camp every you every me (RTA, nest refresh)

[bubbleburst]

"GOT A LITTLE CASH NOW SO THAT SKIRT IS DIOR"​

Bubbleburst has always been a molly who put extra emphasis on being prim and proper. It's a trait that had been passed down to her and her brother by their doting mother. Every strand of fur must lie in the right place, and all of those strands must also be clean and glossy. She has made this vanity an important part of her daily routine. She doesn't mind that she gets up earlier than most of her denmates and clanmates. She likes to think that her discipline makes up for the ditziness of her nature. Without it Bubbleburst simply wouldn't feel very much like herself.

Today, however, Bubbleburst has turned a critical eye on her nest in the warriors' den. It has gone long neglected. It isn't uncomfortable by any means- Bubbleburst has no issue finding herself comfortable and happily dreaming each night- but it is certainly a drab sight to behold. It has been flattened and mashed down by dreams, worn in and dulled by all sorts of rearrangements and sleepy turns. It isn't a shameful sight. Bubbleburst just feels that it's high time that it got some refreshing, and she would be remiss to demand some apprentice try to form and decorate her nest to her specifications.

Once the morning's chores have completed, the silver-coated molly bypasses breakfast (she'll settle for an early lunchtime snack instead, she decides) to poke back into the warriors' den. Bubbleburst wastes no time. She has pulled apart the worn and mashed parts of her nest and kept the parts she can keep- the softer materials, feathers, and various non-pokey decorations she's found and been given over the moons- and put them in two neat piles. Before long, she's sequestered the keepers into a pile where her nest usually is and is awkwardly dragging the parts she needs to replace out into camp. She flashes a bright smile and says a muffled "Hello!" to the first clanmate she sees, and tries to keep on her merry way.
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[BRONZESHINE]

"sign another deal" addict
bronzeshine | 29 moons | female| she/her | physically moderate | mentally hard | attack in underline

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The silver tabby hadn't really made much of an impression on Bronzeshine before, she was nice enough, they'd shared a few patrols, it was what it was. She watched Bubbleburst re-enter the warriors den shortly after most had left. From her perch outside Moonbeam's den, she felt like a kit in time-out. Maybe... maybe she should try to make a friend. Or maybe just, more than an acquaintance. As the other molly emerged from the den, she made her way over. "Hey," she started, "Do, uh, do you want any help?"

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[hazecloud]

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Nest-making had quickly been made into a skill of importance within RiverClan's creation, and now as it had grown to see its third generation of warriors and apprentices, Hazecloud is proud to see that it has taken such a foundation to her Clanmates. RiverClans nests were of special requirements and materials that better suited their waterside dwelling. Reeds for buoyancy and feathers to help keep it all dry, Hazecloud is almost sure no other Clan could say they oft kept their nests shining with special gems and decorative stones, either.

"Good morning Bubbleburst, Bronzeshine!" The deputy greeted with a warm smile. "Looks like you have quite the project ahead of you."

✿ ———— I'll be your regular mama ✿ ————— And I'll put that gun away

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  Hazecloud
  —⊰⋅ Deputy of RiverClan
  —⊰⋅ She/Her
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ LH blue smoke with green eyes.
  

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[BEEFANG]

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ — Every now and then Beefang would change a few materials out for newer ones when it came to the shared nest that belonged to her and her mate, she had never been so nitpicky with her nest when she had slept in the apprentice den but... now that she had a loving partner for life, she needed it to be perfect or at least, close to perfect. She'd find feathers during her patrols or flowers while hunting just so she could bring it back to her nest and weave it the best that she could, the young warrior isn't the most skilled at it but she tried and that's all that mattered. It catches her attention when Bubbleburst's dragging away parts of her nest away in a rather awkward manner and Bronzeshine greets her asking if the blue tabby needed any help, the bicolored moggy lingers in the back for a moment debating on approaching or not but steps forward in the end.

Hazecloud makes her own appearance as well and Beefang blinks her lone eye only to greet the trio with a hesitant smile of her own "Good morning." She turns her attention to Bubbleburst once more deciding that she could help out the other warrior too if Bronzeshine wasn't plenty of help and she voices her own offer, "If you want more help, I'd be more than willing." She muses staring at the part of nest that she's getting rid of and tilts her helm slightly to the side, she wonders what Bubbleburst had decided to keep if this is everything that she's getting rid of.

DROWN IN YOUR SORROW AND FEARS ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ CHOKE ON YOUR BLOOD AND YOUR TEARS

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  WARRIOR SKILLSET;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ HUNTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ COMBAT
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ SWIMMING
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING
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  ✦ a shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and a singular amber eye
  ✦ oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. distrusting of outsiders and will snap at you if y/c walks up to her on her blind side. all her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 14 moons old; ages the 10th every month
  ✦ asexual homoromantic; mated to moonbeam
  ✦ currently mentoring... roepaw ; formerly mentored by smokestar
  ✦ firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ✦ sister of cicadaflight and loveburn
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[bubbleburst]

〔✦〕Bubbleburst slows as she encounters a few friendly faces, unable to resist her innate desire to socialize. She smiles at Hazecloud, feeling a bit sheepish. Her mother's words about keeping up appearances ringing about in her head as per usual. She must look extra silly carry all of this on her own. She puts down the old, worn nesting materials so that she can properly respond to her clanmates. "Good morning! Yes," she nods, jovial as ever "I figured it's been awhile since I really spruced up my nest. It's about time I refreshed it!"

She turns to the other two- Bronzeshine who she doesn't quite know but is pleasant enough, and Beefang who she considers a friend regardless of what the other thinks- and smiles wide. "If you want to help you're more than welcome, but you don't have to if you have more fun things to attend to," Bubbleburst speaks first to the former, and turning to the latter adds: "Of course. And you know we could always pick up some things for you to decorate with too!" The silver molly, of course, is referring to the not-so-subtle way Beefang has become interested in aesthetics since getting with Moonbeam. Luckily, Bubbleburst is somewhat of a self-proclaimed expert in this area.

sucker love, a box i choose ( no other box i choose to use ) !!

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• BUBBLEBURST —— warrior of riverclan , mentoring twinklepaw . mudjaw x breezeflower . littermate to swanpaw ✦ penned by carat
  ✦ she/her / 16 moons & ages every 13th
  ✦ single / bisexual / open to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— not a strong fighter, often prefers diplomacy and strategy over strength and battle skills
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a mediumhaired silver marbled tabby with moderate white and blue eyes

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[paleroot]

⊹ ︶⏝⭒˚‧ ︵‿⭒ཐིཋྀ ཐིཋྀ⭒‿︵ ‧˚⭒⏝︶ ⊹

The small gathering of figures in the camp is always enough to spur her curiosity... nosy and ever-hungry for the company of those she does not have to lounge around with day after day, Paleroot is eager for the excuse as she shambles towards those far younger than she. They're discussing the hard work of reworking the warrior's den, adjusting nests and gathering moss.... Chores, really. The mostly white she-cat is glad in her old age she has not been dragged out to collecting the plushy plants herself. Her paws are not so nimble as they once were.

But weaving... that much she could do. "If ya don't mind an ol' molly's help, I'd be happy t'help with the weaving," she purrs, squinting her half blind gaze into something of a joyous grin.

She looks at the young deputy, whose mother often keeps her company even in her state of delirium, and smiles, "The willows keepin' ya warm, young lady?" Best not to discuss the matter of Dappleleaf in front of so many others.... Her declining memory.​

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