Bisexual
𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
just a sleepy guy
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Jul 24, 2024 0:29:15 GMT -5
Hyacinthsongs
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With Mothflutter // 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 Hyacinthsong didn't usually go out of her way to gussy up for festivals, let alone the games, but Bluefin had approached her all excited because he'd found a bushel of hyacinth's growing on the edge of Ánoithea's Meadow.
"A blue one! To match your fur." He'd said. And so she sat patiently while he expertly weaved some of them into her fur like a flower crown, a little half halo that sat just behind her tall ears. She also allowed him to paint some blue and white swirls along her pelt, and dots on her cheeks and forehead. It was the most she'd ever been made over for something like this. Hyacinthsong was normally content with a simple flower behind her ear, but Bluefin could be surprisingly persuasive. Not to mention he seemed extra passionate about her makeover.
Unfortunately it was making her feel a little self-conscious, and the sleek blue molly was trying to avoid anyone and everyone as she padded around camp, hoping to find a corner to hide in. That's when she spotted Mothflutter just ahead of her, all done up in red and orange flowers, with some petals stuck in his mane-like tuft. She had never seen him look so decorative before.
Unable to stop herself before it was too late, Hyacinthsong burst into a fit of giggles, and she was close enough that her fellow hunter would surely be able to hear. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry." Her apology didn't sound very convincing as she fought to compose herself. Once she was finally able to, Hyacinthsong moved in, closing the short distance between them. "I didn't mean to laugh like that, really. I was just surprised is all. I've never seen you so made up before." She offered a sheepish, yet apologetic smile.
Her pale green eyes glanced over his appearance once more, really taking in the whole picture. "You look handsome, really."  Riverlily couldn't help but feel uneasy now. Training with Thornfang earlier hadn't been the easiest, and at first she blamed on being rusty, but even the tom seemed concerned with her well-being. Concerned enough that he mentioned visiting Puddleheart to her. The two weren't exactly close, they worked well together as fighters, but she wouldn't exactly say there was a bond between them. So, if Thornfang of all cats to was telling her to see the medicine cat, then she probably very well should've.
She wanted to wait until after the games, but that would take at least a week. The molly was hoping to sneak a chance to see him before everything was up and running, knowing that once the games started, it would be difficult to get a moment alone with Puddleheart during all the excitement. Just in time she'd spotted Puddleheart peeking out of his den, so she made a beeline.
"Hey, Puddleheart- oh!" Riverlily had to do some serious back pedaling in order to not completely knock Rainpaw over as he approached the medicine cat as well. They had even spoken at the same time, and it caused the she-cat to freeze. She didn't really know what to do, and she certainly didn't want some apprentice to overhear their conversation. They could be just as nosy as her and she didn't want the gossip to leak before she could tell Windshear herself. Riverlily awkwardly cleared her throat and took a pawstep back. "Actually, it can wait. Good luck tonight!" She said cheerily. "Good job on the mice today, Rainpaw." She also added quickly, then nodded her head to both toms and managed to get out before Ambrosiadew made his approach.
Now standing in the middle of camp, Riverlily let out a heavy sigh and silently cursed in her head. It would have to be another time. Just then a familiar coat of gray caught her eye and once again the pointed molly was quick to react.
"Love!" She called out, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear as she tackled Windshear to the ground. "You found a token? I can't believe it! My mate, the love of my life, possibly being leader? I'm so proud of you!" Riverlily couldn't help but gush, her tail lashing excitedly as she covered poor Windshear's face in licks. |
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 24, 2024 0:45:13 GMT -5
Sablefrost
Sablefrost hated dressing up. She had always preferred to stick to the shadows and observe from the background. But she knew that for tonight, dressing up was a must, especially if she planned on competing, which…she did, she had already put her token in Laurelstar’s nest, even if she wasn’t entirely sure what it was.
Some weird black triangle Pantherprowl has dug out of the riverbed.
Well, whatever it was. “Weird black triangle dug out of a riverbed” seemed like a fitting metaphor for Sablefrost’s own existence so she wasn’t going to question it.
Still, as she sat there, in one of the darker corners of camp, pawing at the ground, Sagefrost couldn’t help but wonder why she found a token. Was it…social obligation? Did she truly want to lead? Did she actually think she could? Was it because Pantherprowl seemed eager for her to do it? Sablefrost…couldn’t be sure.
But it was already done and now, all that was left to do was wait.
Wait. Dressed in dark purple flowers woven into her fur and splashes of purple paint.
Wait. Hoping no one would notice how nervous she felt.
Wait for the games to begin.
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Asexual
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Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
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Post by Ember34 on Jul 24, 2024 0:45:31 GMT -5
Parsleyleap-Beach-Dustedblack( soot), Open when in camp They listened to the tom speak as they observed the object. If what he said was true it would surely be an amazing thing to add to the nest. Their gaze briefly moved to the shell they had considered before shaking their head. No this object would do splendid! It was unique and if it was something from the sea surely it would be able to capture their adventurous spirit perfectly. " I'll make this my token," They said with a determined nod. Carefully they picked the object up, their nose crinkling at the salty taste and the sand that clung to the object. They looked to Dustedblack, carefully speaking around the object in their mouth, a feat they had grown used to from being a hunter when they needed to speak to.the others when hunting. " Do you need your token still?" (Small skip for when dustedblack shows his token/they travel back) Putting their object in the nest, they took a brief survey of what was inside, their attention being caught by the lighting bolt shaped rock. Their first thought was immediately Thundersnap, the object was the perfect thing for the tom. Moving out of the way so other could they flashed Dustedblack a smile. " It's always fun going out with you, good luck in the games, dont forget our deal." With one last smile the hunter headed away to tlak with the others in their group about how the hunting patrol.wentz they felt bad for not joining and hoped that they at least got a decent amount of prey with those that went His ears pulled flat against his head, the tom hanging his head. He wanted to compliment his uncle on finding his token, but the sting that he had failed his mother made the tom's already down mood drop lower. His tail hung between his legs as he obeyed his mother's orders to stay with Windshear. Trying to frcoe a smile best he could he raised his head focusing on where Windshear's scent was coming from. " Your token is going to look great in the nest," he said. While he knew when it came to matters on how something looked, Wolfpaw was one of the few cats that had no right trying to give commentary on, but he hoped that he could at least keep his uncle's mood up. As fast as the forced smile came it was soon gone as he lowered his head again, only to raise it a few moments later when Smolderdawn returned. " Thats wonderful mom! Im glad you were able to find something!" With the charred twig close he could now figure out the strange scent she had been referring to, his tail twitching behind him slightly, curious of the object. He nodded as she suggested returning to camp, hoping he hadn't missed the meeting with the other entertainers. |
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Post by lepidopteran on Jul 24, 2024 0:47:15 GMT -5
Stoatchase Camp | With everyone (open :]) Stoatchase was not ashamed to admit that he had abandoned the hunting party almost as soon as it had began. It was easy enough, muttering something about catching a scent then darting off in the woods, heart pounding fast but not from the thrill of the hunt. The feeling of their eyes on him, of how they were so obviously judging his every move, waiting for him to slip up worse than he already had… It was all too overwhelming. He’d taken time to breathe close to a tree, and here caught a true scent– a family of squirrels nested above in a hole in the tree. He’d made light work of them, and that metallic taste calmed his mind, so familiar and soothing. Murmuring a prayer to Fenynthea for the prey, he’d scooped them into his jaws, holding them delicately, unwilling to ruin the meat any more than it already had been with his killing bites. The walk back was leisurely as he calmed himself down, and he scented a new rabbit warren, one he certainly would take care of later. But as he arrived back in camp, he realized many were already getting ready for the games. He sighed in relief that he wasn’t going to be involved– the attention would probably make his heart stop on the spot! Besides, the flashy paints would draw too many eyes to him. No, he was quite comfortable just being a hunter, certainly didn't want to be anything higher than that. He dropped off the prey into the freshkill pile and tried to fall into the very back of the group, glancing to the competitors, a bit curious how they’d fare. |
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 24, 2024 0:58:56 GMT -5
Shadowhush
Shadowhush had to admit that the last few days had been...hard on her. Harder than she wanted to admit. For the rest of the clan, the flood had taken their leader and their deputy. For Shadowhush however, it had also taken her father and her grandmother.
Losing her mother when she was just a kit had been hard enough, but to lose the rest of her close family like that, it...it hadn't been easy.
She still had her great grandfather at least, and Shadowhush would do everything in her power to keep Soothsight alive for at least a bit longer. He may be old, but he was family, and Shadowhush was in short supply of that nowadays.
Luckily, the games were starting soon, which would give Shadowhush the exact distraction she needed. She couldn't wait to see who competed--though Shadowhush had to admit that she was secretly cheering Sablefrost on, as she thought it would be rather cool for a scout to win and become leader.
Shadowhush was also greatly looking forward to the entertainers show before the first game began. She didn't know what they had planned yet, but she could see them starting to gather and instantly a spark of curiosity ate away at her.
Shadowhush paced a little in front of the scout's den, completely forgetting to have dressed herself up at all. She had spent the day lost in her thoughts and now, distracting herself with the games. She hadn't found time to decorate herself.
Not yet, at least.
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Post by lepidopteran on Jul 24, 2024 0:59:50 GMT -5
Cloverpounce Camp | With Sablefrost (𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 )
“You alright there? Look all lonesome.” Cloverpounce leaned over the other she-cat, a wide grin on her muzzle, eyes crinkling at the corners. Fluffy and bulky as she was, she near blocked out the sunset’s light before she moved to neatly sit at Sabelfrost’s side. Green clovers laced her thick mane of fur around her neck, and, as dense as her fur was, hardly needed weaving to stay in place. A four-leafed clover was placed proudly on her chest, standing out from the other sprigs with its unique shape. Equally green eyes looked Sablefrost up and down. “Those really suit you!” She chirped, head cocking to the side. “The purple n’ all. It’s real pretty, makes your pelt look like the night sky when it's clear.” Cloverpounce swept her tail over the ground, looking around. “Looks like we’ve got plenty of folks joinin’, huh?” She paused a moment, the smile faltering a bit, and it was easy to tell where her eyes landed. But then she simply looked back up to the other molly, somehow beaming brighter. “I don’t doubt that you’ll do well, Sablefrost!” |
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 24, 2024 1:13:57 GMT -5
Acaciaberry Camp | With Honeydusk (@open)
Acaciaberry grumbled slightly as Honeydusk smeared the last bit of plum purple and pink paint over Acaciaberry's nose.
"Hold still," Honeydusk ordered as she squirmed. "You can't go compete in the games like that, you need to look nice."
Acaciaberry rolled her eyes. "Please, Mama, I always look nice--" Honeydusk sent her a look and Acaciaberry obediently fell quiet.
After a few extra moments, Honeydusk stepped back and nodded in approval as she looked Acaciaberry over. "There, you look just as pretty as Agápithea herself. Perfectly fit to compete in the Lightning Games."
Acaciaberry purred at the compliment and looked down. She had acacia flowers woven into her fur and a crown of pink roses atop her head, with purple and pink paint coating her pelt in flower markings. She thought she looked quite fetching like this, even if Acaciaberry liked to think she was pretty regardless.
Her mother, Honeydusk, had settled for something much more simple, with a splash of dark yellow paint over her cheeks and across her neck, and a few white lilies in her fur. Acaciaberry thought she still looked pretty too, even with her age. Acaciaberry often thought she got her looks from her mother, which was something she would happily boast about.
"Thank you, Mama, I hope I'll make you proud by competing," Acaciaberry mused softly. "You competed against Laurelstar, didn't you?"
Honeydusk purred in response. "I did. She was my friend and I was happy when she beat me, just like I'll be happy whether you're leader or not," she told her daughter and paused, head tipped to the side. "But yes, I'm very proud of you," Honeydusk told her.
Acaciaberry's chest swelled with warmth at that and she quickly nuzzled against her mother's neck. "Thank you," she whispered and pulled away. "I'll be right back, I still need to put my token in and judging by the sky, I'm running out of time," Acaciaberry explained and crouched down to pick up the bundle of yellow acacias she had found earlier with Opalheart.
Once they were rested comfortably in her mouth, Acaciaberry hummed happily and padded over to Laurelstar's nest to put her token in. Surely it would be one of the last added by now, but at least she had gotten it inside before the time was out.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 24, 2024 1:22:32 GMT -5
Fawnpaw Camp | With no one (@open)
Fawnpaw's mind was absolutely buzzing with excitement as she looked around the camp, absolutely enthralled by everything going on, both at the camp in the moment and everything she had experienced just that day.
From exploring the Lost Cave with Rainpaw and stumbling across their little secret--though Fawnpaw knew it would be hard not to tell Ivypaw and Flickerpaw about that secret in particular--to watching Thundersnap find a token that was clearly sent from the gods.
A rock as smooth as marble and made out of such a brilliant white material, perfectly shaped like a lightning bolt. It had to have been from Astrapeos, a sign that the king of the gods himself sponsored Thundersnap.
It was exciting and she needed to tell someone else about it.
However, that wasn't the only exciting thing Fawnpaw wanted to talk about. She sat near the apprentice's den, an oversized flower crown of pink flowers sitting lopsided over her head as she watched her mentor finally return to camp. Fawnpaw hadn't seen Stoatchase since this morning when the patrol first left, but seeing him now reminded her all the more of the little plan she had.
Now all she needed was some cohorts to make it possible.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Jul 24, 2024 1:36:24 GMT -5
JOURNEYWISH - - ★
with [ STAGSHATTER ] at [ CAMP ] | 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖
Sing to me of the cat, Muse, the cat of twists and turns, driven time and again off course, once he had plundered the hollowed heights of the flood.
The flood that had raged angrily and take many in its path. Sing O Muse of the cats who suffered, not of their own accord, but to the gods wrath as they leashed havoc on the land.
It was mournful and dark, leaving nothing but despair as the flood took both of his parents, leaving none but himself and distant relatives. Journeywish sought nothing but joy and greatness, and this is what was repaid? The sudden eruption of life brought new feelings, that in which confused the young cat, not know how to precisely combat these sudden ill fated feelings, ones that were not just.
Sliding out of the den that sheltered him, Journeywish blinked into the light that seemed all the brighter since the flood that had wrecked the camp just a few days prior. It was jostling seeing all the fighters, hunters and entertainers alike work around the camp in busy fashion, repairing and fixing as needed.
The young tom did what he thought of then. Padding towards the other he sought out, his friend who held no conversation with another nearby, taking the opportunity to enjoy another felines company.
Sitting beside the larger tom, Journeywish nudged his friend, Stagshatter, a purr now rumbling in his throat.
"I see you aren't decorated either, Stagshatter. I assume you don't wish to be, or you don't have anyone to decorate you?" The blue-gray eyed fighter asked curiously, tail tip twitching. He was not decorated himself, as he would not be participating either, yet, the tabby had considered asking an entertainer or two to paint his pelt, but wouldn't allow his friend to sit on his lonesome.
Sing O Muse, of the cats that gather, sing, for they are gathered to worships those who watch over.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 24, 2024 1:38:41 GMT -5
Puddleheart Camp | With Rainpaw, Ambrosiadew, and Riverlily (briefly) (Junospower, soot)
When Puddleheart had poked his head out of his den, he hadn't actually anticipated anyone noticing, unfortunately, many cats noticed and it wasn't long before three different cats had approached him.
First were Rainpaw and Riverlily, however, Riverlily quickly left and though Puddleheart knew he would have to check on her later, he couldn't say he was upset that she had left. He didn't need half the clan knowing that he was struggling to put his flower crown on. It was embarrassing enough as it was, the last thing he needed was too many cats knowing.
He was the sole leader MyrtleClan had right now, and that was terrifying enough. He needed to put on a strong face.
So, Puddleheart bent his ears back and offered Rainpaw an awkward smile. "N--nothing's the matter, thank you Rainpaw," he said quickly and looked the younger tom over.
He couldn't ask an apprentice for help, that was even more embarrassing. Sure, Rainpaw was actually only a few moons younger than Puddleheart and he remembered a few brief moons where their time at the nursery had overlapped, but still.
"Where's all your decorations?" Puddleheart asked instead, hoping to steer the conversation away from himself. "You...you should get some flowers--if you want, in your fur...I'm sure your father would help you, I saw him wandering around near the stage, he...he looked very bright. I'm sure he has leftover material."
Goosefreckle had most certainly gone all out for the celebration, he looked practically like a rainbow. Puddleheart was certain he had things to spare.
However, before he could further encourage Rainpaw to decorate his fur, someone else had approached and Puddleheart gulped a little, turning his gaze toward Ambrosiadew.
They had spent quite a bit of time in the nursery together and back when they were kits, Puddleheart had readily considered the other tom a friend, but...it had been such a long time since Puddleheart had interacted with his clanmates when it wasn't to heal them. He wasn't even sure if Ambrosiadew wanted to be friends anymore.
"H-hello, Ambrosiadew," Puddleheart greeted and looked at his paws, avoiding eye contact. "I'm fine, everything's fine. It's fine," he stuttered out quickly, feeling a wave of anxiety prick at his stomach.
There were way too many cats here, staring at him, waiting for him to do something.
How was Puddleheart supposed to lead the clan and choose a new leader when he couldn't even get his crown on by himself?
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Jul 24, 2024 1:59:42 GMT -5
WINDSHEAR - - ★
with [ RIVERLILY ] at [ CAMP ] | 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
Windshear had just slipped back into camp, breaking off from his sister and her son with a quick thank you for joining him on his adventure, before adding his token to the pile. He had noticed the amount of tokens, eyes widening at what he could only assume must had been Thundersnap's token sitting in the midst of the nest full of tokens. His whiskers twitched as he took a few steps back, eying the nest for a moment longer before going to turn and look for the one cat her truly wanted to see- but alas, she had beaten him to it.
With an oof the tom stumbled over from the mollies tackle, a small bit of laughter leaving the tom as he looked over at Riverlily with bright eyes. The laughter didn't cease as the licks continued, a grin curling Windshear's lips upward. "My love, easy! You might lick all the fur off my face," He teased softly, managing to nuzzle his face against her chest. He took in a small breath, pausing for a moment.
Riverlily smelled... different. Not bad different, but like something had changed. Windshear struggled to pick it up but the thought was gone as soon as his mate mentioned his token. With a beam of pride, the gray tom nodded, looking up at her from where he was still - pretty much - pinned to the ground.
"But of course. I was going to see if you would go search for a token with me earlier, but I believe you had went out to train for a bit. Smolderdawn, Wolfpaw and I went looking. My dear sister found a token as well, and I believe Dustedblack also did, too. So, looks like I am competing with both of my siblings." Windshear mewed gently, giving Riverlily a lick on her chin before managing to roll out from under her. He was always happy to inform his love what had conspired without her.
The tom rubbed himself along her body, a deep purr rumbling in his throat as he butted their heads together affectionately. "Nothing means more to me than to hear those words, my little minnow. I would do anything in the world, gods willing, to make you proud." He purred into her ear, twining their tails before looking the seal point molly in the face. "How was your training, my little minnow? I hope Thornfang didn't go easy on you." His tone was teasing- he knew Riverlily could handle herself. He had witnessed it first hand, given their own times of training together.
Windshear truly just wanted to hear about anything and everything his mate did that day without him, so he could envision it perfectly.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Jul 24, 2024 2:27:47 GMT -5
SORRELMIST - - ★
with [ SWEETRIPPLE ] & [ SHADOWHUSH ] at [ CAMP ] | 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 // 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖
Sorrelmist had been a bit on the quieter side once the patrol had returned to camp. She had wanted to talk to her brother, to ask what had happened or if he was merely okay, but the poor tom seemed like he was in such a rush to be home. Like he had wanted to be anywhere but the alter. With a drooped tail, the entertainer had made her way to the paint and flower storage that most of the cats used to decorate themselves for the ceremonies. It didn't take long for her to find Sweetripple and get some assistance on painting herself- along with helping the other calico paint her own self as well.
After a few short moments of being within Sweetripple's vicinity, Sorrelmist was chipper again, chatting nonstop about how their parents were both competing. How she would be rooting for both her mother and Sweetripple's father. It led the pair to the conclusion of making flower crowns that symbolized the two.
"These are going to be the cutest flower crowns ever, Sweetripple! I can't wait to see Hornetflower and Waspstreak compete. I just know one of them may just win this. They are both amazing at what they do." Sorrelmist babbled on as she smeared some more blue paint on Sweetripple's coat.
Stepping back, she eyed the work and nodded before her gaze turned towards another cat nearby. One she particularly took a very big liking to. "I'll be right back, Sweetripple! Feel free to finish the crowns without me." She mewed, bouncing towards the cat she had spotted.
Shadowhush was in her line of vision now, and as soon as Sorrelmist reached the darker molly, she felt her heart flutter. "Shadowhush!" The name dripped from her mouth like honey, causing a warm feeling to sprout throughout Sorrelmist's pelt. She purred and nudged her head affectionately against the mollies shoulder, tail twitching. "I see you aren't decorated, dear. Did you... would you like me to decorate your fur? Sweetripple and I have a few paints, if you wanted. We could make some purple paint for you. Purple would look stunning on you. Like, you're always stunning but, you would look just as beautiful with it, of course. Only if you want, that is. If not I could make you a crown with purple hyacinth's if you prefer."
Sorrelmist couldn't help but ramble. Being in Shadowhush's presence just had her mind running overdrive, and she couldn't help but talk and stare longingly- even if it made her feelings all the more obvious, given how shy she was about saying them aloud.
She just prayed to Agápithea that it would not make the other uncomfortable.
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Jul 24, 2024 7:04:12 GMT -5
Drifttumble & Peachblossom
at camp | with (open) [ tag(s) ]
Drifttumble was quiet as he worked, weaving small purple flowers into Peachblossom's fur, intermingling them with the mouse and squirrel bones that he had picked clean. They were still as a tree trunk, unwilling to mess up his work, and he silently thanked them for it. This was much harder than he had anticipated. The paint on their fur provided some texture to help keep the items in place, though. Deep, elegant whorls and swirls of purple arched around their body, winding down their legs to coat their paws, cresting over their head to form a sort-of mask around their eyes. Drifttumble had to admit, he was proud of his painting job. Peachblossom had honored him in asking for his help with their decoration.
Once he was finished with his weaving, Drifttumble stepped back to admire his work. Peachblossom looked like a fierce hunter, the deep purple of their paint a stark contrast to the soft cream color of their fur. They dipped their head in thanks to him, and then trotted off to go see if anyone else needed help. Drifttumble, however, merely turned his head toward the medicine den, noting that Puddleheart had stuck his head out looking frustrated. He'd almost taken a step in his friend's direction when Rainpaw and Ambrosiadew had approached the den, and so Drifttumble hestitantly sat back on his haunches, watching from afar as the trio spoke.
He hadn't intended to stare when he originally turned his head, but now he couldn't break his eyes away, as though caught in a trance. Something about Puddleheart seemed.... different, lately. Drifttumble wasn't entirely sure what he would call the small flutter in his heartbeat when Puddleheart was near. He'd always been flirty with the younger tom, much as he was with just about everyone in the clan, but it felt more important when he was doing his best to make Puddleheart crack a smile, or calm him down when he could tell Puddleheart was becoming overwhelmed. By the gods, he'd even faked injuries just to land himself in that den so that he could talk to Puddleheart, which had earned him quite a few teasing looks from his fellow fighters and even from Burninglight!
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#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 24, 2024 10:34:11 GMT -5
Archsong-Returning to Camp-Open Archsong walked back into camp, a claw in her jaws. She had left and departed to find her token, and was pleased with her find. It was a claw from a badger that she had found partially buried in the dirt at the base of a tree. To her it was the perfect token to put in the nest to put her entry into the games, she was fighter and her claws were rather odd compared to her clanmates. As she placed it into the nest she observed the other tokens a light smile on the she cat's face, there seemed to be many competing and it gave the she cat excitement, as she moved away, she glanced around the camp at all her clanmates, she moved on from the nest, she had to check on Sagekit and make sure he was okay and then get to decorating her fur like the rest of her clanmates where in the process of doing. |
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Post by Junospower on Jul 24, 2024 13:39:37 GMT -5
RainpawWith Goosefreckle, Puppleheart(briefly), and Ambrosiadew(briefly) | 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 , soot
He couldn't help the surprised reaction on his face when Puddleheart, almost too quickly, responded to him. The apprentice listened to the slightly older medicine cat mention something about his father and decorations. He didn't catch the way Puddleheart was subtly- well, as subtly as he could be with how frantic he appeared to be- but Rainpaw was still in shock by the way he was talking fast at him and now with Ambrosiadew joining in, it was clear he was unneeded. Rainpaw gave the two a polite dip of his head and padded over to where Goosefreckle was helping his clanmates decorate themselves for the games. He might as well join in. As he got closer, the eldest apprentice gave his father a friendly flick of his tail in greeting.
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Post by soot on Jul 24, 2024 13:54:07 GMT -5
Ambrosiadew
Camp -|- With Puddleheart ( 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖)
Ambrosiadew watched one cat leave Puddleheart quickly, after seeing Rainpaw, and then Rainpaw himself also took off moments later. Woops. Ambrosiadew sends a sympathetic glance to Puddleheart. “Hi there, Puddle. Welp, ah- sorry about that, I didn’t realize everyone was running away from you today.” He says with a teasing, and apologetic smile, one of those was likeeeely his own fault.
Flicking his tail, he tilts his head, still picking up the strong scent of florals. “You’re sure about that? I know you’ve got that whole divine right shtick going on, but I didn’t think medicine cats like yourself used flowers? That’s a bit more of mine own expertise.” He says curiously, eyes bright and very expectant, a knowing look.
Ambrosiadew remembers spending a good amount of time in the nursery, alongside Puddleheart. He didn’t even know he wasn’t clan born until he’d become an apprenticeship himself. The little guy used to be a bit less.. nervous, more cheery, happy. He’s sure, as delightful as she was, spending time with Pomegrantefur could do that to any cat. Even such an apprentice as Puddlepaw had been.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 24, 2024 13:54:22 GMT -5
Thundersnap Camp | With Steelfish (soot)
Thundersnap’s eyes lit up when Steelfish padded over to join him. That was exactly who he had been hoping to find before the games began. He hadn’t noticed a token in the nest that might represent Steelfish, which meant it was unlikely Steelfish was competing. Thundersnap was okay with that, otherwise he would have to compete against him and that would be hard.
Then Steelfish went on to compliment him and Thundersnap purred loudly, puffing out his chest. He was no stranger to compliments, from his mother, his sister, his grandfather, and from plenty of cats he could only assume were admirers, however, it was different when it came from Steelfish. Everything was different when it came from him.
Dazzling, handsome.
Thundersnap felt a warm sensation grow in his chest and he smiled at Steelfish. ”Thank you,” he said and paused as he looked Steelfish over, decorated in just a small splash of paint and a flower. It wasn’t quite as extravagant as Thundersnap’s own decorations were, but Steelfish made it look beautiful. ”You clean up nicely, Steelfish, perhaps you should decorate yourself more often, I certainly would not mind seeing you like this more,” he commented coyly and flicked his ears.
Then Steelfish commented on Thundersnap’s token, a token that he was quite sure would cause a buzz throughout the camp and Thundersnap puffed out his chest proudly. ”Yes, I stumbled across it, nearly fell into Astrapeos’ Summit when that rock saved me,” he explained and glanced down, almost bashful.
”Some of the other cats seem to think it’s a gift from the gods…”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 24, 2024 14:07:00 GMT -5
Mothflutter Camp | With Hyacinthsong (𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢)
After Goosefreckle had whisked Pearlfeather away for whatever extremely important entertainer business they were up to, Mothflutter had started to pad around camp and see what the others were up to. Most of them were either chatting, practically buzzing with excitement for the games, or they were finishing the final touches on their decorations.
He even spotted Acaciaberry slip by and drop her token into Laurelstar’s nest—though she was cutting it awfully short that one, sunset would officially be over soon and the night would begin.
As Mothflutter padded around, he quickly spotted Stoatchase finally return to camp and blinked, half tempted to go over to him and fill him in on what had happened after he left the hunting party.
However, before he could, a bright and cheerful laughter broke through the air and Mothflutter immediately recognized the voice. He swerved around, spotting Hyacinthsong not very far away and he immediately froze up.
She was decorated in a beautiful array of hyacinths, blue ones to match her fur, and a mix of blue and white paint that emphasized the color. She was beautiful, yet Mothflutter couldn’t help but find her laugh to be the most beautiful thing about her in the moment.
That was, at least…until he realized she was laughing at him.
Immediately a small burst of insecurity took over and Mothflutter looked down, almost tempted to yank the flowers from his mane like fur. Oh this had been a bad idea, he shouldn’t have ever let Pearlfeather talk him into this, he clearly looked ridiculous—
”Sorry, I’ve never seen you so made up before. You look handsome, really.”
Mothflutter stopped in his tracks as he slowly registered what Hyacinthsong had said and he glanced over at her. ”Pearlfeather talked me into it, it’s..it’s stupid though, I know,” he told her and looked down again, awkwardly reaching his teeth into his fur to tug out one of the flowers and let it fall to the ground. ”I’m sure I look ridiculous,” he tried to play it off with a laugh.
After a moment, Mothflutter looked back at Hyacinthsong and cleared his throat. ”But, you look…you look really nice,” he added and smirked a little, flicking his ears. ”I like the hyacinths.”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 24, 2024 14:16:21 GMT -5
Sablefrost
Sablefrost had, admittedly, been lost in her thoughts when she heard a voice call out to her, and before she even had a chance to process it, Cloverpounce had seated herself right next to her.
Sablefrost’s eyes widened and her heart immediately began pounding in her chest. Cloverpounce was here. Sitting right next to her, all dressed up in beautiful green clovers. Talking to Sablefrost, complimenting Sablefrost.
What. Was. Happening?
Sablefrost gulped and looked away, fidgeting slightly.
”Okay, be cool, Sablefrost, it’s just a conversation, you can do this,” she thought to herself and glanced back over at Cloverpounce. ”I…you…you look nice,” she squeaked out and immediately cursed herself.
What was that?
Okay, it’s fine, just focus on the games instead.
Sablefrost swerved to look at Laurelstar’s nest. ”I saw your clover that you put in. It’s a good token, I bet you’ll win, you’ll make a great leader,” she told her quickly, stubbornly not looking at her. ”I uh…I just put in a…well, I don’t know what it is, my nephew found it for me so I put it in. It’s…a triangle.”
A triangle that was feeling significantly less cool the more she talked about it. Oh no, this was going terribly.
Sablefrost really hoped Pantherprowl wasn’t around to watch this.
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Post by lepidopteran on Jul 24, 2024 14:28:39 GMT -5
Cloverpounce Camp | With Sablefrost (𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 ) Cloverpounce didn’t seem to notice the immediate shift from the she-cat, how she stumbled over her words and averted her gaze. Her ear flicked at the compliment and she smiled. “Aw shucks… Really? I just figured clovers were the only thing that’d make sense, is all.” Looking over the she-cat, she tilted her head, fluffy ears flopping with the movement. While she was quite unaware of just how much she had flustered the other cat, she wasn’t dumb, and could tell the scout felt off. Assuming it was due to the anxiety of the games, she swept her feathery tail over Sablefrost’s back, a clover or two falling onto the molly’s dark coat, contrasting both her fur color and the purples of her flowers and paint. Avoiding the idea of being a ‘good leader’ (she wasn't all that interested in that sort of thing), she just smiled gently. “Oh that triangle was yours? I like it. Looks a tad weird but, y’know, like, a good weird. Unique!” She purred a bit of a laugh. “You seem awful nervous there, you antsy about the games? You’ll do great. I could easily see you goin’ real far.” |
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Post by soot on Jul 24, 2024 14:30:12 GMT -5
Steelfish
Camp -|- With Thundersnap ( 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖)
Steelfish dipped his head at Thundersnap’s thanks, giving a bit more of a smile now, as he settles himself sat down fully. “Always.” He responds lightly, the tip of his tail curling just slightly at Thundersnap’s gaze. It always felt as if it weighted him down, not quite in.. a negative way, though.
Steelfish has to keep his ears from dipping happily, and demure. He takes the compliment, well tires to, as he has with all the ones he’s received earlier. “Thank you. I’m-“ he pauses, again, the fur running along the bones of his spine bristling just a tad. “I’m not too much for all the decorations.” He says quickly afterwards, though keeping a quite calm expression. The main reasons he doesn’t often decorate too often is- well, paint doesn’t take well to his fur. He was quite thankful for the entertainer who had bothered to get one of their honey laced paints to get it to actually stick. Steelfish is.. somewhat inclined to go see if he could perhaps had a bit more. In celebration, perhaps after the first game.
At talk of the other tom’s token, Steelfish looks mildly alarmed. “Nearly fell? The storm did probably loosen quite a bit of sturdy soil..” He reasons, ears somewhat flat.
The rest of the story is explained though, and Steelfish looks- well, more admiring than anything. “I’m thankful for it either way, God send, or not.” He says head tilting, quick to try and remedy the somewhat embarrassed look on Thundersnap. He’s not often bashful by any means, but Steelfish is sure he could feel similar if he’d nearly feel into a chasm of that magnitude. More terrified probabaly, but still.
Steelfish purrs lightly, proud of his friend, and excited to see how Thundersnap does. He does have quite a good chance of winning, he thinks, with his heritage. And his skill alone will do him good. His tail curled shyly around one of his paws, stopping the noise, catching it in his throat. “It- honestly, it could definitely be. I don’t think such a thing could be out there- where exactly you were patrolling.. to save you? It must’ve been.” |
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 24, 2024 14:47:39 GMT -5
Stagshatter
Stagshatter froze when he heard the familiar voice of his friend and perked his large, tufted ears. He turned his head, quickly spotting Journeywish approaching him and made room for him to sit.
If Stagshatter were to be fully honest, he hadn’t seem much of Journeywish these last few days and was glad for his company.
”Evening, Journeywish, I was wondering where you might’ve been hiding lately,” Stagshatter mused and looked away, his eyes trailing over the rest of the camp as he watched everyone get ready and enjoy themselves. Stagshatter fidgeted slightly and glanced down at his paws.
He was aware that he was one of the only cats not all decorated up, but at least Journeywish was there with him, as undecorated as he was. ”It’s a bit of both, I suppose,” Stagshatter admitted with a small shrug of his shoulders. ”I couldn’t find anyone to help me, and gods know I have no one here I’m trying to dress up for,” Stagshatter began to explain.
He wasn’t oblivious, he knew that one of the reasons some of the cats liked to dress up was to show off for their crushes or mates, or even just for themselves. Stagshatter, however, wasn’t like that.
Besides, he had come to twenty eight moons and had yet to find someone he felt more than kinship with. Perhaps he wouldn’t ever, even if he did think it would be nice.
Stagshatter sighed softly and continued. ”Besides. I don’t have much of a reason to dress up. I can’t enter the games, I’m not an entertainer, and all I did today was help Aspectpetal fortify the camp a little more,” he explained and paused, glancing toward Journeywish. ”What about you? Why are you so undecorated?”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 24, 2024 14:56:00 GMT -5
Shadowhush
Shadowhush watched as Sorrelmist rushed over to her and she couldn’t help but purr in greeting. She looked absolutely adorable with all the flowers and paint, decorated just like Shadowhush expected an entertainer to be.
”Sorrelmist! Look at you! You look incredible!” Shadowhush told her, glad for the distraction of her friend as she bounced around her. ”You look like one of the muses!” Shadowhush added and swerved to face the young entertainer, vivid blue eyes wide. ”Are you going to tell a story tonight? I hope you do, I love listening to your stories…”
Shadowhush trailed off, falling silent so she could listen to Sorrelmist speak up and then promptly launch into a ramble. Shadowhush purred softly and sat down in front of her, curling her long black tail over her paws as she nodded intently, listening to everything she said.
Once Sorrelmist had finished, Shadowhush smiled. ”Honestly, I forgot all about decorating myself,” Shadowhush admitted and glanced herself over for a second, spinning on a circle. Once she finished, she turned back to face Sorrelmist and purred happily. ”If you think it would be worth the effort, then sure! I’d love your help to get a little decorated up,” she decided enthusiastically.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 24, 2024 15:09:53 GMT -5
Goosefreckle Camp | With the Entertainers + Rainpaw (Junospower)
Goosefreckle was not ashamed to admit that he had gone all out for the first game, with a flower of practically ever color woven into his fur—a task much harder done than said, as his fur was short and sleek, not the type to work well with flowers—and different colors of paint splashed across his pelt like a rainbow. He was bright, he was colorful, and he loved it.
Currently, Goosefreckle had found himself sitting in the corner of the stage and listing off all the competitors so each entertainer could introduce once. However, he was still waiting for some of the other entertainers to check in, and he simply would have to go check on Sagekit soon as well, but for now, he was waiting.
At least, waiting until his eldest son came over to him.
Goosefreckle beamed at the sight of Rainpaw. ”Rainpaw! Oh I have been looking for you, you’ve been so busy today, hunting for the clan,” he mused and immediately walked over to his son, licking his head. ”Oh my! You haven’t even gotten decorated yet, have you?” Goosefreckle realized with a gasp and a soft purr as he smiled down at him. ”Well, we can certainly fix that right up, I have plenty of materials left over, we could match!” He suggested and took a step back to pose, showing off his colorful pelt to Rainpaw.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 24, 2024 15:29:58 GMT -5
Puddleheart Camp | With Rainpaw (briefly), Drifttumble (mentioned), & Ambrosiadew (soot & ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ »)
Puddleheart winced when Rainpaw left. Oh he definitely could’ve handled that better. Did he sound dismissive? Had he upset the apprentice?
Maybe sometime later, he would have to check in on Rainpaw and make sure he didn’t take it personally. Puddleheart would add it to the list. Check on Riverlily and also check on Rainpaw. However, that would have to wait.
Puddleheart looked up, frowning slightly when he saw the last lights slowly beginning to fade. Sunset was taking its time tonight, and Puddleheart couldn’t help but wonder if Íliosikieos was watching and prolonging his light for just a little longer for Puddleheart’s benefit. Now that would be appreciated if it was, and Puddleheart would be sure to ask the sun god about it the next time they spoke.
However, his attention was quickly diverted to Ambrosiadew as he approached and joked about cats running off.
Puddleheart sighed. ”Yes, I seem to have that effect on cats recently,” he commented and shook his head, pausing when Ambrosiadew asked again if things were alright.
Puddleheart would love to say that they were and send Ambrosiadew on his way, but he knew that as the medicine cat…and also the one hosting this event, there was a certain expectation that Puddleheart needed to at least appear somewhat dressed up and he couldn’t just leave his flower crown on the floor of his den.
He fidgeted a little and then sighed, finally risking a glance up at Ambrosiadew. ”I…I may be struggling…slightly, to put the flower crown I made on,” Puddleheart admittedly sheepishly, warmth flooding his face in embarrassment as he bent his ears back and pawed anxiously at the ground. ”Usually Pomegranatefur helps me, but….” he trailed off.
Everyone knew where Pomegranatefur was and it wasn’t here.
After a moment, Puddleheart let out a breath and looked back up at Ambrosiadew. ”It’s fine though, I can figure it out—“ he paused for a second, suddenly feeling eyes burning into his skull.
Puddleheart looked around, finally spotting where it was coming from.
Drifttumble, a fighter around Puddleheart’s age, looking over here.
Oh no.
Even more cats were noticing now. That was so many cats, all of them watching him fail.
Puddleheart gulped down his nerves and sent Drifttumble a small, pleasant smile, hoping to ease any concerns the other tom might have before sharply turning to Ambrosiadew. ”Follow me into the den please,” Puddleheart requested quickly and turned to walk back into the medicine cat den.
He was going to need just a little bit of help, and he realized this now. But hopefully if he handled this particular issue inside the medicine cat den, away from too many prying eyes.
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Post by soot on Jul 24, 2024 16:22:38 GMT -5
Ambrosiadew
Camp -|- With Puddleheart ( 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖)
Ambrosiadew flicked his ears, an ecstatic look on his face, if mellowed of course. He chattered a small laugh, ears flickering in amusement at the tom’s response to his little joke.
It took a moment after his once more ask, for Puddleheart to express he did in fact need possibly a paw of help. Ambrosiadew giving a genuine look at his trailing off. As much of a strong personality Pomegranatefur had, she still was a great cat, did so much for the clan. Hopping to his paws, and quirking a brow at his quick change of thought and slipping into the medicine cat’s den right after him, taking a cursory look around.. and pausing on the somewhat bare bones nest, with Puddleheart’s scent radiating from it. And another, that’s yet to be taken from its spot.
Ambrosiadew frowns some, making to take his eyes on where the floral scent was coming from, looking at to flower crown with happy eyes. “Oh! This looks delightful, you were taught well to make these little furies. My paws used to be much more clumsy when I was learning to make these.” He says, trying to take Puddleheart’s mind off of the stress he can see brewing in his head like a whirling storm.
Flicking his sleek, soft furred tail, he reached a paw up to tap Puddleheart’s cheek, “Head down just a bit, friend.” He says, getting straight to the point. He gently picks up the well crafted and weaved flower crown, and moves to set it to encompass the other tom’s ears, like a halo of flowers.Sitting back on his haunches, front paws lifted, he frowns in concentration, smoothing some of the fur on Puddleheart’s cheek, and pausing. He hums.“That should be good.. I could add a lil’ dot of paint if you’d like, but you’re looking real handsome.” He assures with a smile, “And like a capable medicine cat.” |
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Post by Junospower on Jul 24, 2024 16:29:05 GMT -5
RainpawWith Goosefreckle | 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖
Rainpaw let out a small purr of laugh as his father gave him a friendly lick on the top of his head. It didn't feel so long ago when he would have to stretch his legs to the tip of his toes so he could receive his parents' affection, now he was almost fully grown. He was sure his father was proud of him and he went on about him feeding the clan, his fur growing slightly hot with embarrassment. Distantly he wondered if his parents were somewhat saddened that he chose to be a hunter and not followed their pawsteps to be a fighter or an entertainer... He was brought out of his thoughts when Goosefreckle offered to help him decorate himself. Rainpaw wasn't the kind of cat to weave flowers into his fur, not that his fur was long enough anyway, one of the things he inherited from his father, and he wasn't a fan of bright colors to paint his fur. Too loud and vibrant for his taste, he preferred cooler tones of colors. "Actually," Rainpaw chirped, "Do you think you could paint my fur to honor Okeaneos?"
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Post by boragesky on Jul 24, 2024 17:20:10 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 | Open for Interaction! (No One Interacting (but he's gonna need help))
Hymnalkit awoke to chattering outside. Typical thing to wake up to, even though he'd only been alive for 2 moons. He yawned as he sat up. He turned to Flickeringburrow, checking if his mother was awake. She was sound asleep. "Must've slept in..." he thought. He got up on his paws and began to make his way out of the nursery, tripping over the occasional vacant nests. He stepped outside.
Light.
Not sunlight.
Light. In the mood.
Hymnalkit was rather confused about what was happening but shrugged as he turned to a patch of wisterias. He saw that other cats had paint, flowers, plants, and other accessories. Rather than asking, he just picked up the wisterias and placed them in front of him. The kit seemed to try to make a wisteria crown, but he was clearly struggling. He picked up the crown, which was very messy, and placed it crooked on his head. He was hoping it would work. He didn't know what he was doing, but the kit didn't understand the concept of asking for help. He was just doing what he saw others do.
But, forget that. In his opinion, he looked beautiful. Not just handsome, but in his eyes, beautiful. The kit frolicked around certain camp areas in his beloved crown, making sure not to hit anyone.
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Post by lepidopteran on Jul 24, 2024 22:16:10 GMT -5
Flickerpaw And a cohort just so happened to be inside the den, fixing themself a poppy flower necklace. Flickerpaw, so engrossed in trying to make hers look like the ones made by the entertainers (because asking for help would be just embarrassing), didn’t realize for a good few moments that Fawnpaw, one of her partners in crime, was even there. She'd always fancied herself the 'leader' of the friend group, even though she was the youngest. With messily put together poppies adorning her head, she finally looked up to bask in her accomplishment, but then noticed the other apprentice. Grinning, she strode forward. “I made my own flower crown!” She chirped, chest puffed out, ignoring that it didn’t look as good as the entertainer-made crowns and necklaces. They then paused, sitting beside Fawnpaw, thin tail curling around their paws. “...You got a funny look on your face. D'ya got something on your mind?” Their large ears swiveled to face their friend, as if on radar for any secrets or plans. |
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Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
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Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them
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Post by Ember34 on Jul 25, 2024 15:30:04 GMT -5
Ivypaw had woven flowers into his fur after getting help from Mintpaw, his brother having had tons of practice from the leaves in his fur. As he stretched and walked away from the entertainers to give more room for other cats needing help, he spotted his sister and Flickerpaw and headed over for them. He was disappointed he had failed to find a token to place in the nest. As he got closer he heard what Flickerpaw said and after taking another look to Fawnpaw, a bright grin drew to his face. " Everything okay," he asked his tail flicking excitedly behind him. " Surely if you are planning something you would let us in on it, would be wrong of you not to. Maybe I'll have to tell mom." It was an empty threat, even from kithood, he never told their mom anything, it was always empty from him, as he was to supportive of his own good, so even if he couldn't join in on whatever was going on, he would never go and rat anyone out. |
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