camp bad apple ⟡ daylight costumes

[edenberry ?!]

Though they did not protest much, having witnessed the ceremony of donning such an adornment on the figures of their sisters, it still felt wildly bizarre after so long spent free of Twoleg iconography. In a way it made them closer to those that shared their nest at night but in some small part, they felt wary and more exposed to the harsh banter of their less-than-tolerant clan-mates. It's flushed from their mind the moment they draw near the camp, ducking their head sheepishly under the brim of a wide, pointed hat, eagerly searching for other Daylighters who might be able to relate to their experience.

"Good morning!" They chirp with reflexive high spirits, squinting fern-green eyes with an exaggerated smile. They search for friends.. familiar faces... those that might bolster their spirits rather than dash them. Is Florabreeze already here? Has she been colored in the affections of her Twolegs? What about Johnnyflame? They think maybe to duck towards the nursery and check in on Oddgleam.. find Owlheart and tell her they were in the mood to try climbing again before the rainclouds set in... Try putting this hat on Whitekit and see if he fit it as well as they did, with over-sized ears to keep it aloft better.

Or maybe they ought to bother Twitchbolt with it... Or ask Doeblaze if she'd ever worn something like this when she was still a kittypet. Instead... they look for Spicepurr's passing glance first, hoping to offer her a touch of nose against cheek (though this may prove difficult with two hats to crash into each other) if she'd allow it.

"What do you think," they ask the first set of eyes they catch staring, tilting their nose up proudly and doing a little spin to show off the new look.

⟡₊ ⊹ i ll betray you like a man

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• -- edenberry / skyclan daylight warrior / any pronouns / 18 moons
  -- mostly white with black pinstripe and green eyes / scarred face and back
  -- color #728c69

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[Chickbloom]

Being away from the twolegplace for almost twelve full moons now, Chickbloom was beginning to forget the odd moments of chaos peppered in a life that was so routine. When his housefolk paid attention, the former kittypet was often drowining in games or toys or some other shenanigans. so long ago (and so close to his kithood), though, the feline was beginning to forget the details. It made him sad.

Maybe that was why the whelp doubled over in rarely-seen laughter as amber eyes caught sight of Edenberry padding into camp.

"W-What - what - what are you wearing?" Chickbloom managed to cry out between sobs of uproarious laughter, the ridiculousness of the outfit and the good memories that came flooding back along with it making a broad smile appear on often dreary features. "My - hahaha - My housefolk did - did that when-" The warrior took a moment to wheeze, finally starting to compose himself. "hah - they did that when I was p-probably - what? ten moons old?" Chickbloom tried for a moment to meet his friend's gaze, but dinnerplate eyes snapped to the hat and he looked away as a few snorts escaped him. "I think they t-tried to make me a - a bat, or something, but you..." Another bout of laughter escaped the whelp, high-pitched chirps of humor echoing through camp. "You look like you're balancing a rock on your head!"

Chickbloom fell onto his back, clutching his chest as his tail thumped against the ground. "Oh, t-thank you Edenberry, I - I needed this. hahaha..." Thanks to his friend, Chickbloom forgot what he was even upset about.​

 

[Radiopaw]

✷ /　Radiopaw came into camp shortly before Edenberry that morning. Thus, Chickbloom's eruption of laughter drew his attention. His amber eyes widened as he saw whatever Edenberry was wearing. He let out his own stifled chuckle at the enormity of her adornment. Suddenly he was glad for his simple chain his own two-legs had put around his throat that day. (That's not to say he liked it, because truly, he didn't.) "Wow, Edenberry, that's a hell of a look," he mewed.

RADIOPAW‎ㅤ amab / he/him / SH black cat with white toes, left ear and tail tip with amber eyes / 9 moons( ✦ )

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[LIONPAW]

Edenberry's familiar chirp draws Lionpaw's gaze; he expects nothing out of the ordinary, of course, though to his surprise he sees the pinstripe feline donning a kittypet accessory that mirrors Spicepurr's. They were kin, right? Had their twolegs finally decided to give them a matching thing-y?

Chickbloom erupts with laughter, recalling the time when his former owners had subjected him to a similar fate. Lionpaw notices Radiopaw wearing something new and shiny around his neck today, too. Had all of their housefolk possessed similar ideas? Why today, of all days? Furrowing faux brows, Lionpaw comments quietly, "Twolegs are so weird." Nevermind that his parents had been born kittypets. He supposes he's tried to forget that fact; not that Lionpaw had anything against his Daylight Warrior clanmates, but the lifestyle of a pet was something he never understood. Plus, other clans thought SkyClan to be weak and flawed because of their affinity for the kibble-eating cats. Perhaps in part due to his own internalized insecurities, Lionpaw's attitude regarding twoleg ownership was iffy at best. Thankfully, most of his part-time clanmates pulled their weight well enough as not to be a burden on SkyClan's resources.

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ✹ . + 　 　˚ 　　　　 · 　 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄

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  — lionpaw / 10 moons / he/they pronouns
  — skyclan apprentice / mentored by crowsight
  — doeblaze x blazestar / hover for immediate kin
  — lh chocolate torbie point w/ blue eyes, diagonal scar across face
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[weedpaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Weedpaw does not often ponder what life is like outside of SkyClan. After all, there are so many of his own clanmates that already live a life apart from the clan. They live in an entirely separate world when they go home to their twolegs; there are even other cats who live around them that have nothing to do with the life they have here in the wilds. Weedpaw doesn't even pry when his cousins Sangriapaw and Coffeepaw come to train. The scents they bear are strange enough to the apprentice.

However, there seems to be something different about today. A few of the daylight warriors have brought some objects that Weedpaw could never have even dreamt the shapes and colors of. It's hard to ignore Edenberry's presence when they appear in camp with a huge black... thing on their head. Chickbloom seems to find it particularly hilarious, and his amusement is a bit contagious. Weedpaw finds a small smile curling the corners of his mouth.

However, curiosity gets the better of him as Chickbloom remarks that he's also been dressed up by his own twolegs. "Do they often make you wear these sorts of things?" Weedpaw asks, keeping as much of an innocent quality to his voice as he can manage. He does not want to come across as patronizing to any of his daylight clanmates. Then, to Edenberry he remarks: "I just don't know at all how you're managing to keep that thing on your head."

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  WEEDPAW — HE/HIM ･ 11 MOONS ･ SKYCLAN APPRENTICE ･ PENNED BY CARAT!

  longhaired black tomcat with low white spotting. born 11/9/23 and ages realistically 1 week every Thursday. Follow along with his growth here!

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[Florabreeze]

Florabreeze had tried to leave earlier than normal today, her twolegs had managed to wrangle her into wearing a pair of sparkling fairy wings. The maine coon was in pretty high spirits over it, this twoleg ritual of theirs was personally adored by her (even if it meant EXTRA brushing). The glare of the multi coloured light from the celaphane of her new apendages would serve as a distraction in the forest though, as such she tried to leave before the sun came up to high. It would be the worst if she had been able to scare off half the prey on her travels, especially as it grows colder. Still, she wished to stay back a little longer to admire (and definitely not tease) Ditto's own new look. She had left them while they were wearing some weird mock up of twoleg prey

She hadn't thought about how much of a distraction that would be while in camp either. Not that she particularly cares, apart from trying to angle herself away from the elders and kits. There is a chitter of delight seeing what Edenberry is adorning today "they got you too, huh?" she asks with a grin. "You look great, Edenberry!" If no one else was going to compliment them then she would. Was this not something they were used to seeing? Did not many other daylight warriors wear these things? Radiopaw's comment could be a compliment! She chose to not look too far into it and instead nods in agreement with him.

Lionpaw and Weedpaw's skepticism are understandable, this was most likely their first time seeing it after all! "I bet you looked like a really cool bat!" She mews to Chickbloom with a giggle. She can't really imagine that going too well, then again he seems rather docile at times so maybe it wasn't so much of a struggle to make him wear things for their traditions?

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 37 moons
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Jellypaw & Sfogliatella
  ❥ “Speech”, thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}
  

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[noodle]

❝ I BUILT A LITTLE EMPIRE ฅ^._.^ฅ ————————————
A ginger and white tom strode into camp proudly. There was no shame here because his housefolk had picked ultimately the best costume for him. They cooed and shoved their little rectangles in his face this morning before letting him out for the day. It had been a little hard to push through the undergrowth to get to camp, he will admit, but he did look amazing.

Covering his head was a magnificent lion's mane. Noodle carried himself like a lion, striding into camp and swinging his head back and forth to show off to the clan. "What do you think? Oh! Don't tell me. You think I look ferocious? Majestic? Handsome?" His orange eyes moved to Edenberry and Florabreeze and widened at their costumes. "Wow! They really did you guys up! You look great!" He trotted over to get a closer look at Edenberry's hat and Florabreeze's wings. Radiopaw's chain was nice... he guessed. Kind of subtle, which wasn't Noodle's style at all.

He looked at Weedpaw,, Lionpaw and Chickbloom and turned his nose up in defiance. "You guys are just jealous!" His eyes scanned for Emberfall in the crowd. He hoped she could see his cool lion's mane before he went home tonight.

[penned by muddly - ☀]

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[adderpaw]

Adderpaw had been amused by twolegs and their antics ever since Florabreeze first started telling her stories about her twolegs. Whatever was going on today was no exception. First, Edenberry arrives with some strange item on their head, leading Chickbloom to tell a story about his twolegs dressing him up as a bat. What a silly concept.

When Florabreeze arrives with a sparkly pair of wings, Adderpaw's gaze is transfixed on them. "You look like a butterfly." A very shiny butterfly, but a butterfly nonetheless. How intriguing.​

 

[stormpaw]

( ✿ ) “oh my starclan,” the gasp echoes from the maw of a curly furred apprentice as she pads towards the scene with her eyes wide. “is this normal for you guys?” stormpaw halts at lionpaw’s side, watching the slow parade of daylight warriors as they show off their… decorations. she’s aware of twolegs and their odd behaviors - her own father still returns to his twolegs every night barring a few, but as far as she knows, cauliflowercurl has never showed up in something like this.

beside her, lionpaw notes the oddness of twolegs behavor, and stormpaw has to agree. “uhm, can you hunt with those on?” she queries, odd eyes blinking as edenberry tosses her head, as florabreeze turns in a circle to show off her garments. "a-and do you know why your twolegs did this to you?" are you gonna look like this forever now?

ALWAYS AN ANGEL ✿ NEVER A GOD

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  blue tabby with low white and blue/green heterochromia a long-furred blue feline with darker blue curling stripes that splash across her chest, flanks and tail. white floods the fur around her neck, the tip of her tail, stomach, and paws. dual hued eyes of sky and forest make her pretty in an innocent way, and her body is small and lithe, although her fluffy fur makes her look larger.
  

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[edenberry ?!]

They weren't really expecting laughter to be the answer.... and though it is just Chickbloom, with a good-natured giggle about memories forgotten, it still sets an awkward pang in their chest. It feels more like hot shame under their fur where more clan-born gather around with nervous glances and uncertain questions.... Maybe they should've expected that. Even in all the time SkyClan had known them, Edenberry had only ever adorned a collar for a few months and half of these apprentices were not old enough to remember such a time.

They offer a sheepish smile as Radiopaw (hopefully) compliments the vestments, growing infinitely more relieved at the sight of a well-decorated Florabreeze approaching. Soon they aren't the only subject of this spectacle (though that summons up its own questions... had all their Twolegs thought the same thing? Were they some sort of freakish hivemind?). Noodle looks excessively fluffy today, much to the black and white cat's amusement... and he seems none too deterred by the awkwardness that Edenberry feels. "How strange that it happened to all of us," they comment with wide eyes.

They don't think they can remember this happening a whole cycle of seasons ago... But they'd been pretty young then, maybe halfway through their apprenticeship and those memories did not age well, not with yellowcough at the forefront. "I thought maybe it was just time she got me one to match Spicepurr and Hazelbeam! But maybe there's something else going on...?" Their smile returns in earnest, glancing towards Stormpaw, "I can get mine off but... who knows about Florabreeze... she might actually start flying I think."

⟡₊ ⊹ i ll betray you like a man

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• -- edenberry / skyclan daylight warrior / any pronouns / 18 moons
  -- mostly white with black pinstripe and green eyes / scarred face and back
  -- color #728c69

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[GOLDENGLOW]

There are things about kittypet life that Goldenglow misses from time to time. A nest, warm enough in the cold moons and cold enough in the warm moons to not have to worry about one or the other. His folk, kindhearted and as bright as his warrior name. They probably miss him too. Being around his family at any given moment — of course, he misses that.

But there are things he doesn't miss too. The dry taste of kibble, a process akin to chewing gravel. The sound of monsters roaming past his twolegs' nest, and the barking of dogs at the den it stood beside. And —

" Oh, I do not miss that, " Goldenglow decides with a snort to himself as his former companions on his once-daily trek to the pine forest arrive. One by one, all adorned with some odd decoration, more outlandish than the collar he'd rid himself of. Wings and hats, his folk had dressed himself in similar before — and he'd chosen to opt out of stepping foot into the clan with such on. How odd, that they all arrive with them on today...

" That can't be comfortable, can it? " he asks, specifically of Florabreeze and Noodle's attire. How could they possibly trek through the forest all day in that?

And then his eyes widen at the thought that comes next, his mate and his clan-worth of children, all arriving in a similar fashion. Stars above — Dread finds its way to Goldenglow again.

" Say, you haven't seen Ursabounce, have you? Or the kits? " Please say no, he silently begs, hoping the lot of them chose to stay home today.
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[Jupiterpaw.]

THE SUN HAD DRAWN NEAR
AND THE SOUNDS WE COULD HEAR ​

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Jupiterpaw ♃ 10 moons ♃ demi-girl ♃ she/they ♃ skyclan apprentice

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When jupiterpaw arrives to camp, she isn't nearly so burdened as the rest - perhaps ehr twolegs taking pity upon her, fragile thing she is. Or perhaps they jsut hadn't felt too festive - a single band of orange-white-and yellow wrapped across her throat, a strangely shaped charm dangling from it. Already, she finds it bothersome - determined to have someone help her wriggle out of it - but for now she simply trudges her way to join her father with a quiet mewl of " Hello, "

— were so sweet and so clear

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  ♃ — Jupiterpaw is blind, and therefore will not react or respond to visuals beyond some ability to differentiate light and shadows. Any visuals mentioned in her posts are meant for other roleplayers reference, and any events in roleplay that are disregarded are likely a purposeful choice due to her limitations. ​