "There, much better."
The lame molly looked around again, not spotting his mother either. It didn't seem safe for such a young kit to be frolicking about unsupervised when the games were nearly about to start, and there was so much excitement in camp. "Hm. Come."
Dovepetal, again without much else of a warning, leaned down and grabbed Hymnalkit by the scruff and limped her way over to where the entertainers kept their festival supplies. It wasn't a long walk, but the older molly felt winded by the time they'd arrived. She placed him in front of some colorful pots and nodded to them. "You're missing paints. What is your favorite color, I'll draw on your fur for you." |
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Post by soot on Jul 25, 2024 20:24:09 GMT -5
Flamedancer
Flamedancer had spent a good amount of the morning, and well into Ìliosikieos’ bright, shining afternoon, searching for a token, and idly patrolling familiar paths. She’d took at as a day of respect, for Laurelstar, and Fignose. And a day of.. celebration, perhaps? She’s not quite figured out her feelings on it, nor will she, with the sun so close to setting, and the stars appear. The much further ones.
Her flame dipped tail is curled around her body as she examines it, humming quietly where she’s sat, near wheee the entertainers have set out all of their supplies, open for use, or not. Thankfully Goosefreckle has been on top of everyone collecting just what they need, for the shows.
Currently, she has, if a bit of an odd choice for herself as it was chosen by some one else, a ring dandelions around her front paws, well secured, and not moving even a pinch. And small, bright white paint on the bridge of her nose, a small line. And paw prints of her shoulders. And a bright white snapdragon lays in front of her, ready to be laid across her spine.
If only she had an extra pair of paws to help her actually put it on. She sighs, lifting her head up, and taking a clear look around, a small frown on her face. She doesn’t have much time left, before Puddleheart’s announcement, and her own introduction. Which means she needs this sooner, rather later. And by sooner… she means about now.
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Post by soot on Jul 25, 2024 20:26:41 GMT -5
Ambrosiadew
Camp (Medicine den) -|- With Puddleheart ( 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖)
Ambrosiadew listened intently, when Puddleheart mentioned his recently passed mentor. Ambrosiadew couldn’t quite understand how Puddleheart feels, let alone the pressure, the anxiety- or what it’s like to lose a mentor. Ambrosiadew would be devestated if Goosefreckle..
Sighing, he gave a smile “The tail flicking certainly did the trick, if you got them down this good. Your stems are so neat.” The orange cat replies with melancholy mirth. “Maybe I oughta use that, if I get an apprentice.” He replies.The ask of a head tilted down was for ease of access, and partly because he himself isn’t all that much bigger than his companion. Larger than Puddleheart by a decent amount? Yes! But large in general? Not quite. His mother used to say he was blessed by Agápithea, even if he carried no resemblance to the god. He’d always purred at the comment, even if it was a bit overly much. He’ll take it gladly.“You’re more than welcome!” He chirps, tail flicking as he sets his front paws down. He gives a sour, pointed look, “Well if you don’t think yourself a proper medicine cat, than I don’t think I can quite yet trust your opinion there, friend.” He replies with a quirked smile, quickly paying attention moments later to the other cats response.“Ah- of course! You’re right, there. Ìliosikieos only stays for so long.” He replies, already on his paws, gesturing for the other cat to exit first before following after him.
He’ll paint his friend all pretty and handsome next time he supposes. Maybe.. tomorrow. |
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Post by soot on Jul 25, 2024 20:41:49 GMT -5
Steelfish
Camp -|- With Thundersnap ( 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖)
Steelfish looked mildly surprised at the suggestion. Even more so a flicker of an ear Thundersnap lifted a paw, and.. ever so gently set it on his chest. Steelfish’s heart still a steady beat, even with the touch that he so dearly wants to lean into, and slot his head right under Thundersnap’s own.
He gives a bashful expression, exterior as generally calm as ever, “A necklace?” He questions after a slight clearing of his throat, brown eyes seeming more like dark honey with the last lights of the day. Steelfish actually.. thinks a necklace would be quite nice.“That.. is something to try.” He adds a tinge more quietly, eyes trying not to widen at the purr he just slightly hears. His ears dip visibly at his second comment. “We- will have to see. I suppose if you’re that confident in the idea, I should give it a thought.” He says.
He’s always know Thundersnap to be self confident, and a reliable cat. Valuing of his clan. Steelfish just- he doesn’t quite think any other cat reacts like he himself does when Thundersnap simply says his name. It’s absurd really. Something he long since identified, but it never quite went away. It heightened.
Steelfish flicks an ear, refocusing his attention. “I surely hope so. Though some might merely see it as a challenge. Some test. Maybe even a way to respect Laurelstar.” He says, he’d certainly seen a few cats out in tokens. A few he hasn’t expected.
At the last words Thundersnap said, he caught the other cat’s gaze, “I’ve yet to doubt.” He replies softly. |
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Post by lepidopteran on Jul 25, 2024 21:08:07 GMT -5
Cloverpounce Camp | With Sablefrost (𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 ) Cloverpounce didn’t take her eyes off the she-cat as she talked, tilting her head as she listened intently. Then she chuckled, a hearty sound befitting a large, jovial cat such as herself. Her tail flicked away as she licked her chest to ensure her four-leafed clover didn’t come loose. “Well, I’d say Pantherprowl is right to encourage ya! And o’ course you’re well known, you're a great scout, darlin’!” She purred, letting her tail rest over her paws. “Besides, you don’t have to want to be leader to participate. I mean, I don’t wanna be leader either, I’m just joining in to have some fun.” She made a face, tongue sticking out, clearly trying to make Sablefrost laugh. “Eugh, all that responsibility… ‘Sides, would mean less time with friends like you!” As she looked out she glanced at the nest. And bit down a comment about how sleeping in that den would feel wrong. Would feel like she was trying to replace her mother when nothing could or would. But a comment like that was just plain gloomy, and she didn’t want to worry anyone with her own moping. It was a lot easier to just ignore those nasty feelings and focus on something else. Like trying to make her clanmates smile. Specifically right now, Sablefrost. |
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Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
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Post by Ember34 on Jul 25, 2024 21:11:40 GMT -5
Poppyshine-Camp-Open, will be Vinedclaw(soot) Poppyshine's fur was adorned with dark colored paints to contrast to his light colored fur, a crown of flowers, sat on his head. As he looked around the camp, he couldn't help but imagine what Solarflare would decorate his fur with. Maybe paints? His fur would look relaly nice with dark colored paint, maybe some green for sure it would look really nice with his ginger fur...flowers or shells would look make him look really lretty to.. He thought to himself, he had seen plenty of different decorations so far on his clanmates, and he couldn't help but wonder what Solarflare would do with his fur, he hadn't intended to fall for the younger tom, but soemthing about him had caught his interest, not that he had actually made any efforts yet in trying to convey his feelings. Quickly shaking out his head to clear his thoughts, petals fluttering off from the now lopsided crown on top of his head, the tom flicked out his tail as he glanced around the camp. It would be the first games he'd get to watch, and he couldn't help but wonder what his friends thought about them, searching the camp he looked for Vinedclaw or Fireblaze, he tried to move a paw up to fix the crown, only for it to fall off further and sitting crooked on half of his face. In an effort to further fix it he moved one of his paws upward to try get it tilted, only succeeding in hooking one of his claws in the woven stems, and in an attempt to get free one of his other paws slipping out from under him, sending the tom crashing into the ground, the crown floating down and unceremoniously plopping back onto his head crooked. |
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Post by lepidopteran on Jul 25, 2024 21:26:10 GMT -5
Flickerpaw
Flickerpaw wasn’t ashamed of much and certainly not of the fact that she was soo jealous she missed such a cool thing like Thundersnap getting his token. Something basically delivered right to him from the Gods? Flickerpaw knew the admirable tom was meant for something great, and he was probably already chosen by the Gods as the next leader. But at the mention of Stoatchase, her intrigued expression dropped to mild disinterest. She knew her friend was fond of her mentor but the guy was just so weird! She’d seen him leave at all hours of the day and night to go hunting, sometimes not returning till the next day, and always with that weird look in his eyes. And sure, she did eat the food he brought them (or well, things he brought Fawnpaw that they just shared) but that didn’t mean she liked him! “Well, uh... Yeah, I guess he does have some... uh 'leaderly' qualities... He sure is, um, good at hunting.” Flickerpaw suppressed the urge to roll their eyes at the idea of Stoatchase becoming Stoatstar, because that’d hurt the other apprentice’s feelings. She glanced to Ivypaw, adding. “I bet Cloverpounce’ll do real good though.” But she perked up immediately at the sight of the skull (gross as it was). Oh ho ho… Her tail swished back and forth mischievously. A little meddling was right up her alley. “Ohh… I see.. Y’know what, that is an awesome idea, Fawny! I'll help you out with that..” She grinned. “I think being in the games will do him some good, don’t you think?” She turned to Ivypaw, resting her tail against him, conspiratorially. “Wanna help get Stoatchase’s token in the nest?” |
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𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
just a sleepy guy
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Jul 25, 2024 22:42:32 GMT -5
 "I know why I had my problems with you, but it's in the past. I'm ready to let it go."
"I can only hope that you are too, and we can work on bettering ourselves. Together, even?"
Orangesky had never been in her head so much since after her conversation with Bayfeather. No one had ever changed the orange tabby's impression of themselves so quickly before. Once Orangesky made up her mind about someone it was hard to get her to falter on her idea of them. She was supposed to hate Bayfeather, avoid her like an illness, and pray for any kind of blemish on her reputation. Now she found herself looking forward to their unlikely friendship? By Pólemeos's will that couldn't be true.
The tabby fighter nodded her head to Acaciaberry as she passed her aunt, watching her make a beeline for Laurelstar's nest to drop off her token. It seemed there was a good number of cats competing for the games. Part of her wished she were eligible to participate, unfortunately she didn't qualify. Orangesky continued padding towards Honeydusk with a simple white daffodil between her teeth.
Wordlessly, she sat before the older molly and dropped the daffodil between them, making sure to give the cream-furred tabby a lick on her cheek when she lifted her head. "Help me put this in my fur? Please?" Soft was not a word used to describe Orangesky, except only around her grandmother.
And yet, as she sat before Honeydusk, her mind continued to race.
"You want to work on ourselves? Together?" Orangesky had replied, her voice full of disbelief.
"Alright." She finally said after a moment's pause. "Together it is, then." 
Furzestomps
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With Whimbrelstep // Sand It wouldn't be too difficult to spot the fuzzy white-furred tom. He had allowed the entertainer apprentices artistic freedom when it came to painting his pelt. His once stark white fur was now a chaotic palette of rainbow. He had orange circles on one cheek with purple stars on the other. His tail was alternating ringlets of pink and green, with a yellow tail-tip. The rest of his flank was every color in between. He looked like a mess, but the tom had never felt so vibrant. Atop his head, though, was his most prized accessory. A wreath made entirely out of leaves, courtesy of their son, Mintpaw.
He, in turn, was looking for his mate to show off his masterpiece when it was Whimbrelstep that had found him first. Furzestomp had his back turned to her, so her soft pawsteps were drowned out by the noise around him, her voice catching his attention and startling him all at once. "Woah!"
Furzestomp turned around quickly and gasped, marveling at his gorgeous mate. "Wow, Whimbrelstep you look... you what?" The poor tom stood with his jaw wide open, rendered speechless. His tail lashed excitedly and he kept stepping forward, then stepping back, then stepping forward, and back again. He seemed unsure of what to do. He wanted to embrace Whimbrelstep, but didn't want to do anything to mess up her look.
"That's- you- well I- amazing! You look stunning, birdy. And! It's amazing you want to be part of the games. The kiddos and I will be cheering you on! Oh gods, I'm trying really hard here to contain myself." Furzestomp was practically vibrating with happiness, but he took a breath to calm down. Finally, he firmly stepped forward and reached up to fix some of the flowers, making sure they were set in place. "I've never been more proud of my little bird." He then wondered if any of their kits knew their mother was competing before he did. Either way, he'd have to wrangle them up before the introductions so they could shout Whimbrelstep's name the loudest.  Nimbuswhirl, on the other hand, was decorated a bit more purposefully. He didn't wear any flowers, but his pelt was painted with vibrant gold accents. Mostly of triangles on his cheeks, and large suns on his shoulders. Light gray swirls looked like a storm rolling in on his sides, and he had a thin gold ring just below the tip of his tail. He looked handsome, he looked regal.
The charming tom smiled to anyone he made eye contact with, even winking at a few he found the most attractive, and complimenting the cats with the prettiest flowers. He was about to find a good spot to watch the introductions when he happened to spot his daughter struggling with putting together a flower crown.
He paused, a little surprised she was trying to dress up at all, but not shocked to see that she was stubbornly trying to figure out that task at paw by herself. He knew that she was never one to willingly ask for help. Nimbuswhirl also hesitated because his relationship with his daughter had been a bit tense lately, he was afraid they were growing distant.
"Hey kiddo. Cool flowers." He said, having finally decided to go and talk to her. There was no way their relationship was going to mend itself if he just avoided it altogether.  Beedance had been sitting with Nectardrop as they were getting done up by Sweetripple and Sorrelmist when she had to hurriedly excuse herself, learning that her siblings had entered into the games. With her pelt half painted, and peony petals falling from her fur, she raced around camp until she nearly ran into Hornetflower herself.
"Why didn't you....when did you decide....you're in the games?" She asked between big gulps of air, a little embarrassed she got so winded from such a short sprint. "What was your token? Where did you find it? Did you know that Waspstreak is also competing? Did Bumbledance tell you to enter?" Now that she had caught her breath, the questions came out rapid fire.
Nevertheless, Beedance looked to be honestly happy for her sister. Practically her whole family was participating in the games, and she was excited to cheer them on. While she was incredibly proud of her littermates, the ginger bengal molly would keep her son in her prayers as Myrtleclan's next warrior.
"By the gods, I'm so excited for you!" Now Beedance rushed forward and rubbed her chin along Hornetflower's shoulder, nuzzling her affectionately. |
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Post by Junospower on Jul 25, 2024 23:26:05 GMT -5
RainpawWith Goosefreckle | 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖
With a nod of acknowledgement, Rainpaw moved to sit in front of Goosefreckle. He knew he had to stay still, but his curious eyes wandered around the area. There were dyes and flower scraps were strewn about. He was admittedly quite excited to see what his father had in mind. He wanted, or at least hoped, that Okeaneos would shine down upon him and see that the storm didn't dwindle his faith. That he was still devote.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Jul 26, 2024 0:03:24 GMT -5
JOURNEYWISH - - ★
with [ STAGSHATTER ] at [ CAMP ] | 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖
A pause followed the flow of conversation as the creamy colored tom pondered the question thoughtfully. Tail twitching, he eventually turned to face his gaze towards the nearby cats that were getting ready. He wondered where Bluefin was, wanting to catch up with both of his best friends, before he eventually allowed himself to look back at Stagshatter to answer the question that still hung unanswered.
"Quite true, it's the same for me, really. I am not participating, nor am I exactly rooting any cat on. I didn't feel like I deserved such decoration like the others." Journeywish eventually answered. It wasn't uncommon for the young tom to take a few moments to actually fully answer questions. It wasn't that he wasn't paying attention, or needed things repeated. He just always tended to offer the most genuine answer he possibly could.
"Not to mention, the paint takes forever to get out of my coat. And the flowers tend to tickle my nose and make me sneeze. Don't care for it much." He added after another brief pause. He looked towards the nest that sat there, filled with tokens.
Journeywish had found himself out and exploring the territory more often than not since the flood, wandering to be anywhere but where everyone was. Many things plagued the toms mind, but alas he got no real answers to any of the thoughts he had. He didn't exactly explain where he had been, seeing as the topic at hand wasn't really one he wanted to discuss to begin with.
"Perhaps after the first game we can take a walk to get you out of camp, Stagshatter. You seem pretty tense." The creamy brown tom eventually suggested, twitching his whiskers. He wasn't sure if his friend would care to join him or not. If he didn't, Journeywish could probably always find Bluefin to join him.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Jul 26, 2024 0:19:47 GMT -5
SORRELMIST - - ★
with [ SHADOWHUSH ] at [ CAMP ] | 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖
Sorrelmist couldn't help the warm feeling that flushed its way across her body. To be complemented in such a way by the molly that she viewed as a goddess herself truly raised the young entertainers ego. Giving her chest fur a few licks, the calico purred in response, allowing her ramble to end and letting Shadowhush speak.
Granted, Sorrelmist truly could talk a gods ear off if she were given the chance. But she loved hearing Shadowhush speak. Her mind went almost blank, but always in hyper drive at the same time. The molly didn't completely understand it, but she knew it had something to do with her feelings towards the darker molly.
"Tell a story?" She eventually echoed before sitting down. She curled her tail over her paws, only to spring back up- unable to even sit still because, wow, was the prettiest molly in the clan talking to her. "Oh yes! I'm introducing Puddleheart with Sweetripple and Ambrosiadew, and then Hornetflower and finally Parsleyleap! I'm hoping to do an improv story for one of them. I already have some ideas!" She mused happily, doing a little spin on her back paws before calming herself- or well, as calm as she could be.
"But of course I want to decorate you, come with me, silly! I'll put some paint on you and you can have one of my crowns to use!" Sorrelmist mewed happily, tickling her tail under Shadowhush's chin before guiding the molly towards her own supplies that he had left out for just this moment. She hummed a small song that Sweetripple had most likely been singing around her. "You would look gorgeous in purple paint. I mean- you look gorgeous already, but like, you know, the purple will bring out your eyes, and your eyes are so pretty, I just think a little could go a long way, and I can put some dots and lines and-" Sorrelmist took in a breath, realizing she was rambling again before sitting down in front of Shadowhush. "Sorry, I'm just really happy you're here with me." Her voice lowered softly, dipping a paw in the purple paint so she could get started.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Jul 26, 2024 1:25:23 GMT -5
FIREBLAZE - - ★
Fireblaze had found himself, more often than not, avoiding majority of cats that weren't exactly part of the friend group he tended to hang out with. Over the past couple of moons, the young flame colored tom had come out of his shell thanks to the kind - and objectively handsome - Stormshriek. The two had been getting along extremely well, and all things were starting to work in his favor. Since the flood and since saving the other tom, Fireblaze had felt a compelling urge to be near the other, especially when it had been hours on end without being in his proximity.
Before, Fireblaze would've preferred complete solitude. Away from all those around him and avoiding any other cat unless it were for some sort of patrol. Now, he had a boost in confidence that he was using to his advantage. He had recently made quick and good friends with both Vinedclaw and Poppyshine- two cats around his age that seemed to be just as calm and collected like he had slowly become. They were quick to accept Fireblaze after he had come out of that thick wall he had built up since his parents passed, but he was so incredibly thankful for it.
However, the commotion in camp was causing a feeling of uncertainty in the tom cats newfound prowess- unable to mingle on even push himself to get painted in the green paint he typically enjoyed the color of against his orange and white tabby fur. So, as soon as he spotted Stormshriek in his painted glory, Fireblaze felt, well, extremely casual. Almost boring in a way. His pelt lacked the brightness that everyone elses did. He had no crown of flowers to sport on his head, to hide the torn ear he had gotten from a scuffle when he was an apprentice. Nothing.
The flame colored tom almost wanted to shrink away- slip out of camp and hide his embarrassment, but Stormshriek would know he was missing and immediately send out for him. So, instead, the slightly nervous tom inhaled and trotted towards the other.
"Stormshriek," The tabby tom mewed, almost sounding breathless as he got a closer look. The grey somali tom was even more stunning the closer he looked, but Fireblaze was far to nervous and in his own mind to even say anything. "The paint looks wonderful on you, did you not want any flowers?" He asked gently, sitting down by the tom as the commotion around camp continued.
Maybe, just maybe, Fireblaze could consider making an entertainer friend. He was already friends with another scout, a hunter and a fighter. Perhaps Sweetripple, Ambrosiadew or even Volestalk would be good options to be friends with him. But, he left the idea to be pondered another time, continuing to eye Stormshriek with interest.
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Post by soot on Jul 26, 2024 1:42:11 GMT -5
Vinedclaw
Vinedclaw wasn’t all too busy, not now at all really. After she’d arrived back with Pumpkinpaw, the older molly had spoken with her and Dovepetal for but a couple moments before scampering off. Like for every event she’s been to, she wanted to get an early start on her decorations.She was decorated quite appropriately, she thinks, fluffing her fur up happily as she accepts, and gives compliments, and eye-smiles.Her cream fur is covered in greens, and yellows. A swirl on each shoulder, a strip running from her nose bridge to the tip of her tail. And swirls similar to her shoulders, on her cheeks. Her flower crown is a bright green set of leaves, and yellow feathers. And a particular teal flower wrapped around with the stem on an ankle.She’d been on her way back to settle down near Laurelstar’s open, and filled nest, but pauses when… she sees a cat in a predicament. The molly quirks an ear, paw mid step, and turns, bounding a step or two to get to her friend.“Poppyshine? What predicament have you gotten into?” She mews lightly, picking up a paw to put his flower crown back into place. |
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Jul 26, 2024 1:52:22 GMT -5
WINDSHEAR - - ★
with [ RIVERLILY ] at [ CAMP ] | 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
Windshear took the moment to just enjoy his mates company, closing his eyes as he rest his chin on the top of her head, like he had done for moons since they had gotten together. Riverlily was right. The gods had made them for each other, and he had believed they would be destined to be together. He was damn near sure that Etaírthea and Agápithea had this in their plans for them the whole time, and he constantly thanked both of the godesses for the love he received and could return for the seal point molly. Asking Riverlily to be his mate had been one of the best nights of his life, even if it had been destined like he so believed. He wouldn't want this to be any other way, and refused to think about any alternate universes where they may be separated. He simply believed and prayed that they were together in every life and universe that came after.
Riverlily's scent was intoxicating. Something Windshear had grown so accustomed to the moment their nests had meshed into one, his body always curling easily around hers as if slotted together like to pieces of a puzzle. Crafted by the goddesses the worshipped. He would never, and could never had any complaints about the loving relationship that continued to blossom and grow as days passed. He never knew he could love one as hard as he did, but the molly he was snuggled up against continued to prove his thoughts wrong.
"My little minnow." He mumbled softly, sighing in contempt. He stayed quite for a moment longer, just enjoying the company. After all, he would be participating in the games shortly. "Between you and I... I think I'll win." He half joked and opened his eyes again. "Did you want to go get decorated before the introduction ceremonies, my love? We can get matching paint if one of the entertainers isn't busy and would be kind enough to paint us up." He meowed gently, giving Riverlily's forehead a few licks before lifting his head again, gaze searching for any nearby entertainers that weren't busy.
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Aroace
#90ec86
Name Colour
Pineclaw
Abbey Champion
Pronouns: He/Him or They/Them
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Post by Pineclaw on Jul 26, 2024 11:19:41 GMT -5
Cloudpaw - Camp - Nimbuswhirl (𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 )Cloudpaw was focusing on a small pile of flowers in front of her, trying to figure out which ones to use. Again and again she grabbed one flower and put it next to another to see how they would look together while also leaving her paw there to figure out if it would look good on her white fur. So far this task had proven to be more frustrating than anything, all the combinations she tried not being to her liking. She grunted in annoyance. This really shouldn't be so difficult. She just needed to choose which flowers to use and then weave them into a flower crown. Easy. The second part really was easy to her, it hadn't taken her too long to learn how to make a wreath of flowers and while she usually didn't bother making one she still knew how. But now it seemed her former disinterest was giving her one huge problem: she had no idea what flowers would look good on her while also not making her stand out too much. She was just grabbing a flower to put it back in the pile and pick another one when she heard someone walk over to her. Her paw still hovering above the flowers she gave him the briefest of glances, already knowing who it was and not quite sure how to feel about it. "Heh" she snorted, a hint of a laugh in her voice, before she could stop herself. "Well, they would be cooler if they didn't have so many combinations that look garish on me." Then she stared at the flowers in front of her, both to keep focusing on her task and to not have to look at Nimbuswhirl directly as while she didn't hate him she did feel a bit awkward with him and she didn't like that. (I think whatever she ends up with, she should get some blue flowers in her wreath. I think she'd like those)
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Asexual
#cfffe5
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Name Colour, Custom Stars
Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
pfp made by sparkscatter
Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them
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Post by Ember34 on Jul 26, 2024 13:30:34 GMT -5
Poppyshine-Camp-Vinedclaw(soot) Poppyshine flooded with embarrassment but a light smile formed to hi face as Vinedclaw fixed the crown on top of his head. Rising carefully to avoid it from slanting he looked to his friend. " What I can only say is the usual for me, I thought I had it more secure but I cause I didn't and shook out my head," he said, his tail flicking, his grin turning more sheepish. " Well...my claw got caught when I tried to fix it and well clearly my paws didn't want to stay under me where they belong." He looked away from her to around the camp, his tail flicking, but soon returning to look at his friend. " You look amazing," he said, looking to the decorations that sat in her fur. " It all suits you perfectly." He truly meant it, the greens and yellows really made the she cat stand out. Sure he thought of all the cats her and Fireblaze would be his absolute favorite to see, his two friends had a special place in his heart. Though maybe Solarflare would be an extremely close second. " I'm sure you will be cheering on Thundersnap won't you?" |
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Post by boragesky on Jul 26, 2024 14:36:48 GMT -5
HYMNALKIT
" I was following the pack all swallowed in their coats, with scarves of red tied 'round their throats. "
Outside The Nursery | Camp | Closed for Interaction! (Interacting w/ Dovepetal (𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 ))
Hymnalkit blinked as Dovepetal spoke to him, watching intently as she rewove the crown he made. Now it looked a lot better, and it could actually fit on his head! He gave a tiny baby-like nod in a thank you. When the elder picked him up, he wondered what they'd be doing next.
When he saw that he'd be getting his fur painted, he felt bubbly inside and quite happy. He saw other cats painting their fur, so he was genuinely happy to see that he'd be getting his fur painted. Upon being asked what color he'd like to have his fur painted, he froze for a split second upon realizing... he didn't have a favorite color! He thought for a moment, before looking up at his crown. The flowers were blue, and since it makes sense to have matching colors...
" I'd like blue paint! " Hymnalkit told her.
FLICKERINGBURROW
" Alone... at the edge of a universe humming a tune... "
Nursery -> Clearing | Camp | Open for Interaction! (N/A)
Flickeringburrow slowly awoke as the chatter began to open her eyes. She was about to fall back asleep when...
Hymnalkit!
Where was Hymnalkit? She panicked as she sat up and looked around. She then turned around and sighed in relief when she saw Hymnalkit with Dovepetal, who was carrying him over to get him painted. She stood up and figured she'd get herself ready too. She padded over to a patch of daisies and dandelions. She picked a few of them up, and placed them in her fur. She genuinely felt beautiful with her flowers in her fur.
The first time she ever felt positivity towards herself in a while.
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Aroace
#90ec86
Name Colour
Pineclaw
Abbey Champion
Pronouns: He/Him or They/Them
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Post by Pineclaw on Jul 26, 2024 14:42:39 GMT -5
Sagekit - Camp - Open
Sagekit was swatting at a small pebble and quickly padded after it as it rolled away. He swatted it again and sent it flying. It landed after about a tail-length or two and Sagekit raced after it, stopping before it hit the ground and turned around to toss it the other way. With an excited yowl he crouched down, made a hop backwards before shooting forward and swatting the pebble with even more force than before. Immediately he tried to follow it but before he could reach it it rolled out of sight. It disappeared into a small bush and Sagekit let out a dismayed mewl. How was he supposed to get it back now? He could crawl after it but then the flowers in his fur would get damaged. Or his little flower crown would fall off or even fall apart. And Goosefreckle had told him to be careful with it. Sagekit wanted his pebble back but he also didn't want to disappoint his father. So after a few attempts to reach the pebble by just sticking a paw in the bush he turned away with a frustrated sigh, padded back to the nursery and sat down with a scowl
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Asexual
#cfffe5
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Name Colour, Custom Stars
Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
pfp made by sparkscatter
Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them
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Post by Ember34 on Jul 26, 2024 14:50:55 GMT -5
" From the gods themselves!? That's awesome, you are so lucky," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement as his sister shared the news of being there to see Thundersnap getting his token. " Do others even get a chance though...if the gods granted him his token...is it even fair for everyone?" But the tom light up even more when Fawnpaw brought up Stoatchase, he had a soft spot for his sister's mentor, he treated her right and he was really cool! " Cloverpounce and Stoatchase would do amazing! I'm sure they both could even beat Thundernsap chosen by the gods or not, they have way more over Thundersnap," he stated confidently. He believed in his mentor's abilities plus she was Laurelstar's kin! That was bound to count for something! Nevermind the fact Thundersnap was related to Lightningstar. As Fawnpaw continued the young tom's eyes lit up even more out of excitement. " I would love to help," he answered Flcikerpaw. " You can count on me to ensure this goes off without a hitch!" |
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Post by Headphone Actor on Jul 26, 2024 14:51:40 GMT -5
Rotflower
Before the Games (Camp, 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 )
“Mmn…you’ve gotta be kidding me…” Rotflower twisted uncomfortably, trying clumsily with his teeth and paws to fix the carefully woven chain of dried hollyhock around his neck. A whine escaped him when, once more, the stems that connected the circlet fell apart, and his chain fell to the ground once more.
He wasn’t sure what to do about the flowers, honestly, and he was starting to wonder if he’d look less stupid if he just went without.
The young tom had tried to weave the stems into his fur initially, but it was far too sparse to hold onto the heavy blossoms. Then he had tried to tuck one in behind his ears, but they moved far too much -- unfortunately, folding his ears back had become more of a habit than he was proud to admit -- to stay put.
Pathetic.
He couldn’t even decorate himself for the games, how could he expect to compete in them?
He’d had a vision for his looks, a soft pink and white paint to match the color of the fragrant flowers. Soft, disarming colors. But that vision was crumbling through his paws and into the sand beneath his feet, and his pale golden eyes followed that vision downward to the chain below. |
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Asexual
#cfffe5
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Name Colour, Custom Stars
Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
pfp made by sparkscatter
Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them
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Post by Ember34 on Jul 26, 2024 15:04:51 GMT -5
As Archsong approached the nursery she saw Sagekit playing, but seeing her son in distress caused her heart to ache. Padding over to the push, she carefully got under it and retrieved the pebble he was playing with, having not got decorated yet she didn't mind doing it for her son, lightly patting it back over to him, she offered a smile. " You look great," she purred with affection to her son. She recognized her mate's handiwork immediately and it warmed her heart further as affection took her over of their family they had together. " Has your father figured out a way to squeeze you into the performance he and the other entertainers will be doing?" |
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Aroace
#90ec86
Name Colour
Pineclaw
Abbey Champion
Pronouns: He/Him or They/Them
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Post by Pineclaw on Jul 26, 2024 16:02:58 GMT -5
Brightpaw - Camp - Antlerpaw, then open
Brightpaw was working on his flower crown, or at least tried to. He didn't quite get the individual parts to really hold together and no matter how often he tried, he didn't seem to improve. But he wasn't giving up yet! He still had time to work on it and he was going to keep trying for as long as he needed. Brightpaw had never been one to get discouraged easily and he wasn't going to start now. So far his persistence and patience had always paid off so he would also keep at it now. But he supposed he should probably ask someone to show him how to do it or at least point out where he went wrong. So with a slightly sheepish smile he looked over at Antlerpaw who sat across from him. The other apprentice was making good progress so maybe he could help him out a little?
"Hey, Antlerpaw?" he meowed and leaned back a little to give a better view of his so far failed attempt.
Antlerpaw, understanding immediately, nodded at him with a smile and moved to sit next to him instead of across. He reached out a paw at Brightpaw's not-quite flower crown and pulled it a bit closer to him. "You're not that far off," he meowed after inspecting it. Then he scooted over a bit so Brightpaw could see better and corrected a small part. "See? You got the first few steps right but from here you need to do it like this..."
Brightpaw watched closely as Antlerpaw fixed the parts he had pointed out. Then the other apprentice carefully pushed the half finished flower crown back to Brightpaw. "Alright, now you try it. I'm sure you'll do better this time."
"Okay, I'll try. Thanks, Antlerpaw," he meowed as he slowly began to copy what he had shown him. A few times he paused to make sure he was doing it right, glancing at Antlerpaw to double check and continuing when the other apprentice nodded encouragingly. He kept this up for a while until he was sure he finally had it down and next to him Antlerpaw got back to working on his own flower crown.
Finally he let out a satisfied purr, his work done and not looking too shabby either. A wreath made up of different shades of orange and two types of flowers, one with many small petals and the other with fewer but bigger ones. All in all it had a warm and slightly firey look, just how he had intended. It wasn't perfect but he was happy with it all the same. As he looked up from it he noticed that Antlerpaw was not only done with his too but had already put it on, the brown and white tabby now wearing a pretty wreath of oranges, whites and pinks. Brightpaw quickly followed suit and put his on as well.
"Phew. I thought I was never going to finish this," Brightpaw joked. "Thanks for helping me out."
"Don't mention it," meowed Antlerpaw and got up to his paws. "It can be a bit tricky if you haven't really tried it before. I'm sure next time you'll be a lot quicker." The older apprentice briefly glanced behind him and turned back to Brightpaw with a small grin. "And hey, at least this way you didn't get roped into whatever they are doing"
Brightpaw rose to his paws to see what Antlerpaw had been looking at and why he was grinning but once he saw Flickerpaw with Fawnpaw and Ivypaw he understood. "I'm surprised they haven't done anything yet," he purred. "Sure, Fawnpaw was on Stoatchase's patrol but Ivypaw and Flickerpaw could still have done something."
Antlerpaw let out a chuckle and he looked amused at that statement. Once again, Brightpaw knew immediately what that meant. He laughed. "They did try something, right?" Once again, Antlerpaw said nothing and only looked amused. Not exactly what Brightpaw had wanted. "You're not gonna tell me?"
"Sorry, I'm sworn to secrecy," Antlerpaw meowed and Brightpaw could tell he was trying really hard not to burst out laughing. Now he was sure. Antlerpaw knew exactly what Flickerpaw and Ivypaw had been doing. And he was not going to tell him anything. Brightpaw could respect that, Antlerpaw had always been hiding stuff for the troublemakers but it was a little disappointing that the older apprentice also kept this from him. He knew Brightpaw wasn't someone to snitch on his denmates, least of all his own sister and her friends. Besides, he did sometimes go along with their funny little plans. So there really was no reason to not trust him with this.
But he decided not to push the issue. In a way it was only fair. Antlerpaw had secrets from him just as Brightpaw had secrets from Antlerpaw, namely Whimbrelstep's intention of joining the games. His mentor had asked him not to tell anyone yet and Brightpaw intended to do as requested. If no one was supposed to know yet then he would keep quiet, even in front of one of Whimbrelstep's kits.
So finally he just shook his head and purred. "Alright, I guess I'll have to ask them later," he said. "Besides, it's not like you could tell me more than what they were planning. You don't know if they actually did do something or not, right?" He knew Antlerpaw wasn't opposed to going along with some of those crazy plans sometimes but it was pretty rare. And on an important day like this he doubted that the scout apprentice would do anything that could get him in trouble. No, if Brightpaw really wanted to now if Flickerpaw and Ivypaw had tried anything funny earlier he was better off asking them directly.
Antlerpaw nodded with a chuckle. "I guess you're right about that. Well, you do that then if you want. See you around, Brightpaw." With that he padded off, leaving Brightpaw to find something to pass the time until everyone who wanted to join the games had had the chance to find their token.
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