camp butterfly oasis // short post thread

[brookstorm]

[ keep your posts about one paragraph!! ]

Brookstorm does not expect to see newleaf bleed into their camp as it does - however upon return from her patrol, it looks and feels as if they've been showered with it. Petals, pollen, and miscellaneous leaf litter dot camp without rhyme or reason. "Did StarClan throw up on us?" she asks, as if their ancestors orchestrated the floral assault. She shakes her pelt free of a few petals that've since fell upon her, furrowing her brow.​

 

[salmonshade]

"They surely must've," come Salmonshade's quip back from where she grooms herself, trying desperately to get the pollen out of her coat. "Though perhaps a blessing in disguise..." though if one does not read in to her tone, they'd miss the sarcastic undertone her words held, grimacing as a breeze kicks up petals in to her pelt. Ah, she'd never win at this rate... Her fur would never be clean.

𝙼𝙰𝚈𝙱𝙴 𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 ଳ⋆｡˚ 𝙼𝙰𝚈𝙱𝙴 𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚁

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  ❥ salmon ,, salmonshade
  ❥ cis female ,, she/her ,, 38 months
  ❥ warrior of riverclan ,, mentoring riverpaw
  ❥ fluffy & dainty chocolate tortie smoke with white, blue eyes
  ❥ "speech, fd9367" ,, thoughts
  ❥ lesbian ,, single
  ❥ smells like warm flowers & freshly cut grass
  ❥ chibi by pin ,, penned by chuff

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[Tigersplash]

A sneeze bursts from Tigersplash as he follows behind Brookstorm into the messy camp - ah the wonders of newleaf what he once delighted in as a kit has become well a nuisance. His allergies aren't as bad as some but they're prevalent enough that the occasional sneeze or sniffle was far from uncommon. He nods with a laugh towards Brookstorm and flashes a smile Salmonshade's way. "You're right! This mess'll keep the apprentices busy cleaning while we can lounge around and watch" she purrs.

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  Tigersplash ✩ She/He, Warrior of Riverclan, 17 moons
  ⭃ A chocolate/cinnamon chimera she-cat with high white and amber eyes
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Kedamono ↛ @legmeatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots. ​

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[FOXTAIL]

Foxtail's nose itches, and he tries to hold back a sneeze. It itches more, and the young warrior sneezes. ...And sneezes for a second time. Ugh— allergies can be such a pain at times! Just remember this is better than Leafbare, He reminds himself, if he were to pick between Leafbare and Newleaf, he'd rather go with the one that comes with seasonal allergies. He sits up and gives Brookstorm and Salmonshade a nod of greeting, before looking over at his littermate. A little mrrow of laughter escapes his jaws. "...O-oh, I'm sure they'll love to do that!" He mews.​

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

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  credit to skaicraft (via insta) for the artwork <3
  
• Foxtail

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  warrior
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: tbd
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to sixbane for the minis & tropics for the icon <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green
  pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
  fur length: long
  parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
  18 moons
  

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[FOGSHORE]

Fogshore's nose itches, as he follows behind the patrol into camp. The blessed wonders of Newleaf surely is colorful but also irritating. Oh, he was quite delighted for sure but the allergies make it hard to focus at times. He sniffles as he tilts his head down toward the ground, as he walks next to a sneezy Foxtail. He paws at the loose leaf litter on the ground, still hating that Newleaf practically threw up all over the place in Riverclan's camp. The chimera shakes his mismatched coat free of the wandering petals that had gotten lodged in there. He nods in greeting towards Brookstorm and Salmonshade. Before looking over at Tigersplash, "They'll love that for sure." He hums, agreeing with the other chimera.

MAKE IT LOOK PRETTY ✦ BENEATH THE MOONLIGHT

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• no ref yet </3
• ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ ( night swimming is calming, no? ) FOGSHORE.
  𓇼 non-binary ; HE / HIM, okay with gendered terms ; 34 MOONS & AGES EVERY 16TH.
  𓇼 warrior of riverclan | formerly a loner,kittypet
  𓇼 single / bisexual / not looking/"looking" / open to crushes & romance
  𓇼 a LH blue smoke & SH white chimera with amber sectoral eyes and yellow sectoral heterochromia
  𓇼 battle notes — thoughts ; "Speech, acb1d6" ; attacks only
  𓇼 may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𓇼 smells like freshly baked cinnamon buns & distant rain
  

  ic notes: has light sensitive eyes, tilts head towards the ground. tends to squint in the sunlight, sticks to shaded areas.

  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[BRONZESHINE]

♡​♡ why you so obsessed with me ♡♡​

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bronzeshine & 27 moons & female & she/her & riverclan warrior​

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Her ear's flicked toward some idle chatter. There definitely was plenty of debris around camp today. "Ha, yeah, can't wait to listen to those complaints," she mewed dryly at Tigersplash's comment. The pollen sticking to her fur made her look distinctly more yellow-orange than ruddy orange. She wasn't a fan.

— boy i wanna know ♥

• Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
  ooc: —
  
  
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  — sassy | flirty | proud | vain | irascible
  cis/het
  ages on the 15th
  
  — physically moderate && mentally moderate
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay allowed
  — please tag account if attacking

 

[Asphodelrain]

*+:｡.｡ "I see warriorhood has made you all quite entitled" Asphodelpaw would snort, watching the patrol pad into camp. He supposes he isn't one to talk - seeing as he'll be a warrior himself soon enough. Though to imagine being in their position, happy to let other people maintain the camp for them...nah, Asp likes being the one keeping his paws busy. Brushing away some floral debris to the side with his tail, the young man meows, "Though I'll assume you're just saying that because you're all tired from patrol?" he raises a brow, curious if anything eventful happened.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 3/1/24

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  GENERAL:
  ☆ Asphodelpaw
  ☆ DMAB— He/Him — Unsure
  ☆ 9 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☆ Mentored by Crashingtide
  ☆ Riverclan — Apprentice
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☆ Physically medium | mentally medium
  ☆ Attack in bold #9fc3fc
  injuries: None currently

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[Gladefrost]

A sneeze erupts from the warrior as she sniffles after, watering at her eyes slightly as a groan comes from Troutsnout. She catches sight of everyone else and slowly makes her way over, using a paw to cover her nose before sneezing once more. "Ugh... I hate Newleaf sometimes." The feline would complain as she catches Foxtail sneezing alongside her as well and she lets out a weak laugh, at least she wasn't the only one suffering from the sudden resurgence of pollen. Newleaf was beautiful yet painful.

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[robinheart]

She supposes one benefit to being camp bound was being able to watch the ground become dappled with petals and leaves, each one conducting an airy dance spiraling, spiraling, spiraling down to the ground. Robinheart suns herself outside of the nursery as the patrol returns, citrine gaze naturally skimming the crowd before focusing on blue fur and eyes the shade of newleaf itself. “You should keep a couple… they look nice,” she points out about the remaining delicate petals clinging to Brookstorm’s pelt.​

[ penned by kerms ]​

 

[brookstorm]

Brookstorm doesn't eagerly join in the conversation when it shifts to apprentices and their duties - many of those in that den once shared it with her. She can't help but feel a sense of distant comradery with them. Asphodelpaw's voice is an unwelcome pitch, however, and she can't help responding with a dry, "Exhausted, really," towards him. Robinheart is nearby and she offers her two cents quietly in the mix of the conversation, and Brookstorm presses her lips together in a firm, uncertain frown. She plucks one of the petals out of her blue pelt, inspects it, and then tucks it into the ruff of Robinheart's neck fur. "They suit you better," she says, and nothing more.​

 

[GILLSIGHT]

✧ . With night-dark fur dappled with pollen-yellow stars and a nose scrunched in stifled sneezes, Gillsight looks toward the source of conversation, near hidden beneath newleaf’s bounty bestowed upon the camp. A discussion of the rain of pollen, a task claimed to be for apprentices to get rid of. “ B-Best get it cleared, b-before it — “ A breath in, an attempt to quell the sneeze that cuts off his words. A sniffle and a twitch of his tail mark the proceeding of his words, a twinge of embarrassment creeping up on him. “ — Before it gets w-worse. “​

✦ ABOUT

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  GILLSIGHT ✦ AMAB. He / Him. Warrior of RiverClan.
  ✧ . A scarred, black and white tom with yellow eyes.
  ✧ . NPC x Urchin
  ✧ . Mentored by Clearsight
  ✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
  ✧ . Penned by Abri ‣ @_abri_ on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
  ✧ . " Speech " ; Attack
  

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