pafp BREATH OF LIFE [pelt decorating]

[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ Night has come and gone, and Hopepaw has officially been an apprentice for a day now. Which means that he can finally leave camp with his mentor, and explore the world around him. The world that his parents had known—the territory that Batwing had died to protect. ThunderClan had clearly meant a lot to the lead warrior, but even as he takes in the beauty of the land around him the boy can’t help but feel bitter toward his late father. Why did it have to be you? If Batwing hadn’t sacrificed himself to save the clan, then maybe Leopardtongue would have survived. Maybe he would have parents… not that Roeflame doesn’t count, but she wears the title of adoptive before mother when he thinks of her. She is his second mother, although she is the only one he has ever known, and he appreciates her more and more every day.

Today, he finds it in himself not to be mad at Batwing, because if Batwing hadn’t protected this territory then maybe Hopepaw would never have found the flowers. Bright and bold, the blooms shine in an array of colors from pink to blue, and the boy’s eyes light up. He’s quick to gather as many as he can, making sure to leave a few behind so more can grow—isn’t that what Gentlestorm does when he collects his plants? He carries the flowers with him all the way back to camp, where he sets about weaving blooms and leaves into thick lilac fur. Absorbed in his decorating, he doesn’t notice another cat approaching until they’re standing right in front of him.

Copper eyes lift to see a familiar face, and a small smile appears on his muzzle. "Oh, hi Myrtlekit. I found some stuff… what do you think? Does it look okay?" The flower petals are strewn haphazardly throughout his coat, without any sort of pattern, but the tom doesn’t mind it. He’s more interested in what Myrtlekit thinks of his new decoration. Is it too many flowers? Not enough?

an ancient spirit’s song 【❖】 will heal our wounds

• ooc: @Myrtlekit
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• HOPEPAW ❯❯ he/him, thunderclan apprentice
  ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac tom with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and sleepy, but can be a bit of a grouch.
  ⊱ son of batwing and leopardtongue (adopted by roeflame) ; brother to braveheart, hazepaw, cardinalpaw, coalpaw ; adoptive brother to beetlepaw, dovepaw, littlepaw
  ⊱ mentored by lovelight
  ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ; does not typically like physical contact from anyone besides his family
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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[Myrtlepaw]

Myrtkekit had been decorating the nursery with assortments of items ranging from flowers to feathers, a way to make everything feel more at home and welcoming for the queens and kits. With so many of her den mates becoming apprentices and leaving the den fairly empty, it gave her something to pass the time. The familiar figure of Hopepaw returns from his tasks outside of camp and he has a bundle of flowers in tow, having decorated his lilac fur. The ranging colors of flowers matched the light tone of his coat and deep copper eyes, and it was coming together beautifully. He was so engrossed in his work that he didn't even realize she was standing before him. It wasn't until he registered her presence that his smile was met with a toothy grin from the younger girl. ”Hi Hopepaw!”

Her bushy tail sways side to side as he asks her a question about his handiwork and she observes it with an owlish tilt of her head. ”Mmm... it looks great!” Myrtlekit proclaims after having seen it closer as she circles around him and puffs her chest out in pride. ”You look handsome! You're surely going to have all the boys and girls stumbling over their paws at the sight of you.” The lynx point remarks with a cheeky giggle, her bright pink nose twitching from the strong floral scent. He also smelled really good too! Myrtle wouldn't be surprised if he was confused for a medicine cat apprentice if someone didn't know better. She settles next to the older tom as her plumed tail curls around her paws, blinking at him with wide brown eyes. ”Where'd you get all the flowers from?”

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