camp DON'T SUGARCOAT ME BABY ｡-ﾟreintro & repairing nest

[TIGERSPLASH.]

the afternoon was pleasant, surprisingly so for the depths of leafbare -- so much so that tiger's paws were itching to get back out. an early hunting patrol that morning had produced a catch that would have been at best neutral during their more plentiful greenleaf moons, but was a blessing right now. still, the weather led itself to more than just a pleasant hunt -- the camp was bustling with a more alive energy than it had for weeks, elders that she hadn't seen in a bit sharing tongues in the sun, kits running afoot.

after depositing her catch of the day in the freshkill pile, tigersplash threaded through her active clanmates, murmuring a few quiet hellos along the way, but attention mainly focused on gathering fallen reeds and branches along the edges of the camp. after all, she had more to do today than just hunting, as much as she wished she could spend the rest of the day testing her luck against fish. after some time and collecting what she needed, she set up in a corner of camp just outside of the warrior's den, dragging out her nest next to her. she had the misfortune of nesting next to, how to put it, a quite active sleeper, which was to say that a hole had finally been punched in the side of her nest that she had no interest in tolerating in these frigid nights.

humming to herself, tigersplash began pulling out broken and dented strands of reeds from the gaping hole in her nest, careful not to upset the trinkets she had collected over her warrior days as she did so. should anyone approach her, she'd give a bright smile in response -- the weather was too good to not have a sunny mood as well, after all.

｡:ﾟ.°✧ DONT SUGARCOAT ME BABY

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• TIGERSPLASH (she/her/any) is a 26 moon old riverclan warrior with longhair chocolate/cinnamon fur with high white and amber eyes. she is the gen1 daughter of redfur and dawnflower.
  
  TAGS. penned by riyue. dm me on discord (xriyue) for plots.​

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[LOVEBURN]

✦•··········•✦•··········•✦ He tends to watch his clanmates when he has the time for it. Not a strange thing to do, really; he knows many of them have the same pastime, though he doubts they have the same reason for it. Usually, he's at least multitasking, either grooming another RiverClanner or contributing to the general upkeep of their camp, but the oddly pleasant weather lets him (ostensibly) enjoy the afternoon sprawled out. Sunningrocks would probably be a better location for it, but he can't keep an eye on most of RiverClan there, however much he'd like to revel in their regained territory.

Some of the elders are reminiscing, and he listens for a little while, but there's nothing that might lead him to worry for Cicadaflight or Beefang. Less innocuous are a pair of warriors exchanging frequent glances from across camp, and when he spies Tigersplash mending her nest, he approaches her purely for a better vantage point to watch them. He glances down at her nest briefly, notices the hole torn in the side and frowns. It doesn't look like she made it herself, at least not in her sleep; it's facing outward, like someone nearby might've clawed it.

"What happened to your nest?" He asks her curiously, the bright incline of his voice masking what suspicions have begun to form. Shapeless and misty, for now, until he can see more of the pieces at play. "Oh, and if you want, Hawkcloud found some weird twoleg feathers not long ago on patrol. Should still be some left; seems to work great for padding."

loveburn (formerly lovepaw and starlightpaw) — currently seventeen moons old
son of cicadastar & smokestar — brother to cicadaflight & beefang — he / him
single & not really looking — peaceful/nonviolent actions may be powerplayed
please note that loveburn has persecutory delusions & sometimes personal prose
will make patently untrue assumptions and mischaracterizations of other people.

 

[FOXTAIL]

It feels like it's been moons since they've seen the sun shine so brightly. He still sees his breath when he exhales, still feels the cold ground with each step he takes.... but the sun beaming on his pelt feels good. He imagines the sunningrocks would be perfect for a quick nap, but he shakes the thought away. He should probably head out soon; he didn't have much luck with hunting this morning. Maybe he'll have more luck now, he hopes he can return to camp with some prey in his jaws.

Foxtail takes a step out of the warrior's den, and his ears prick up at the familiar paw steps of his littermate, Tigersplash, exiting the den as well.. She drags her nest with her, and that nest looks pretty beaten up. He wonders how it managed to get a hole in it's side.... it looks like someone kicked it? He knows his nest is near Tigersplash's, but he reminds himself that he sleeps curled up on himself. It's very unlikely that he's the culprit.

(Plus, if it were him, he's certain Tigersplash wouldn't let him hear the end of it!)

He pads after her, giving a nod of greeting to Loveburn before he attempts to lightly brush up against her pelt. "...That's q-quite some damage you g-got there," He mews, sharing the same curiosity as his clanmate. He wonders who took a chunk out of her nest, does Tigersplash have an idea on who? "Do y-you need help repairing i-it?" He offers, with a light smile— he's sure Hawkcloud will be happy to share some feathers.... if their littermate has any leftover.​

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

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  credit to raphaelion (via da) for the artwork <3
• Foxtail

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  lead warrior
  26 moons
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: [HYPERLINK]
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to rai for the chibi <3
  

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

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[shellpool]

exhaustion paints the lower line of drooping eyes when shellpool finally wakes ; bits of a nest dragged haphazardly from the apprentices den to brand new warrriors lodgings after a long, silent vigil ribboned in rumpled alabaster curls. movement catches her eye, and foot . . tigersplash backs from the den with her nest clamped between gentle teeth and with it goes shellpool's tangled paw, briefly ribboned in tatters of what had once been neatly - patched moss. embarrassment shocks her awake, phantom glimpses of ruby spatters and rabbit - quick heartbeats painting her memory just in time for tigersplash to slip from the den completely — she'd had a nightmare, she remembers. though the details are fleeting, shellpool can feel the ache in her limbs that tell of a violent, unconscious thrashing.

her ears burn, and after a moment of gathering herself and what trinkets lie scattered around the disaster zone, she emerges with a mouth full of discarded feathers.

the tortoiseshell tabby is already poised over her project, weaving back the gaping hole gauged deep into her nest's side. she is smiling still, but guilt pins the lilac tabby's ears to her ruffled skull ; a crowd gathers already, her cousin's steady vocals brimming with curiosity and foxtails with warm amusement. stars, " i'm soo sorry tigersplash, i just don't know what got into me . . " a tired, apologetic smile twitches the edges of straight lips. truthfully, she did know ; her mind frays, a pelt like fire and ash stitching her dreams together in seams of pointless red. she settles the feathers bashfully down, curling reedish limbs beneath her as she takes her spot beside the elder warrior with an imploring, " let me — let me help, it's the least i can do. "

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ° 𓇼 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

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  SHELLPOOL . 𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𓆝 ࿐ SHE / HER, FOURTEEN MOONS OLD. WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN ; HAZECLOUD xx LICHENSTAR. SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. PENNED BY ANTLERS ----------------- ° ❀ ⋆
  frail alabaster molly with lilac striping and watery amber eyes.
  
  she is pallid ; platinum splotched with ribbons of dovey lilac curls, wisped ends like memories of a distant shore and plush enough to conceal the juts of malnutrition beneath. tufted eiderdown fur conceals a body worn fragile by tumultuous youth, too thin in some places and round with stubborn baby fat in others. her face is short - muzzled, framed half mast by eyes coined rheumy, rosen amber. the anemic cold pink - purple at tender paws and nose tell a lifetime of sickness, further made obvious by the feathering weakness in half - whispered tones.
  

  LIVING WITH LONGTERM ILLNESS ; prone to wheezing; coughing and sneezing with a forever runny nose. not contagious unless specified otherwise.

  
  

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[splashdance]

Splashdance has repaired her nest before; it's not uncommon, of course, to need to replace moss and reeds with something fresher every now and again. However she's never had to fix holes in her bedding, especially ones caused by denmates. The lead doesn't anticipate such as the cause at all at first, figuring that instead Tigersplash has found herself in a fitful sleep and tore it herself. It's Shellpool's apologetic tone and insistence to help that suggests otherwise. It's heartwarming still, even if a bit odd, to see several cats cluster together over the misfortune of a nest.

(She thinks, briefly, of her own; how she tangled and untangled it from that of another. How she, only recently, pressed it close to someone else's once more. Do others make assumptions of her? Should she quell them before they become ruinous, or ignore the chitters and giggles?)

Her paws carry her to stand with the group, her tongue spurring to ask something of Foxtail, though the inquiry dies long before she makes it, her mind festering with a spiraling thought. The molly looks between Tigersplash and Shellpool, and with a smile suggests, "It'd be nice if we all got something a little sturdier for our nests, huh?" Something less... breakable, though the season may laugh at her idea. "Do you guys think that willow branches would do well? They're kind of bendy, sometimes..."
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[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ Her gaze is on nothing, watching the world around her but hardly taking it in. A soft yawn pulls her jaws apart, blackened lips wide as she tries to shake the tiredness from her gaze. The woman has finally been able to fix her own nest, though she had to get more feathers than she would have liked to fill in some spots. Yet she feels accomplished with the task done. Her tail flicks back and forth where she lays before her eyes focus on Tigersplash. The last part of her name is jarring to her but she ignores her pains and watches as the other goes about patching up a sizable hole in their nest. It seems next issues are hanging around and she slowly sits up. Others are joining them and her ears pull forward as she picks up small amounts of conversation. Finding out through an apology that it was Shellpool that caused the damage. There is light amusement in the thought if the once apprentice kicking around on their first nigjt before she starts to make her way over.

The thought to speak arises. Yet immediately her jaw snaps shut and her pass halt themselves. Splashdance is there with them. Her eyes glaze over for a moment before she turns away from them. Keeping her distance and instead she heads to the meager pile, looking at the emptiness of it. Coward.​