pafp BAD MOON ON THE RISE [ moving dens ]

[claythorn]

Perhaps this wouldn't be the last time that Claythorn would move nests, but this would be the only time she'd have to struggle in an embarrassing way to the warrior's den from the apprentice's den. Well, she wasn't struggling in the physical sense, but ears were flattened at how bare her nest was. Claythorn didn't collect anything to settle in her nest- no pretty river stones, no shells or charms from the waters. Only recently did she receive a feather from one of the kits, which she had tucked into the moss.

A soft sigh left her mouth as eyes readjusted to the light within the warrior's den, before turning and pulling the rest of her belongings inside- okay, well. 'Rest' of her belongings as the feather clutched in her teeth and some fresh moss. Ear twitched as she stared at the packed den, some of which had warrior's within and other nests empty but their scents fresh. Claythorn took her time selecting a nest- on the outside of the pile, not too far from the entrance.

She didn't mind being cold. She could handle that, and besides, now she would be out of everyone's way, too. Gently tucking her gifted feather into the moss, Claythorn stood straight, inspecting her work.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── WHO ENCRYPTED YOUR DARK ⋅❁⋅ GOSPEL IN BODY LANGUAGE? ──┐‎

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• CLAYTHORN she/her, warrior of riverclan, eleven moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate torbie with mismatched golden eyes, scars across her right cheek and over her left ear. cold exterior and threatening glares, built for stamina/battle and not swimming (tall/muscled)
  ⭃ mentored by darkbranch (npc) / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ no current love interest / / only child
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[otterbite]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- There is a severe lack of attachments and trinkets as Otterbite worked on weaving the reeds of his nest. His movements are slow, paws working with an ease that comes naturally to him. A basic skill every RiverClanner should know by his age, but maybe Smokestar's love of placing him on den-duty for punishments benefitted him most now.

His bedding was simple and barren. Otterbite did not keep things intwined to his nest for aesthetic or fragrance. There were no shiny pebbles or tumbled stones tucked away between the moss, and certainly no pretty shells stored away. The chimera had no love for it like some his Clan, making his nest look out of place among the others. Pristine, almost so uniform it looked uncomfortable to lay in. Perfect for him.

"That one's not next to mine." Otterbite twitched his tail to curl over his paws as looked at Claythorn, waiting to see her bristle.

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  OTTERBITE ✩ he/him, warrior of riverclan, thirteen moons.
  ⭃ scruffy blue/black chimera with a white tail-tip and green eyes. noticeable kinked whiskers
  ⭃ adopted son to pikesplash // former apprentice to coyotecreek
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay requires permission / / underline and tag when attacking or making an action toward
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by beatae ↛ gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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