pafp catching my breath // bathtime

[Periwinklebreeze.]

OH, WHAT IT MEANS TO BE SOMEONE ━
THAT EVERYBODY HAS TO TALK TO━​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 19 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​

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Being lead warrior is... strange, to say the least. But the newfound responsibilities don't mean that he's changed from the cat he's always been - no, he simply has to learn to balance his responsibilities and freetime a bit better. And so with todays duties done and out of the way, Peri is found in what has always been his favorite place - the edge of the nursery. Tongue rasps across messy fur as they soak in the dying rays of winter sun, pulling dirt and tangles away as he goes. He's always felt a bit bad really - giving the queens a break from their troublesome bundles, but returning them dirt-stained and worn out. So todays activity is a quieter one, all things considered. Paws work for a moment, taking a long stalk of dried grass and tucking it beside the smaller kittens ear. " Th-there - n-now you l-look all tidied up - l-like a real w-warrior, " he chirps out playfully, giving sheepkit a grin.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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━H E━H AD━N O━O N E━T H A T━H E━C O U L D━T A L K━T O━

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// please wait for @sheepkit ; requested ping: @ferrekit

 

[SHEEPPAW]

Sheepkit was getting a bath, he likes baths! It was a nice way to relax and go to sleep for him personally. But this time his Mama wasn't the one giving him a bath. It was Periwinklebreeze, that was giving him a bath! Frostpond was out of the nursery, to get some sunshine today so she left Sheepkit to Periwinklebreeze today. Sooo right now, he lets the bigger cat clean his unruly pelt of white and black.

He looks up at Periwinklebreeze, blue eyes wide with awe as he reaches up to poke at the blade of grass behind his ear with a charcoal colored paw. He lets a big smile grow on his face, before squeaking out. "Ohhh." He twists around in between the bigger cats paws, plummed tail thumping behind him. "I feel pretty, like you!" He nods his head firmly, at the older cat.

OOC ☁️💤 head empty ...

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• no ref yet </3
• ( NO WAY ! ) SHEEPKIT
  ✦ cisgender male ; HE / HIM ; kitten of windclan
  ✦ a longhaired black smoke with high white & blue eyes
  彡 action , thoughts , "Speech, f8ede3"
  ✦ smells of early morning dew & windblown heather
  
  - tags / @ on discord for plots
  - penned by calzone
  
  
• nothing here begone!

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[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ "Peri Peri Peri! Me next me next!" Fry would squeak, seemingly appearing out of thin air to scramble up Periwinklebreeze's back. She watches for a moment, finally going silent, as her uncle grooms Sheepkit's unruly fur into submission. "wow...you're so good at grooming," she mews, pressing her head against Periwinkle's as she watches him work. Fry loved grooming time. She'd often nag her mom into grooming her fur multiple times a day. The closeness to her mother as well as the completed look of softer fur styled just a little better than it had been a moment prior made the kitten giddy with joy! Nightingalecall always made Fry look so pretty, she wondered if Peri would do the same! "Can I groom YOUR fur?" Fry would inquire, glancing at her uncle with intensely glowing pale hues.
She'd blink back into focus when Grasskit released a victorious purr at his completed look. Fry immediately beamed with him, rolling off her uncle to parade around Sheepkit with glowing admiration. "Pretty! Pretty Sheepkit!" she sang, looking over at Peri with even more enthusiasm now for her own hair salon appointment,"Please Peri, please? Me next? PLEASE!?"

*+:｡.｡ Updated 1/11/23

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  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightkit
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 2 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan Kit
  ☾ Sister to Deathkit, Witherkit, Grasskit, Whitekit and Midnightkit
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically very easy | mentally very easy
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Much like Periwinklebreeze, Rattleheart was still adjusting to the changing responsibilities that came along with being a lead warrior. On some level he already knew most of them, considering his past conversations with Scorchstreak about her adjustment period after being given such a promotion. But it seemed far different to take on such responsibility himself, abundantly aware of what he needed to do - and when he needed to rest. The latter was even more important lately, after he and his sister going back and forth over their respective troubles with actually balancing their duties and relaxation.

Now at least seemed like a perfect opportunity to let himself relax, a faint smile on his muzzle as he approached the nursery and the kits that were already beginning to swarm around Periwinklebreeze. He let his gaze scan approvingly over Sheepkit, glad that excitable kitten seemed happy with his new look. "You'd better be careful, Periwinklebreeze. Or you'll end up with an entire miniature army of kits clamoring for your attention to make them pretty." Though he somehow doubted his fellow lead warrior would mind, considering how much time he had already spent helping out the queens in the nursery. Rattleheart couldn't particularly judge him though, desperate for his own chance to have little ones scampering around his paws. Hopefully it wouldn't be too long, once the weather began to shift and the prey wasn't quite so scarce...

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 48 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[SCORCHSTREAK]

༄༄ Being a lead warrior once again does not bring about the same adjustment period for Scorchstreak as it does for Periwinklebreeze and Rattleheart. It is a comfort, to know that her position within the clan is considered important to Sunstar, to know that her efforts have solidified her as trustworthy enough to forget her past allegiance to Sootstar. In a way, it feels almost as though she never left the title behind━the title of lead warrior falls onto her shoulders like settling snow, easy to slip back into. She keeps a careful eye on her fellow lead warriors, though, hoping to provide reassurance or aid if they are to need it. Today, it seems they are both occupied with a few kits; this comes as no surprise to the calico, knowing that both the black and white toms have large soft spots for the clan's youngest members.

She makes an effort to shake some of the dirt from her dappled pelt as she approaches the group, amusement flickering in golden eyes. "I could use some grooming, too," she says in a nonchalant manner, glancing over at her brother. She is joking, but her tone holds no indication of such. She looks to Sheepkit, then, surveying Periwinklebreeze's work. She cannot remember the last time she'd groomed her own kits in such a way; suddenly, she misses the times when she had four little scraps of fur bustling around her in the nursery. There is no going back, though. That loss, as with all things lost to time, is permanent. "You're good with the kits, Periwinklebreeze. You'd make a great parent someday."​

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[MIDNIGHTPAW]

Midnight didn't mind being groomed, but she didn't enjoy the activity as much as the other kittens seemed to. She was too young to understand the concept of being 'pretty' and felt the attention of her mother's efforts to be a bit uncomfortable. Still, she didn't like to be left out of the group, even if she herself didn't want to participate. Instead of begging Periwinklebreeze to have a turn next like her big sister currently was, the tiny bundle of ebony fur tottered over to where Rattleheart stood nearby. Without saying anything (her vocabulary was still very limited), she smiled up at the lead warrior before wobbly winding her way around his long legs to sit between his front paws. Her sickly body could hardly handle the effort it took just to walk the few short pawsteps from the nursery, and the kitten felt exhaustion come over her as she casually slumped against Rattleheart's leg.

 

[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasskit was not interested in being groomed, or looking 'pretty.' But he did find amusement in watching his denmates and siblings pushed around by a much larger tongue. He would much rather stay dusty, the way his fur stuck to his skin after grooming made him want to cry. Scorchstreak's words caught his attention. "You can have my one. I don' wan' it," he chirped, flopping on his side and gathering just that much more dust in his fur.

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ooc Information

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  NAME — HE/HIM ･ 1 MOONS ･ KIT & WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  Small fawn tabby with pale green eyes.
  "speak" thoughts action
  — peaceful, healing, and minor injury powerplay allowed

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