pafp FLOWERS IN YOUR HAIR ☾ being decorated

[LAKEMOON]

.·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·. Historically, the only plants to come in contact with her feathered coat were in the form of dressings and bandages. Lakemoon could find appreciation in the effort some of her clanmates put into decorating their own fur with shells and petals, but for herself? Out of the question, the impracticality alone was enough reason for her to avoid participating.
Until she was faced with wide, chocolate hues staring up at her, a pretty please as Snowkit offered up a variety of random bits of plants, flowers… twigs?
Sharp navy eyes are steady on her daughter for a moment, weighing the probability of her rejecting Snowkit’s offer without any hurt feelings.
There was no way, and Lakemoon is hit with the strange realization that she doesn’t really want to say no, not to spending time with her kit.
Begrudgingly, the warrior agrees and settles on her stomach, eyeing Snowkit’s materials with only slight hesitance.
”No berries.” Lakemoon lays down her only condition, pupils finding their way back to her kit.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SMELLING LIKE A BONFIRE ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ LOST IN A HAZE ──┐‎

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  LAKEMOON ☾ she/her, warrior of riverclan, 27 moons.
  ⭃ lanky blue tabby with low white and navy blue eyes and a slightly twisted right hind leg. A large facial scar stretches from her right brow to her left cheek, and another crosses at her chest and stretches down the length of her stomach.
  ⭃ daughter of Tempestmoon && Lilypad ࿏ sister to Wolfwind ࿏ mate to Lilybloom & mother to Snowkit, Graykit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[snowkit]

-`♡´- Snowkit doesn't know why her mother sits more recently in the blurry cache of her memory. While Graykit and Iciclefang and his cousins and the kittens of the nursery reached into perpetuity in the recesses of remembrance, searching her infant memory only surfaces brief glimpses of an imposing, melancholic tower of a woman slipping in and then swiftly out of the nursery. Eventually, though, Lakemoon lingered for longer, and longer, and they all found themselves in this comfortable routine that was called "family".

Still, Snowkit finds himself hankering for those navy eyes to linger on her even more than they do now, and for this reason, she prods at blue tabby fur and deploys her hugest, brownest eye beams up to her target and purring, "Pretty pleeeease?" Her mission is successful, and there's a skip in his step when Lakemoon relents her pelt to his artistic whims.

"Kay, no berries."

The artist — clumsily — weaves in grasses and leaves into Lakemoon's silken fur, little paws climbing onto her to be sure that no area would be left un-decorated. "All the plants and grass makes you smell all nice and plant-y, and you can hide in the plants like... like you aren't there! Like... a shadow! Sneaky..." Snowkit explains the reasoning behind his project. Pushing flower petals alongside them, he asserts that "And the petals are pretty, and they also float on the water so when you wear them you float on the water and swim really really fast and pretty." And then as she carefully weaves in twigs into the mix, she mews solemnly, "And these are your spiky protections... They're sharp like claws 'n stuff and they poke your enemies."

At last, Snowkit bestows a lick to Lakemoon's forehead with a respectful "Mlem," like she and Iciclefang have done to her many times before, and she steps back to admire her work.

"Behold!" she chirps happily, "The prettiness of Lakemoonstar! Warrior-queen-leader of the Sparkly Water Cats Clan!"

SUMMER CAME LIKE CINNAMON -`♡´- SO SWEET

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  Spoiler: PROMPT!

  With the mood lighter its back to RiverClan's habits of decorating their fur with trinkets and baubles and making 'paint' to color pelts. Berries, flowers, and shimmering fish scales make for a pretty sparkling palette.
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  — snowkit, kitten of riverclan!
  — he/him & she/her. OK w gendered terms! 2 moons old!
  — lilybloom x lakemoon. graykit's littermate !
  — a fluffy blue tortie w white & warm brown eyes
  — a happy, boisterous kitten with a big imagination
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — fullbody by jay , pfp by lovette, funnyguy by pin
  — penned by eezy

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[HOUNDSTRIDE.]

Much like the cat he'd once trained, Houndstride rarely tried to make himself look good. His fur had a dense mess to it, whorls of thick fur sticking out until he sunk himself to the river. Was that contagious? His reluctance to care for himself? (These days, looking at his reflection reminded him of who he was, and what he'd been through. The scars're blessing and curse both.) But now she's got a kitten that looks up to her, looks a good bit like her, and it's. . . a good thing, he knows, to see her all prettied up through the eyes of a kit. His own are soft-edged and quiet before he reminds himself not to show weakness before the ever-present danger of youthful minds.

In fact, his expression becomes downright troublesome as he approaches. Verdant eyes glimmer with mischief Lakemoon's sure to recognize. "Sounds like Lakemoonstar's got quite a few hard jobs ahead'f her. You're sure she couldn't use some berries to celebrate?"

𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐋𝐄𝐓: 𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊.  ╱ ( 𝑬𝑿𝑰𝑻 𝑯𝑨𝑴𝑳𝑬𝑻 ) 〚 03.11.2024 〛 𓆟༝ ˚ ｡ ⋆｡˚ ༝ • .𓆝

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• 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄. HE - HIM - HIS. PRODIGAL WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN. ————— mauled by a fox moons ago and has the scars to prove it. though his wounds are healed, nothing can rid him of that pain.  ╱ PENNED BY REVELATIONS
  
  a lean chocolate tabby with lime green eyes. the scars that had once been limited to the bridge of his nose now shatter and expand across that entire side of his face, up to a ripped ear and down to his shoulder and front right leg. it is somewhat difficult for him to put his weight on that paw at odd angles, and he gets grumpy after a long while of walking, but it does not inhibit him terribly.

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[FERNGILL]

Ferngill hoped Lakemoon didn't mind how much he hovered around her kits. They were his kin, after all- the last remnant of Lilybloom, though he wasn't sure how much she liked to be reminded of his lost mate, and he and his sister shared some similarities. Gentle-voiced and bearing a single eye... still, the silver she-cat had never been unkind to him, had never wished him out of her family's life- she'd grieved alongside them many times. Though it was not blood that bound them, they both loved her and Lilybloom's children dearly.

Knowing that was enough to make him confident in his approach; Snowkit's bright voice flooded Ferngill's face with sunshine, her starry pride a balm. She used her mother as a canvas- Ferngill's nose wrinkled in amusement as he settled beside Houndstride, regarding the glory of Lakemoonstar. Warrior, leader, queen... Houndstride's teasing earned a chitter of laughter from it.

"Watch out, I got told off last time I encouraged them," he murmured lowly to the scarred warrior, humour shimmering from his voice. A sole eye found his niece, then- "Can I ask Lakemoonstar if Sparkly Water Cats Clan accepts joiners?" Ferngill asked cheerfully, fully prepared to become the next canvas if it came to it... and a little tempted by the whimsy of it all, really.​

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[Gladefrost]

"Ooh, that's nice." Troutsnout would compliment as she made her way over, long legs quickly finding her way near Houndstride and Ferngill. Houndstride was tempting the idea of berries to be allowed in the artistic endeavor by Snowkit on Lakemoon— or well, Lakemoonstar. It's a friendly taunt but a humorous scold comes from the lead warrior to pick his taunts carefully from previous experiences. The maned female chuckles softly at the reaction of the two tom-cats conversing about the parent and child pair. Her ears flick at Ferngill’s suggestion on joining the fictional clan that Snowkit created with Lakemoon as the leader.

Troutsnout nods at the suggestion as she purrs softly, “ We’ll work hard to prove ourselves to Lakemoonstar.” She would state along with Ferngill, a serious expression on her face but her chambray gaze reflecting the playful vibe. Hopefully she wasn’t intruding on family time, but it was always nice to entertain the children and to save Lakemoon’s coat from being a potential berry painting. Who knows how she would react to Houndstride’s teasing of using the berries and she didn’t want the silver feline to feel pressured.

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[LAKEMOON]

.·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·. Lakemoon is more than content to listen on to her kits ramblings, taking note of the materials Snowkit’s freckled paws gravitate towards. The various bits of plants and grass for camouflage, delicate petals to float, and twigs for protection.
The warrior tries to suppress her instinct to shake the ornaments from her feathered fur, instead only slightly shifting every now and then.
Its uncomfortable, but endearing, witnessing Snowkit express his imagination was a joy the silvery molly never grew tired of. At last, her kitten rasps her tongue across her forehead, Lakemoon dipping her nose to the ground in order to give the mottled kitten a small bump of her head to his, and Snowkit declares herself finished, dubbing Lakemoon with an impossibly long new name with a title to match.
The tabby warriors attention had been so wrapped up with Snowkit, Houndstride’s gradual approach isn’t recognized in her peripheral until his maw is already parting to speak, a nostalgic spark setting sour apple optics alight.
Lakemoon’s brow quirks in light suspicion, before knitting together with disapproval as her former mentor proceeds to instigate.
“Lakemoonstar is quite sure Houndstride will find himself in the river before long, if he doesn’t keep his trap closed.” Lakemoon hums back, though brash words are made playful with the wink she gives her daughter. A plumed tail would aim to sweep Snowkit close in order to bestow her own rasp of her tongue between patchwork ears. Ferngill joining in this impromptu game of make-believe is unsurprising, but Lakemoon had always been appreciative of his effort to be involved in her kits lives, their fun. Still, juvenile games and keeping up facades such as this is new territory for her, and she doesn’t know what to say for a moment, what the right thing was to respond with. “Only if Snowkit can make you match.” The warrior finally decrees, this was Snowkit’s idea after all. Troutsnout’s participation in the banter earns a small, but amused dip of Lakemoons head.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SMELLING LIKE A BONFIRE ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ LOST IN A HAZE ──┐‎

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  LAKEMOON ☾ she/her, warrior of riverclan, 27 moons.
  ⭃ lanky blue tabby with low white and navy blue eyes and a slightly twisted right hind leg. A large facial scar stretches from her right brow to her left cheek, and another crosses at her chest and stretches down the length of her stomach.
  ⭃ daughter of Tempestmoon && Lilypad ࿏ sister to Wolfwind ࿏ mate to Lilybloom & mother to Snowkit, Graykit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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