camp ANGELS WATCH OVER ME ˚⊹♡ accessorizing

[ODDGLEAM]

With his stomach weighing him more, he had opted to lay just outside the nursery. Happily doing a task he had came up for himself to do, while waiting for his... little ones so be brought into the earth. Mismatched tail twitched where it lay, curled over his bunched up hind legs. Delicate, pale - touched paws braided stems with familiar movement. A grin graces his lips, half-lidded eyes sleepily blinks. He had missed making various sized flower crowns. Oddgleam's feathery fur was littered with different sorts of leaves and flowers; he'd even has a few insect wings he had ripped from their horrible - looking bodies. Pale muzzle scrunches up at the thought of even naming one of his kits after a bug... Ew.

Soft daisy petals he had were carefully weaved into his coat. This is own his tradition, after all– well his family, more of his father had installed in his older brother and himself. To dress up the body with anything they could get their paws on, all except for the gross trash dumped in the alleyways. "Hmm... How do I look?" Oddgleam hums, turning his pale - patched head towards the closest clanmate with his tail twitching to and fro.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ♡ 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑫𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑶𝑵 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬

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• ( LIKE HONEY IN WARM MILK ) ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ODDGLEAM. ╱ skyclan queen.
  ⸝⸝ non-binary ; HE / THEY ; 17 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 7TH.
  ♡ bi-pan / polyamorous / mated to crowsight & owlheart
  ♡ pretty, long-legged medium furred sliver-cream calico with copper eyes.
  ♡ battle notes — thoughts ; "Speech, ac7d88" ; attacks only
  ♡ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ♡ smells like caramel frappe & chilled stone
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone

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[BEECHDAPPLE]

☆ "looking as lovely as ever, oddgleam." compliments the nearby calico who turns their attention towards the feathery queen, a warmhearted smile gracing her odd maw. if you were to ask beechdapple what skyclan is known for without mentioning the obvious daylight-warriors and expert tree-climbing, she'd probably answer with fashion. just about everyone you'll see in their camp is adorned one way or another with a special accessory such as feathers, flowers and even strange twoleg items like ribbons and bows. "i'm honestly a bit jealous, i feel whenever i try to pretty myself up i just end up looking like i lost a fight to a bramble bush." its spoken in jest, body shaking subtly from the chuckle that drummed in within her chest. it's technically a half-truth, she did unfortunately lack a little bit in the department of weaving which she faults her big paws for since it can be so difficult trying to pull a stems together and through eachother.

"i gotta ask though, how do you manage to keep them looking so...well-kept and secure?" beechdapple curiously asks, head tilting to the side. maybe there was a trick she wasn't made aware of yet.

// forgive me if this post lacks sense in any way, i was starting to doze off HARD writing this up hkccgjjdg ​

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[SILVERSMOKE]

The tom blinked to attention as a voice pierced his ears, his head turning towards Oddgleam. He squinted a moment, trying to discern what was different about the other, when Beechdapple spoke in his head. The other had been close to him from the start, and as his gaze shifted between the two mottled felines, a rush of embarrassment hit him as he realised that Oddgleam had been talking to Beechdapple from the start. It made more sense, the tom's pelt had always been noticeably barren of anything that wasn't fur or scar tissue. 'Pointless' was the word he'd used to describe dressing up, followed by a swift, 'it offers no benefit to the clan why would I bother?'.

Even now, that belief had a stranglehold on his mind, overshadowing anything pleasant he could say about the other's daisies. His mouth parted for a spell, as if trying to break his silence with a compliment, but his mind went blank on what to say. Silversmoke had to speak the truth and so here, should he attempt to lie, he knew the words would sound more stilted and awkward than a resounding 'no'. The large tabby stepped closer as he caught a glimpse of eye contact from the expecting Queen. With a tone that suggested curiosity moreso than judgement, Silversmoke asked, "Why do you do that?"
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[FIGFEATHER]

She did not think as strongly of it as Silversmoke, but she would agree when it came to herself. She had never been a cat who had cared much about her appearance, save from routinely grooming the knots from her fur every morning, she was not lazy nor unkempt. When it came to the extras though, accessorizing, she’s never participated.

Whatever she put on her pelt would just weigh her down, if not literally it would in terms of having to keep track of it. What if a beloved feather fell out during a scuffle and she didn’t notice until late? A colorful flower gifted to her by the kits of the clan? She would keep safekeepings like that for her nest in the warrior’s den, not to risk losing in the wilds.

But just because she wouldn’t partake she did not scorn others for doing so. Especially cats like Oddgleam who really at this point in time had little else to do for their own entertainment. ”Yes, you look nice.” She echoes Beechdapple, amused by her jest. She leaves the questioning of Silversmoke for one of them to answer.

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[Chickbloom]

Chickbloom was no fashionista, usually too occupied with whatever worry was rampaging within an anxious mind to even think about his appearance, but the boy did enjoy weaving. It was more for fun than fashion’s sake, intricate tangles of flower and fern serving as a distraction from his troubles. Often whatever he made was handed out or simply left to wither. If the coward ever wore his own product, it was because he didn’t want it to go to waste.

So, as someone who considered himself an enthusiast when it came to weaving, it was no surprise that amber eyes sparked with uncharacteristic energy at Oddgleam’s question. “Y-You look so cute!” Chickbloom exclaimed before embarrassment took hold, and the baby bird seemed to shrink as he realized how his compliment could be misinterpreted. “I m-mean - like - I never t-thought about weaving stuff into your f-fur - y’know? It’s…c-cool.”

Silversmoke’s words bring Chickbloom slightly out of his shell, and the Scottish Fold sought to deflect from his outburst by giving his pseudo-mentor a gentle nudge. “It’s - y’know - it’s fun.” ​

 

[ODDGLEAM]

His ears perked forward, a beaming smile gracing his pale maw at the voice of Beechdapple. His copper gaze rests on his fellow calico, his mismatched tail curled around his figure as he speaks in a soft tone. "Why... Thank you, Beechdapple." He dips his head towards the older warrior. Ear twitching, he listens to Beechdapple speak on how she would try to pretty herself up would look like she got in a fight with a bramble bush. He lets out a small good-natured giggle at that image. "I could help you out with... a makeover? If you want to, of course." He hums with a nod of his head. It's a very nice honor to decorate one's pelt with things that interest you! It is a beautiful honor to decorate the body for the spirit that masks deep underneath itself beneath one's fur.

An ear twitches and swivels towards approaching pawsteps paired with the voice of Sliversmoke, head tilting at the older tom. He smiles up at the large tabby. "It is a fun tradition. Plus... a nice pastime while I'm stuck in the nursery." He goes back to weaving a fifth flower crown, finishing the crown that had a flower stem base with leaves and flower buds weaved between twisting easily snappable branches gently. He placed his finished product beside the other different crowns. The feathered queen notices Figfeather and dips his head in towards the molly. "Ah, thank you Figfeather." A pale paw goes to the side— shuffling through the materials he gathered, perking up at some random wildflowers. One would easily tell these are weeds, but at this point, he'll take what he could get.

"I need my paws to do something instead of sitting here looking pretty." He sighed, while his paws worked on another crown made of wildflowers and insect wings. Ear twitching, he glances over at the ever-skittish Chickbloom, he lets out a chortle. "No, no! It's quite alright Chickbloom." He waves a paw at the bicolored Scottish fold, shaking his head.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ♡ 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑫𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑶𝑵 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬

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• temp oddgleam reference

  

• ( LIKE HONEY IN WARM MILK ) ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ODDGLEAM. ╱ skyclan queen.
  ⸝⸝ non-binary ; HE / THEY ; 17 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 7TH.
  ♡ bi-pan / polyamorous / mated to crowsight & owlheart
  ♡ pretty, long-legged medium furred sliver-cream calico with copper eyes.
  ♡ battle notes — thoughts ; "Speech, e7d3e7" ; attacks only
  ♡ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ♡ smells like caramel frappe & chilled stone
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone

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