camp been counting sheep but the sheep all died // cleaning

[Ternfrost.]

ABANDON ALL YOUR STUPID DREAMS
ABOUT THE GIRL I COULD HAVE BEEN, MY DEAR​

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maggotfur ♛ 20 moons ♛ female ♛ she/her ♛ shadowclan warrior ​

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Maggotfur is a hoarder - really, theres no other word for it. Her nest had long ago stopped resembling any such thing, merely a pile of stones and bones and all manner of other trinkets piled haphazardly within the corner of the warriors den. More hazard then comfort, for all that the molly seems to have no trouble plonking herself upon it and sleeping soundly. She's like a magpie that way - collecting things when they catch her eye. Still, even Maggie can concede there is such thing as too much of a good thing, nd as she stares at the mess she calls a nest, she decides that a cleanup really is overdue.

And so she sets to work - shooing Leechpaw away with words to do whatever it'd like for the day so long as it doesn't touch her stuff, far to busy sorting through the chaos to bothr with training today. Item after item, pile after pile - stars, she hadn't actually known she'd had this much stuff. A elect few things remain unmoved - a particularily sharp bone that she'd gnawed into a pont so long ago, an oilslick feather that reminds her far to much of a apprentice with the same namesake, a rabbits foot taken on her return from one particular conversation with sunshine hued friend...

The rest however, needs to be picked through far more carefully. Already, she's discarded some horns and the dessicated remains of the moss that had once lain beneath it all, a handful of pebbles she can no longer recall having wanted in the first place (though surely she had), and a tuft of fur from some-animal-or-other that makes her nose itch. That just leaves.... a lot of things actually. Bones, feathers, bug shells. A shiny crinkly thing from carrionplace, a pawful of bottlecaps.

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A N D - I F - Y O U ' R E - B L I N D - T O - T H A T ,━ I ' M - F I N E - W I T H - T H A T

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// feel free to ask what she's doing or try to get her to part with things! she will try to barter for anything she thinks y/c might want though

 

[Kestrelsong]

Kestrelsong had returned from hunting and was making her way back to the warrior's den after a successful hunt, having dropped it off at her mother's residence. The rustling of something inside catches her attention and she finds Maggotfur discarding an assortment of things. A heterochromatic gaze drafts over to the discarded pile, and it prompts a blink or two from the umber tabby at how she managed to how such a pile of... useless things just sitting about. Bones were cool and all, but keeping them in your nest was an uncommon thing (what if they were diseased?). ”How did you even manage a pile this big?”

Her words were blunt and a reflection of her opinion, and she wonders why someone would keep this much trash. Her brows furrow in confusion and she partly wonders how long this is gonna take so she can rest in peace without hearing the rustling and all the movement going on. Would that be possible? Kestrel glances back at Maggotfur with a fictional eyebrow raised as she questions, ”Why don't you just toss it all? Save yourself time.”
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[jitterbug]

Having been busy during the night, Jitterbug had returned to the warriors' den in the early morning, flopping down without care in their nest and falling asleep before the sun could even finish rising. Unfortunately, they're awoken not too long later by the sound of things being moved, something crinkling, something clacking. They grimace, glancing over at Maggotfur as she works on her nest, eyes slightly squinted with bleary remains of sleep as they watch, wishing she'd do this another time. It seems that sleep is not meant to be for them today, though, as she keeps moving things around, seemingly sorting through to pick what to keep and what to dispose of. They regrettably push themself to their paws, taking a moment to stretch languidly before they trod a bit closer to the older warrior. "Toss it all," Jitterbug echoes as Kestrelsong speaks. "You need any help?" they ask, still blinking the sleep out of their eyes.​

 

[SHADEPAW]

If Shadepaw had seen Maggotfur's nest at its height, she probably would have thought it was beautiful. When she was a kit in the nursery, Ferndance had kept her nest stocked full of trinkets and baubles, playthings for kitten paws and soft scraps for naps. It had been a treasure trove to her. Now that she had her own nest, it was mostly just moss, pockmarked with whatever little plant sprigs or feathers she could supplement it with. No crinkling or glints of light in it- a bit sad, really, and she had been thinking that she needed to build it up a bit, make it prettier. It was just Shadepaw's luck that she was nosing around the warriors' den. She poked her head in, about to ask if anyone had seen Ferndance, and that was when she witnessed Maggotfur's clean-up attempt.

Her eyes were wide and bright as she stared at the remains of the nest. "Toss it all? But she's got so much cool stuff!" Clearly Kestrelsong and Jitterbug were not looking at the same crinkly piece and bottlecaps that she was. Not only were those fun, but nobody built a nest like that in a day. Surely Maggotfur slept among memories. "Are you getting rid of it all?" Her gaze flicked up to Maggotfur. If she was, then Shadepaw would happily save her a trip from taking it out of the den and take some knick-knacks herself. If that was the case, she would really have to track down Ferndance- Shadepaw could imagine her wanting something from all the mess.​

 

[lilacfur]

"Skunktail's nest might be your only rival." Lilacfur mewed as she looked over Maggotfur's grand display of collectibles and trinkets. It's hard to imagine it had all fit, tucked away in the curves of moss and bulrush. Not even to be slept on, instead favoring the jutting pile of oddities. Lilacfur didn't have the habit of squirreling away things like this, unfortunately unable to offer anything to Shadepaw to trade.

"What do you have your eye on?" She asked her apprentice with a smile, sitting beside her.

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• LILACFUR ✩ she/her, 20 moons, mother to marblekit and sycamorekit
  ⭃ lh lilac rosette with yellow eyes (carrying cinnamon, solid), a torn ear and claw marks beside her eye.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by this loser ↛ @gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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