pafp ASPIRING ARTISTS ࿏ berry art

[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- While the various blooms that had begun to sprout around camp were pretty enough, vibrant in their right, Pinekit had been quick to find something even more exciting than silly flowers. The berries warriors had begun to bring back to camp were an anomaly for the brindled kitten, enchanting in the way they popped something bright when she squished at them.
Learning how to make a paste with them didn't seem to be too difficult, at least once some warriors had helped her gather all the materials together.
When Crabkit approached, Pinekit had only just started making her paint, thinking about the exact place she wanted it smattered on her pelt.
Patchwork paws popped at the berries, pop, pop, pop. Honeyed hues so focused on her craft that Pinekit almost didn't see the mischief that began to glint in her brothers eye.
Almost.
"Hey- don't you dare Crab-"

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IF YOUR LOVE'S THE TRUTH ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ OR THE SPIRIT OF DECEIT ──┐‎

• PAFP — @CRABKIT
  

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  PINEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of riverclan, 2 moons.
  ⭃ plush-furred tortoiseshell she-kit with white dipped forepaws, tail tip, and muzzle and round, honey hued optics.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragkit && Crabkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[CRABPAW]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 Berries aren't supposed to be for painting, are they? They're supposed to be for eating—except that not all of them are for eating, and he's supposed to ask Moonpaw or a warrior before he eats any of the berries that he finds around the camp. But when he approaches Pinekit, tail held high in the air, he first notices the way that she squishes berries beneath her paws to make a paste of their juices. Paint, that's exactly what it is. He attempts to act natural, but he can't keep the mischief from shining through in his expression. Ginger paws creep forward, and his tortoiseshell sister calls out a warning to him—but before she can finish her sentence, the tom leaps toward her suddenly, a grin appearing across his muzzle as he slams both his paws down into the squished berries.

"GOTCHA!" He cries out, aiming to swipe a berry-covered paw across Pinekit's shoulder and face. He squishes another of the berries as he moves, splattering dark purple all across his pristinely white-furred hindpaw and then sending the pigment flying when he rushes toward Pinekit again.​

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[iciclefang]

There are moments where Iciclefang's heart is so full of love for her kits that it feels heavy, swollen. There are other moments where she curses the day she'd looked into a pair of sunlit eyes and twined her tail with another. This is the latter. She looks with barely-disguised dismay as Pinekit begins to smash berries under her paws, creating ruddy stains across her fur. She wants to curse the warriors who'd brought her such weapons of mass chaos—berry stains are hard to wash out of kitten fur. She has half a mind to force whoever had lugged the little fruit bits into camp to ready their tongues.

And, of course, where Pinekit is making a mess, Crabkit is drawn from her side, his green eyes round and bright with mischief. He smears purple across his littermate's fur, staining his own paws a dark and alarming violet.

"The two of you will be going for a swim to get that off of you," she mews, her ears flattening. "And you won't be coming into the nursery until every drop is out of your fur!"

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 22 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Cicadapaw ; previously mentored n/a
  — riverclan lead warrior & queen. mudpelt x icesparkle, gen 2.
  — former mate to Stormywing ; current mate to no one.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh tortoiseshell and white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. confident, capable, proud, dry, conceited, condescending, distrustful.

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[FERNGILL]

Iciclefang did not look impressed- the disdainful crumple on his sister's face was a look that made him burst out with laughter, tipped over the edge after Crabkit had unceremoniously launched himself right at his littermate. Knowing Pinekit- and her similarities to her mother- Ferngill did not imagine her reaction was going to be a peaceful one- still, he found it very difficult to erase the blatant amusement that lit his face.

Their banishment from the nursery only made him laugh more- and a mischievous streak lit a fire in his throat, shimmering words spilling out of him like the sunrise over the horizon. "Well, that just means you'll have to go all out with your revenge now, Pinekit!" Ferngill called, his grin beginning to ache with its ferocity. If they were already banned from the nursery... they might as well make the most of their chance at messiness.​

✦ penned by pin ✦​

 

[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Crabkit dares. Pinekit tries to spring up as saffron and ivory paws are flung in her direction, coated with her work.
The tortoiseshell kitten has moved too late, and the berry mixture slathers vibrantly across her face and shoulder blade, the white blossom around her nose bleeding violet as Pinekit cries out in protest.
Gotcha! Comes Crabkit's triumphant cry, and Pinekit feels her ears go hot with steam, ready to combust in a series of incoherent insults and provoke a fight- until her littermate is coming in her direction again!
A saying flashes across her mind then, some of the words a bit foggy… spoken from the maw of an older apprentice.
Don't get mad, get even.
Pinekit could play dirty, too!
Springing to the side, Crabkit would go flying past her, giving the patchwork kitten just the right amount of time to coat her own ivory mittens in the half-finished paste.
The sound of her mother hollering at them breaks Pinekit's concentration, frowning in the face of her frosty glare.
Then, Ferngill is there, and the girls desire for revenge is lit once more.
With a squeal, Pinekit would be the one racing for her brother this time, aiming to pounce at him with berry-coated paws outstretched, hoping to get the reach she needed in order to lightly batter her paws at his face, temple, ears- whatever she could. Either way, there was bound to be a tart-scented mess by the end of their berry battle.
"Who's got who now?"

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IF YOUR LOVE'S THE TRUTH ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ OR THE SPIRIT OF DECEIT ──┐‎

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  PINEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of riverclan, 2 moons.
  ⭃ plush-furred tortoiseshell she-kit with white dipped forepaws, tail tip, and muzzle and round, honey hued optics.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragkit && Crabkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[CRABPAW]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 Bright orange paws swipe against tricolored fur, smearing the colorful mixture across Pinekit's coat. When he turns to look at his sister again, Crabkit nearly topples over onto his side with how hard he giggles at the sight of her. The little tortoiseshell's face and shoulder are successfully streaked with a mess of violet, and her face twists into an expression of indignation when she cries out at him. He hears their mother call out at the same time, shouting that they have to clean the sticky mixture off themselves before she'll allow them back into the nursery. Something in Crabkit tenses, determined to make even more of a mess since he'll just have to wash it all off anyway.

Ferngill encourages Pinkeit to get him back, amusement in his voice, and it encourages Crabkit even further as well. The ginger-splashed tom's laughter continues even as he strikes out at his littermate again—but this time she dodges, and instead of painting her with more berry juice, Crabkit gets painted! "Hey! You're not s'posed to get me!" He cries out, a whine in his tone. His sister's paws land in several spots over his face, one smear of bright purple trailing down from his ear all the way to his mouth. His tongue darts out to lick at the paste, a grin covering his maw. He swipes his paw through the mixture once more, collecting more colorful berry juice to wield as his weapon. Dramatically, he ducks and rolls, jumping back to his paws again with a shout. "How about THIS!" He darts toward the tortoiseshell once more, attempting to catch the white tip of her tail with both sticky, berry-splattered paws.​

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[EVENINGPAW]

Berries glisten in the sun and draw Eveningkit in like moths to a flame. Her belly fur is brushing the ground, tail swishing to and fro behind her, and she looks about ready to pounce. Not even Iciclefang's stern voice gets her out of this trance-like state, though at least her ear twitches in mild acknowledgement. The queen is much more preoccupied with her own kits to care about Eveningkit, or at least she likes to think so... the less eyes on her for this, the better.

Pinekit and Crabkit's little fight pulls on all her nerves in the best way, urging her to join in. The only thing that's keeping her away is imagining the pristine whites of her fur stained with all colors of the rainbow. What if water wouldn't be enough to wash it off, and she'd forever look like a haphazard splash of colors? She would never be able to hunt.

So, she wants to participate in some other way.

She cannot help her mouth twitching into a sly grin. Pinekit attacks Crabkit with a variety of colors, and the latter moves again in pursuit of revenge. This is the perfect opportunity: Eveningkit slides in between the two siblings, imagining she is a mouse darting underneath thin cover, and she snatches one of the more tasty-looking berries. The bright red is a pop of color amongst the sea of her teeth, jaws still open as she looks around herself to see if anyone's taken notice.

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SIP THE GOSSIP ✦ DRINK TIL YOU CHOKE

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• EVENINGKIT ✦ RIVERCLAN KIT
  ────── SHE/HER ✦ PENNED BY KARMEN ✦ 04/15
  ────── LICHENTAIL X HAZECLOUD
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