no angst forests and cottages // flower picking

[✧ Sleekserpent.]

♡​♡ MOM AND DAD THINK I SUCK AT LIFE ♡♡​

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sleekpaw & 06 moons & genderfluid & he/she/they & thunderclan apprentice ​

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Being an apprentice is tiring - no amount of love for training can change that fact, no matter how much sleekpw wishes this to be the case. So the boy decides to take a well earned respite after todays training, taking the time to bask in the glow of the sunset as he wanders, patrol not far behind, until a pop of color upon the ground finally catches his eye. A quiet hum, soft and gentle like the sound of a stream or melodious birdcall slips past her lips absentmindedly as soft paws work, carefully freeing the flowers from the earth. They take great care to keep from getting too dirty, a soft puff of breath blowing the soil loose from delicate stems. One- two- three- he counts as he collects, careful not to damage the pristine white petals as he moves to tuck them within pale fur - an easier method of carry, he's learned. It's nice, she thinks, to relax.

— they hoped i'd be rich by this time ♡

• Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
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• — a small and effeminate apprentice with pale pinkish cream fur and baby blue eyes. sleekpaw comes across as quiet and aloof towards most, though he shows a softer side around the nursery queens and his mentor. she seems to care little for anything outside of training, apprentice duties, and her appearance. they seem strangely silent on the topic of borders however, and even shiftier about anything concerning cross clan relationships.
  
  — physically easy && mentally hard
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay allowed
  — please attack using [b][color=mistyrose]action here[/color][/b] and tag account

 

[DUSKBIRD]

Is it strange that Duskpaw does not find it any more tiring than being a kitten? Physically exhausting, of course — his first moon of apprenticeship had been filled with aching, throbbing paws and sleepless nights from sore limbs — but tiring never seemed to be the right word. Perhaps it is that Nightbird is always challenging him, but rather than seeing each day as a list of things to do before he can rest, it is life-life-life-life again and again. He imagines this is much like what a warrior's life may be. That thought fills him with nothing but pride. (After all, Howlingstar's grandson has quite large pawsteps to fill, does he not?) Doing so rarely leaves him with genuine moments of nothingness. Picking flowers is a foreign concept outside of Berryheart's job. Coming across her now, that's all Duskpaw can think to ask: "Are these for Berryheart?"

˗ˏˋ〚  OOC NOTES 05.20.2023 〛´ˎ˗

• ooc: @nightbird I FORGOT MY MENTOR TAG
• ──── duskpaw. apprentice of thunderclan. he / they.
  ──── blazestar x little wolf, older littermate of skykit.
  ──── does not know of his father / skyclan heritage.
  
  ──── an undefined kitten with long, dark brown fur that fades just slightly near the chest, throat, and ears, while the tip of their tail burns with the bright orange tabby flame. eyes are a deep, rich amber-brown, seeming red.
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[STORMYWING]

Stormywing catches sight of the wandering apprentice as she walks along, a brow quirking curiously. Where is she off to? She glances at the rest of their patrol, namely the apprentice's mentor, before her gaze then catches Duskpaw following. It doesn't take long for her to split off, too, white paws carrying her at a swift, high-stepping trot. Her tail swings casually at her heels, gaze drifting up to stare at the sun filtering through the leaves above. Slowing down is right up her alley. She can get behind this.

She arrives at the spot where the two apprentices now linger, but her attention is drawn to Sleekpaw. Duskpaw asks if the flowers they're picking are for their quiet medicine cat and she leans into a stretch, ear twitching. "Did Flycatcher put you on herb duty or somethin'?"​

 

[freckleflame]

frecklepaw has never taken anything simply, or slowly. the girl is all bulk, all sparking, sharp - toothed energy. their patrol lingers somewhere behind and she comes bursting through the greenery with paws outstretched forward, evergreen eyes locked on a.. something. something small, writhing. a vole, perhaps, but it darts at the last moment — and she comes crashing after it, russet blazing past the accumulating patrol.. and directly into a still - drying puddle of greenleaf mud. her claws come back empty and she groans a loud, prolonged thing of irritation. mud spatter covers the grass around her, whichever victims to be close enough ; a sheepish curve kisses her jaws, ” sorry! sorry. “ a sputtering apology, despite the insincerity gleaming in the crooked, lazy grin of her maw, ” didja find ‘er? “ sleekpaw. who wandered during patrols?

did flycatcher put you on herb duty? her nose wrinkles at the thought, phantom reek of bitter herbs scorching her inner nostrils. her head snaps to the back, wide emerald blinking wild at the thin - boned apprentice settled just behind her — a likely, unfortunate victim of her just - missed leap. flowers jut from their maw and she quirks a brow, aims to bump friendly into stormywings shoulder where she comes to stand, messy paws and all, ” i bet he’d ‘preciate it, berryheart. id hate t’ be stuck pickin’ weeds all day. “

《 ⠀ CONVO 𖤓 VISUAL ⠀ 》

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• FRECKLEPAW ——— ⠀ 𓍊𓋼 ⠀ . ׁ
  f. she / her. apprentice of thunderclan, daughter of sunfreckle and rabbitnose. fluffy cream tabby / tortoiseshell chimera with seaglass eyes. her namesake shows shows himself in shades of vibrant russet, doused in swathes of shadow and interwoven with ribbons pale cream. unspecified maine coon heritage from sunfreckle’s side brings her to a size expected of a thunderclanner — with large, round paws and tufted, long - furred toes upon thick, tabby - splotched limbs. reaching adolescence, kittish fuzz has lengthened, allowing her bulk to appear deceivingly fluffy, concealing layers of toned muscle in licks of red - orange.
  
  𖦹 . lesbian, single with no crush. smells like warm stone and oak leaves.
  𖦹 . eleven moons, ages on the 25th. thunderclan apprentice. mentored by wolfwind.
  
  penned by antlers​
  
  
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[GENTLESTORM]

( ❄ ) The snowy warrior had been attentive for any prey that was nearby and he thought he had seen something along the roots of the tree but he hadn't been given an opportunity to investigate when he felt mud splatter onto his coat. Hailstorm turning around to see who it had been and found Frecklepaw sheepishly grinning at him, he couldn't help but be amused by this and snorted in amusement before realizing that Stormywing had split off from the patrol. Admittedly, he was curious and followed only to see Sleekpaw picking flowers from the ground listening to the questions everyone had asked her. Herb duty wasn't a bad thing by any means and Hailstorm would prefer it over a few things he could remember from his youth.

Hailstorm would flick one of his ears unable to stay a bit amused by Frecklepaw though his warm gaze is focused on Sleekpaw and would tilt his head a bit to try and get a good look at the flowers that they had just picked. "I think they're a little to pretty to be called weeds," The mud covered warrior says lightly with a small grin on his maw. But then again how would he know? Oftentimes, weed did tend to have little flowers at the end of em.​

( O SOL PEDIU A ; LUA EM CASAMENTO )

 

[✧ Sleekserpent.]

♡​♡ MOM AND DAD THINK I SUCK AT LIFE ♡♡​

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sleekpaw & 06 moons & genderfluid & he/she/they & thunderclan apprentice ​

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The amount of interest his patrolmates show catches sleekpaw off gaurd, head snapping up to blink wide eyes in surprise. One voice after another joins the fray, leaving her overwhelmed for a moment, and she can't seem t get a word in until it's too late. They shake their head as they stand from their crouch, a frown tugging at pale features. "They're not herbs - I was picking them because they're pretty," he says finally, voice soft. Not that she would've been upset to have been put on herb duty - just another excuse to wander about plucking stems, right? It's certainly a less dirty job than marking the border or hunting usually is. Frecklepaw decides to be obnoxious in her efforts, spraying mud and muck everywhere, and it's only quick thinking that keeps pale coat clean - darting quickly out of the splash zone with a icy glare. "Hey, watch it..."

— they hoped i'd be rich by this time ♡

• Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
  ooc: —
  tw/cw: —
  
• — a small and effeminate apprentice with pale pinkish cream fur and baby blue eyes. sleekpaw comes across as quiet and aloof towards most, though he shows a softer side around the nursery queens and his mentor. she seems to care little for anything outside of training, apprentice duties, and her appearance. they seem strangely silent on the topic of borders however, and even shiftier about anything concerning cross clan relationships.
  
  — physically easy && mentally hard
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay allowed
  — please attack using [b][color=mistyrose]action here[/color][/b] and tag account