pafp DEEP INDIGO ☾ grooming

[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ Swanpaw cares quite a lot about their little siblings. He doesn't know if he'll ever make up for the lost time, himself taken by sickness and the kits taken by WindClan. Still, he has to try -- even in little ways. He remembers when he and his littermates were kits, their mother always so insistent on keeping them well-groomed, being herself perhaps the most spotless cat in the marshes. It brings a soft smile to his face, bittersweet though it may be.

Swanpaw does his best to make his mother's spirit proud, in this way. His own fur would show any trace of dirt very clearly with its pale swirls of barely there color. And his siblings, even if not in need of such thorough grooming, could still certainly use some. Without Halfshade here, who better to remind them than him? He rasps his tongue over his littlest brother's fur now, smoothing it down. The two of them lie together, and Swanpaw feels very much at ease.

‎‎┌── I WANNA BE HAUNTED ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ I WANNA BE LOVED ──┐‎

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  SWANPAW ☁︎ he / him, apprentice of shadowclan, ten moons.
  ➳ a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with droopy blue eyes.
  ➳ dreamy and detached, more ghost than cat. known for his perpetual sleepiness.
  ➳ halfshade x smogmaw, littermate to applepaw, garlicpaw, & ashenpaw.
  ➳ 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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[Laurelgrin]

it hits my head and I feel numb✧—————————————————————————————
The little blue boy sits peacefully alongside his sibling. His fur being tussled and slicked with much care by Swanpaw. Sometimes it was funny to Laurelpaw that only half his older siblings liked him, Swanpaw and Garlicpaw showed affection for Thornpaw, Halfpaw and himself where Aspenpaw and Applepaw would rather get hit by a monster if it meant they wouldn’t have to see him and the others. Although for Applepaw he wasn’t quite sure if she just felt that way about everyone… either way, he liked that Swanpaw and Garlicpaw liked him. He hadn’t always felt fully comfortable around his siblings, especially after he came back from WindClan, but slowly he was starting to understand that it wasn’t just he and Halfpaw against the world.

He felt safe with Swanpaw sitting over him, and he didn’t mind the fuss over his fur, Laurelpaw understood that a nicely groomed coat was superior to a messy one. Despite not meeting his mother the trait of at least a little vanity had been passed down to him. It also helped that Swanpaw was a pretty cat himself, it can’t be easy to keep such a light coloured coat clean with all the mud around ShadowClan, so how could the younger apprentice turn his nose up at someone who knew what they were doing? As he sat there, eyes starting to drift closed he began to return the favour, setting a little tongue through the fur around Swanpaw’s neck, then with little warning even to himself he swapped his grooming for a bite into the mane of his brother. Why did he do it? He wasn’t quite sure, but now he certainly wasn’t sleepy.
my body's looking wrong✧——————————————————————✧penned by WriteAboutRadish
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[THORNPAW]

During the dark times of her littermates' absence, she had gone into a state of utter rejection, hiding away beneath the Queen's paws and moping in her nest. Unable to enjoy the world around her and too distant with her elder siblings. Of course, after Halfpaw and Laurelpaw's safe return, and Snowpaw's kindness, the quiet Molly grew to be more forgiving. Her father's absence wasn't by choice, and her siblings' abduction was clearly due to the madness of the now-dead moor Queen. There were no paws to point, and even fewer cats to blame other than those that had already been punished for their crimes.

Now, she had gotten to spend the last few moons training, playing, and learning, growing softer and softer with every passing day - or at least towards her kin. She remembered Swanpaw and Garlicpaw often making an effort to coax her out from the nursery, with food, toys, or even weirder things like worms. Back then, she just wanted them to leave her be, but the blonde tabby could now find a sense of endearment from their good-natured gestures.

Quietly, the Barbary molly had been nestled away in a comfortable ball of her own fur, listening to the rhythmic hum of clan life as Swanpaw doted over Laurelpaw. It was a quality of their older brother she appreciated. Thornpaw often struggled with outward affection, but receiving it was always a pleasant experience. Peeking out from her tail, she spotted the nip just in time and couldn't help the humored snort. "What are you doing, weirdo?" Their maw is upturned, and the hefty paw's eyes glimmer with bemusement. Despite the silly interaction, Thornpaw felt a warmth spread through her chest, a feeling of belonging and that she had missed sorely.​

 

[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ Swanpaw's contentedness is shattered quickly by teeth sinking into the fur of his neck. "Ah...!" He startles, just slightly, blinking at his little brother bemusedly. One moment everything was nice and peaceful and the two siblings were having a very pleasant grooming session, and the next...

Thornpaw's voice pipes up, a rare and welcome thing, and Swanpaw can't help but agree with her sentiment. "Yes, what... are you doing?" he questions, more confused than judgemental. He places a paw atop Laurelpaw's head to keep him still -- something he didn't think he needed, but if he's going to act like a kit then he'll get treated like one. "Sit still, please..." he murmurs, punctuating the sentence with another lick to the fur by one of his ears.

‎‎┌── I WANNA BE HAUNTED ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ I WANNA BE LOVED ──┐‎

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  SWANPAW ☁︎ he / him, apprentice of shadowclan, ten moons.
  ➳ a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with droopy blue eyes.
  ➳ dreamy and detached, more ghost than cat. known for his perpetual sleepiness.
  ➳ halfshade x smogmaw, littermate to applepaw, garlicpaw, & ashenpaw.
  ➳ 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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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Snowpaw silently slipped to stand next to Thornpaw, her fur gently brushing against her friend's while a gentle amuse look spread on her face. Her stubby tail twitching a bit before looking over at her friend with a slight tilt of her head.

Snowpaw had grown quite close to Thornpaw in the past few moons, had been there during the times in which Halfpaw and Laurelpaw had been in the clutches of Windclan. So, to see the family that had been once separated grow closer was a nice scene to see and yet Laurelpaw biting his brother had brought a soft chuckle to her lips. It was good to see her denmates bond. Yet she glance over at Thornpaw again wondering if they should offer up sharing tongue with the barbary furred molly.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You ve wasted your life , but thanks for applying ──┐‎

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  Snowpaw ❄ She/Her, apprentice of Shadowclan, 7 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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