Ah bikini bottom | Sunbathing

[Quietcrow]

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ Puffy white clouds rolled along, carrying hope for rain. The apprentice was finally free from his responsibility to go off and enjoy the day. So Quietpaw hovered around till he found a good spot at the edge of camp away from others to simply lay back and watch the sky.

"Perhaps a mouse,,, no a rabbit." He rambled on in a daze about the clouds and what shape they took. "Now that one looks,,, just like a dove," he squinted, his eyes tilting his head. "Oh, that's actually a dove,"

The lure of sleep clings to his eyes, and yet he forces them open once more, even though his limbs have already succumbed to slumber. It's not often that his mind is quite allowing the black tom to take a moment to relax without worrying about the mundane. Greenleaf was in full blast. The sun's rays heated up his fur boarding, setting him ablaze and a cozy, warm embrace. Though he did cool the spots in his coat that were getting too hot but he still refused to move into the shade. The grass in camp was no longer crunchy and filled with soot but soft little plush clusters clear of debri. Quietpaw welcomed the return of soft grass, even if it was not back to full glory yet. Perhaps a day of indulgences wouldn't hurt, and his head began to nod off.

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  Quietpaw — ･ he/him ･ 11 moons ･ moor runner apprentice ･Windclan ･ PENNED BY @Ghostunes!

  A timid mostly black tom with white markings on his chest and back. Note: ',,,' are short pauses in his speech Tags ​

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Lately, it seemed as though peace and relaxation were practically impossible to come by within Windclan. Tragedy after tragedy had decided to strike them, and even Rattleheart found that their faith in Starclan was being tested as of late. The only salvation had come in the form of Starclan making their displeasure over Windclan's abuse known at the gathering, and they had only heard about as much happening secondhand. Though they had certainly noticed the disappearance of the moon from the sky, remembering how they had pulled their litter in close and protectively in response.

At least they weren't all suffering, if Quietpaw's relaxed half-slumber was anything to go by. They chuckled fondly when they spotted him, having ventured out of the nursery for a brief walk to stretch their legs. The last thing Rattleheart wanted to do was to interrupt his nodding off, though they couldn't help but look up towards the sky alongside him. "Hm... doesn't that one look a bit like an apprentice? Right about your size, if it were down here." They pointed one white paw up towards a passing curled cloud, before settling down on their stomach nearby. The way the sun sank down into the dark spots of their pelt prompted a purr from the back of their throat, tail tucking neatly underneath them as they joined Quietpaw in his sunbathing. Hopefully he wouldn't mind their presence nearby, considering they weren't much of a chatterbox either - not unless it was requested of them, anyways.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 52 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[SOOTSPOT]

Where did a wandering gaze go when it feared what lurked past the sky? Sootspot had not cloud watched for a long time, and sneaking peaks at whatever Quietpaw admired did little to bolster his confidence in assessing the shapes of the fluffy passersby. Half-submerged within shade, the tom recreationally listened to the conversation between the apprentice and Rattleheart, thoughts too preoccupied for sincere involvement in Quietpaw's game. His paws tucked neatly beneath his body in a loaf, the only appendage that dared to be splayed out being a long-furred tail with no other place to go. StarClan it was hot., but he could not relax despite the scorching afternoon completely. Even the tunnels did not feel like adequate respite at the moment. "It is surely a miracle you can see the shapes with such clarity," he mused, biting back his envy. Tunneling had not destroyed his vision, merely adapted it to be better suited to the nighttime. But, when he dared to look up, he found each cloud to be a blur. "That one could be a star, or a turtle." He gestured lazily to a five-pronged cloud, too marred by its journey to be either.


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[FEATHERSPINE]

Was this not a terribly pointless thing? Watching skybound cotton-buds separate, shift... compating them aloud to things. It seemed like such a childish, fruitless activity... sickeningly temporary, unlike the sharpening of claws, and honing of wit and ability. And yet... yet, yellow eyes searched for smething critical, and found nothing. Her tongue strived to lash, but- as much as Sootspot tended to writhe beneath her skin, he was not wishing death upon her father at this particular point in time. Rattleheart was respectable, and Quietpaw... should probably be focusing on his training, surely.

"You've done your training for the day?" Featherspine asked, voice clear but not quite aggressive... it was likely, if he was being allowed to lounge so openly in front of everyone. Critical eyes upturned, finding the sprawling clouds and studying the in silence for a few moments. An apprentice... a star, a turtle... Featherspine scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"They look like clouds," he said, temper embittered. What talent, what devotion, would bestow this skill? This pointless skill, that he wanted to have for some reason. Some stupid reason. Imagination had only ever crafted monsters out of shadows for him, though... no wonder he'd never tried to improve it. "Or- mountains. Hills... nothing other than mounds." Blobs, shapeless... where were the cats, the stars within them?​

✦ penned by pin​

 

[SHEEPPAW]

Sky-blue eyes gazes at the group of cats, with a hum as he catches sight of Quietpaw. He hasn't had any interactions with the other tom, but… now he is! The messy-furred apprentice bounds up to group, ears perking up at Quietpaw's rambling with the voices of others. Namely Rattleheart, a familiar face.

He slows to a halt to plop onto his hunches next to Quietpaw, with a flick of his dark tail. Feeling the sun's rays heated up his back, leaving his messy coat to absorb the warm touch. Greenleaf was on full blast, but it was too hot. He all but flops onto his side with an 'oof', twisting around to squint at the sky above. Watching clouds was fun, they shift veryyyy slowly to craft a weird but fun shape! He hums as he listens to Quietpaw's rambles on animals in the sky. "Looks like a… horse to me." He raises a paw to point at the wobbly, four-legged shape in the sky. Maybe, it was a horse? or something else entirely. Sheeppaw doesn't really care. He watches as clouds filled with rain, slowly shift and take random shapes.

He swivels an ear towards Sootspot and Featherspine speak, he quickly toons them out. Boring! He huffs, as he focuses on cloud watching, observing the skybounded mounds of fluff. "That one looks like a bird. Or maybe a sheep?" He hums, before his voice turns in confusion as he looks at the fluffy mounds, take a shape of a round and lumpy figure with… was that wings? He sweeps his tail behind him, as he squints at the sky with a slight frown on his face. Strange.

FEEL THE LAUGHTER BUILD ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 SLUMBER PARTIES

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• no ref yet </3
• ( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
  ✶ amab ; HE / HIM ; 8 MOONS & AGES EVERY 29TH.
  ✶ undecided / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, 8E7F7F" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like early morning dew & windblown heather
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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