pafp colors of the heart | fur decorating

[Sablemist]

In every situation you give me peace

She needed something to keep her mind distracted, anything to keep her thoughts from lingering on the disappearance of Boneripple. In an attempt to do just that Sablepaw held several baby blue colored flowers clutched delicately within her maw. Their colors nearly match the periwinkle of her eyes as she places the blossoms upon the ground after returning to camp. There were a few other colors added to the mix. Some yellows, oranges, and reds she decided not to use the more she looked at them. Carefully she used a single ebony paw to sort the pile, ivory splashed face taunt with quiet concentration until she falters at the sound of little paws drawing close.

Her gaze pulls away from her work, falling upon young Beekit with a small half hearted smile. "Hello Beekit." Sablepaw voiced in her usual soft tone. "Did you want a few flowers for your fur? I was just about to add some to mine." She asked, gesturing to the colorful assortment. Her tail wraps around her side as she takes a seat, beginning to nudge one of the flowers closer to the river princess. "I think this one would look really pretty behind your ear." (@BEEKIT) ​

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[BEEFANG]

( ) Beekit tended to wander around a lot whenever she wasn't with her siblings or fathers, she enjoyed exploring the camp by herself and she figures if her littermates wished to join her then they would otherwise she would not pester them as frequently as she did the first few days they were let out from the willow den. She finds herself kicking a pebble around with a few thoughts on mind but they are pushed to the back of her mind when she catches movement from the corner of her eye seeing Sablepaw with flowers clutched in her jaws. She recalls how Cicadastar had been shouting one morning and how he had rushed to the apprentices den calling for Sablepaw and Stalkingpaw, she shudders at the memory and begins to walk towards the other molly with curiosity dancing in her mismatched eyes.

It seems that she catches the attention of Sablepaw as she greets her, the river princess offering a small smile responding back with a wave of her curly furred tail "Hello Sablepaw!" The kitten decides to draw closer to see what the apprentice had brought into camp and tilted her head to the side listening idly with a hum leaving her. When the other asked if she wanted a few flowers for her own fur, Beekit can't help but feel her fur fluff up with excitement and she scrunches up her nose in a thoughtful matter "Yes please!" Maybe Sablepaw would let her take a few back for her family. "A blue one for Cicadakit, an orange one for papa, a yellow one for Starlightkit, and a red one for dad." She thinks to herself but she's pulled from her thoughts when Sablepaw nudges a flower in her direction.

It's in this moment that she realizes that this is the first time that anyone gives her anything, something so special, and she knows that she will cherish it even if the flower will wilt at some point. Even so, perhaps she can tuck the wilted flowers on her side of the nest and be reminded of the kindness and gift the older molly had given her. Mismatched paws carefully reach forward to pick the flower up into her paws, an orange one, and delicately places it behind her ear. She wants to bounce around from joy but instead she starts to purr loud enough that it makes her entire body vibrate "Thank you, Sablepaw... I love it a lot! How... How does it look?" Beekit can't really see it unless she rushed to one of the pools of water within camp but she trusts the apprentices judgement and opinion. ​

( KILL EM WITH THE MOJO ; CINEMATIC SLO-MO )

 

[FERNGILL]

Similarly tangerine to the hue of Fernpaw's pelt, a fire-petalled thing blazed bright against the darkness of Beekit's pelt. Verdancy glowed in his eye, smile-curved-a spark of interest. It was nice to see Sablepaw still doing things that she enjoyed, despite how upset she surely was at the disappearance of her mother. Keeping an eye on her had become a priority of Fernpaw's over the recent days, and it was warming to see a smile on her face (even if it didn't show her teeth), a menagerie of flowers at her paws. And Beekit, newly accessorised, thanked her brightly and asked a question that Fernpaw could not help himself from answering.

"It really suits you, Beekit," Fernpaw chirped, not an ounce of facade in his tone. Flowers were one of the greatest beauties of the world, and the right pelt-petal match was an ideal accessory. He hoped the river princess would look after it. It was then that his gaze slipped to Sablepaw, soft and smile-lit. "You've got a good eye for these," he hummed, motioning toward the assortment laid upon the ground. ​

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[LAKEMOON]

LAKEMOON — me and the devil, walking side by side.
Lakemoon has seen cats with various trinkets weaved into their pelt before, including clanmates with their shells and reed stalks.
Personally, the tabby never could see the appeal. Sure, they were appealing to the eye, but was it comfortable? Convenient? Were they ready to jump into battle with shells dangling in their fur?
She supposes those things don’t apply to little Beekit, but Sablepaw is a different story.
Azure optics are free from judgement, though. It was Sablepaws own pelt, but Lakemoon wouldn’t be volunteering for the craft anytime soon.
The assortment of petals at the apprentices paws is eye-catching, and the warrior inches closer to get a better look at the vibrant flowers. "This is an impressive collection." The silver molly hums. "Where did you find all of these?" Lakemoon prompts after a moment, perhaps she could scrape together a bundle for Lilybloom later.

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[Sablemist]

In every situation you give me peace

The energetic kitten makes her way closer after Sablepaw greets her, returning a greeting of her owns as she glances at her assortment of flowers. Ivory paws carefully place an orange blossom behind Beekit's equally white ear, providing a flourish of color to her two toned canvas. "I agree with Fernpaw, you look absolutely stunning." She admits, smile growing warmer and spreading a hair wider in the process. Slender limbs fold delicately until she is now crouching at the kitten's height. "Orange is definitely your color, but feel free to take more if you'd like." The apprentice encourages. Extending an ebony paw she scoops up a single orange petal and tucks it somewhere behind a tuft of blackened fur on Beekit's pelt.

Fernpaw's compliment pulls her attention once more. His radiant positivity does wonders to chase away any gloomy storm clouds daring to linger above her head. "Oh, thank you. They caught my eye almost immediately." Perhaps, she too, had a knack for picking out pretty collectables. Or maybe, he was beginning to rub off on her. "Are you going to take one for yourself?" She asks, but in the meantime Sablepaw straightens her posture in preparation to decorate her own bare pelt. With all the delicacy of weaving, she grabs each periwinkle petal and blossom, gingerly working them into her fur. Starting at the base of her tail and then working her way up.

Lakemoon's approach slows her decorating as she turns her attention upon the silver molly. A sheepish dip of her head in thanks is given, through her eyes give a minor squint in her attempt to recall the exact location. "Near a little nook tucked away somewhere by the beech copse." She states finally after successfully retracing her steps. ​

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[dovethroat.]

The decoration of the body was not something that Dovethroat was well-versed in; which was a more tactful way of saying he had never done it. Perhaps even less than that—he was pretty sure that he had never even thought of it. Hearing about it, the only answer he could come up with was 'probably'. Though upon observing (which he was doing just now), it did seem rather intuitive. It was putting flowers in your fur. It could be more complicated than that, he was sure, but that seemed to be the gist of it.

"Th-That's... that's p-pretty," he offers shyly, clearly feeling as if this is not his realm, so to speak. Idly, he wonders what would be considered his color, but he does not outright ask. Clearing his throat, he continues to observe. Admiring the collection as well, he holds his tongue to not directly say much more. His meek demeanor is well on display here, keeping himself quiet and reserved.

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[FERNGILL]

Fernpaw watched with tangible admiration as Sablepaw managed to pick out periwinkle blue, shocks of ice-chip against the the void-black of her fur. He pondered her question with visible thought, his sighted eye darting to the side, tongue tick-tocking against the roof of his mouth. "Hmm, maybe..." He looked back toward Sablepaw then, enthusiastically nodding at Dovethroat's comment. It was pretty. So maybe it wouldn't hurt to get some of his own...

"If you're offering... I'd love to know what'd suit me," he chirped, grin ablaze as ever. You didn't really get green flowers, which'd be his first guess. Looking toward Dovethroat again, he idly tried to appraise the nervous tom's intentions- he didn't want to assault him with extroversion, but it was nice to include people, wasn't it? "I bet you'd suit some yellow ones, Dovethroat," Fernpaw called toward the warrior, trying his best to make the other tom a little more comfortable with the conversation.​

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[Sablemist]

In every situation you give me peace

Upon hearing Dovethroat's compliment she offers the tom a shy smile. "O-oh, thank you Dovethroat." She half expects him to ask for a flower of his own. However, such a request never comes and she does not attempt to goad him into taking one if he does not wish to. Fernpaw eventually inquires about a color that would suit him. Naturally she thinks of anything green to match those vivid emerald eyes of his. But a green flower was something she'd never come across. It was then that her face visibly scrunched a bit in thought, gaze drifting down towards the assortment of petals then back up to take in his fiery pelt. Her head tips to the side a bit as if observing her denmate from another angle. "Um...truthfully? None of the flowers here. I think they would end up blending in rather than standing out." She voices after some time, but quickly picks up her tone again so her friend does not deem decoration a lost cause. "However, I think a nice splash of white would be perfect." She purred, aiming to flick his foot with the tip of her tail. Drawing attention to his single ivory paw. She then nods her head in agreement with Fernpaw's following statement. "I think yellow would look nice on you too." ​

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