pafp but i'm alright ⛧ decorating

[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　Vulturepaw and Sheep-paw had gathered themselves quite a collection of accessories. Maybe playing dress up was a bit silly, Sheep-paw has always been a little silly - and besides, it's nice to get his mind off of things. He can afford a little indulgence now and then.

The other apprentice has already been adorned with downy feathers tucked into his tail, and now Vulturepaw moves to add the final touch. "And thh-this..." They place the flower carefully behind her ears. "...Is what d-d-dandelions look like, um... before they b-become puffballs! Thought it'd be - heh - fitting," she laughs lightly, stepping back to survey her work. "There! Um, now it's my t-t... t-t-turn." They bounce a little bit on their toes anxiously, not quite able to stay still. (Though, they suppose they'll have to, if Sheep-paw is to decorate them...)

I HAD TO LEARN THAT THE HELPING HAND ⛧ CAN BE THE SAME THAT HOLDS THE KNIFE

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  "SPEECH"
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  VULTUREPAW ⛧ he / they / she, apprentice of windclan, eight moons.
  ➳ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ➳ skittish and dour, with a superstitious sort of pessimism.
  ➳ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze.
  ➳ sibling to dustpaw, bilberrypaw, mourningpaw and weepingpaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[SHEEPPAW]

The black smoke lets himself be decorated with downy feathers by Vulturepaw. He keeps still as a statue, waiting until the spiky - furred tabby is finished with his final touchups. Bright cerulean pools slide to glance at Vulturepaw placing a flower behind his ear. He lets his mouth quirk up in the corner when the other apprentice speaks. Oooh. He perks his ears up at the new information.

"Woah... They are puffy, like me!" She puffs out her chest with pride at having been compared to a puffy flower. Her ears perk forward when her friend said it was their turn. YES! She lifts herself up onto her paws, stretching herself, with her feathered adored tail sweeping gently across the ground.

Sheeppaw paws through the assortment of items bare to his own whims. Hmm, which fits Vulturepaw...? A wheat stalk perhaps? Or maybe bits of grass? Flower petals? He taps his paw on the ground, before gathering petals from some white flowers from the pile. He then tucks a couple of petals into his denmate's tail while making his best thinking expression. "Hmm, How's this so far?" He tucks a small feather in the dark tabby's fur.

⊹ ⏜ ۫ . 𝙎𝙉𝙊𝙊𝙕𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙐𝘿𝙎 ᶻ 𝘾𝘼𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙇𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝙐𝙄𝙇𝘿

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• no ref yet </3
• ( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
  ⤷ closeted genderfluid ; HE / SHE ; not opposed to gendered terms
  ⸝⸝ CURRENTLY 11 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 29TH.
  ✶ undecided / not actively looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, B9D6F2" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like night air & windblown heather
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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