camp FROM YOU THE FLOWERS GROW [decorating]

[SANDPELT]

ꕀꕀ The frost has receded at last, leaving in its wake a land of warming waters and blossoming flora. RiverClan's territory has been beautiful for as long as Sandpaw can recall, but it is even more so now, when the warm sunlight shines down through trees that are steadily regaining their leaves. The prey is plentiful, and many clanmates are finding better and better ways to make their pelts look beautiful with the decorations that the season of new life brings. Sandpaw watches his father tuck a bright feather into his mother's fur, and something tugs longingly in his chest.

He doesn't have that. He probably won't have that for a long while—if ever. But if he's just good enough, then maybe he has a chance…

Yellow eyes narrow as he gazes down at the materials he's collected, and a careful paw traces over one of the feathers. He knows that he's… pretty, sort of? It's the only thing that makes him anything more than an average, subpar apprentice. His fur is long and silken, soft to the touch and falling near-perfectly over his body. He's gathered a number of shimmering patches of fish scales, along with feathers, flowers, and even a few berries. He appears deep in thought as he sits and stares at his decorations, uncertain what he should choose first. The berries, maybe, so he doesn't risk getting berry juice all over the rest of the stuff?

❀ With the mood lighter its back to RiverClan's habits of decoriating 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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[DUCKPAW]

tags! ₊˚✧ ﾟ.duckpaw is enjoying the turn of the seasons. everything seemed less desparate and depraved, for lack of better descriptors. under the constant threat of rogues and always falling short of prey, the cold seasons had been even harder than usual, but the grit of it had been all she had ever known. now that she was getting her first tantalizing taste of easier times, she wasn't sure how she had ever survived the sorrow and hardship of leaf-bare. she could sleep undisturbed through the night, and everywhere she looked she saw full bellies and a nursery bustling with queens and litters. it was good. how could they ever go back? it had been hard to see the beauty of life when they had seemed to be dying in droves and feeding off morsels of prey, but now she could see why warriors fought so hard to preserve their way of life.

duckpaw is observing sandpaw curiously from across the campgrounds. she had met the apprentice once ... after her bee incident. she is slightly embarrassed at the whole situation, and is forstalling her approach because of it. this could be an opportunity to rewrite her own impression, or a gateway to more awkward encounters. she isn't adept at socializing, mostly relying on picking conversations with extroverts so that they can carry the bulk of the talk with little contribution from her end; still, he is friendly, she knows that. duckpaw is flicking her tail, thinking, and then promptly gets up from where she has been lying. she can see sandpaw is thinking hard, yellow eyes studying the little trinkets collected at his paws, as if he is deciding which one to use first. "i think the berries would compliment your fur quite nicely," duckpaw offers as she reaches his hearing range. "not saying that the others wouldn't ... but like ... the contrast would be nice, no?" she starts digging a hole, and then abruptly takes the shovel out of her paws, ending her little tack-on sentence like a question. her smile is big as she looks at him, hoping that he thought nothing of the blunder.
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[Tigersplash]

Tigersplash knew he was a handsome cat, his coat was always well groomed and shiny. Taking care of himself and looking good was a priority for him but he didn't often decorate himself past his normal grooming. He didn't have to in order to stand out but it did look fun, he catches a glimpse at the gathering of pretty baubles and berries Sandpaw has laying at his paws. There were a lot of good choices, the scales in particular glinted in the sun catching her gaze.

He was deliberating, the apprentice looked so serious about picking the right thing to beauty himself up with. he chuckles as she comes closer, he nods towards Duckpaw whose suggestion sounds wonderful. "I agree some color would really stand out! Good suggestion Duckpaw! Try some under your eyes, go wild you'll look great" she encourages flashing a grin at the two apprentices.

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  Tigerplash ✩ She/He, Warrior of Riverclan, 17 moons
  ⭃ A chocolate/cinnamon chimera she-cat with high white and amber eyes
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Kedamono ↛ @legmeatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots.​

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[brookstorm]

Brookstorm didn't take too often to decorating herself, even for gatherings. Perhaps the bare minimum to appear one with her Clanmates, if any at all. She understands the allure with donning new feathers and scales every few weeks, it just simply isn't for her. She would much rather spend her time hunting or patrolling - and to be frank, she figures that a certain deputy would rather her fatigued beyond a comprehensive state than playing dress up with a couple apprentices.

She almost skips the festivities, before she notices a few blooms that are nestled in Sandpaw's array. Her ear twitches and she diverts from her path, if only to ask, "Where'd you find those?" curiously. She has no true input to his appearance - Duckpaw flounders her way through a suggestion and Tigersplash offers his agreeance. Sandpaw needn't any more suggestions right away.​

 

[SANDPELT]

ꕀꕀ Duckpaw's approach is met with a small smile, eyes warm as he dips his head in greeting. He knows that he's guilty of brushing off his fellow apprentices in favor of focusing on his duties, but Sandpaw still appreciates their presence. Duckpaw is no exception; she may be quiet and somewhat shy, but she's still a loyal RiverClanner all the same. She's also clearly a bit… reckless, he supposes—she did not get away unscathed in her attempt to steal honey from bees. The black and white apprentice suggests that he begin with the berries, and he nods in agreement. "That's what I was thinking', too," he responds, using a pale paw to squish one of the colorful fruits. The splatter of red-purple that it produces stains his paw, and he tips his head to the side as he inspects it.

The color is a nice contrast against his sandy pelt, and Tigersplash echoes the sentiment. She offers her own suggestion as well, and the tom lets out a puff of laughter. "Hah, dunno if I wanna put it that close to my eyes," he says, though he can see the warrior's vision. With red-violet smears beneath his eyes, he'd probably look pretty. Maybe the contrast would be even better, then. He raises a paw and draws it across his cheek, feeling the tackiness of sticky berry juice clinging to the fur there. Then he shifts his paw upward, just below his eye—his earlier words seem forgotten as he colors the space beneath his eye with red.

Just as he's finished his painting, Brookstorm asks where he'd found the flowers. He shrugs. "I found 'em over that way," he jerks his chin in the direction where he'd stumbled upon the flowers. Why the she-cat wants to know, he isn't sure, but he's willing to help if she wants them. Everyone deserves to look good with flowers in their pelt, don't they? "I can show you the way later, 'f you want?"​

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[EVENINGPAW]

Eveningkit's been an absolute sucker for the RiverClan tradition of decorating oneself for special occasions, and when there are none of said occasions to be found, she still makes sure her appearance is top notch. It's only right. Hazecloud rarely needs to groom her anymore, not when she's perfected it and prefers to do it herself. With newleaf settling in, it's become so much more easier to find items that would look good in tufts of fur - and it seems Sandpaw has the same idea as her.

She sniffs his collection even before asking, blinking up at the apprentice with approval in her eyes. "Pretty scales!" she compliments, eyes always drawn towards the shiniest of things in her vicinity, and nudges one with her paw. "Can I help decorate you too?"

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SIP THE GOSSIP ✦ DRINK TIL YOU CHOKE

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• EVENINGKIT ✦ RIVERCLAN KIT
  ────── SHE/HER ✦ PENNED BY KARMEN ✦ 04/15
  ────── LICHENTAIL X HAZECLOUD
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[FOGSHORE]

Fogshore knew he was quite pretty or handsome, his coat was always well-groomed without any ruffles save for napping. Taking care of himself was a key priority; he doesn't constantly decorate himself with berries or other kinds of plants. He was on his way to the warrior's den when he came to a halt and looked over at the small group of cats, specifically Sandpaw. Spotting some materials the apprentice collected, he was quite curious.

The chimera makes his way to the group with a hum, stopping next to Tigersplash with a hum. He greeted the others with a slight bow of his head. He lets his odd-eyed gaze, study the little trinkets the Sandpaw gathered. He settles down onto his haunches, long plumed tail curling around his paws. He looks over at Duckpaw, feathered ear flicked at the black and white apprentice's suggestion to begin with berries first.

He hums as he watches Sandpaw draw a red smear beneath his eyes. He hums at the forming look on the sandy-colored apprentice. The tomlooks over at the little voice of one Eveningkit asking Sandpaw if she could help decorate with a nudge of her paw. He blinks, as he watches little Eveningkit ask Sandpaw if she could help decorate by poking one of the materials with a paw.

MAKE IT LOOK PRETTY ✦ BENEATH THE MOONLIGHT

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• no ref yet </3
• ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ ( night swimming is calming, no? ) FOGSHORE.
  𓇼 non-binary ; HE / HIM, okay with gendered terms ; 34 MOONS & AGES EVERY 16TH.
  𓇼 warrior of riverclan | formerly a loner,kittypet
  𓇼 single / bisexual / not looking/"looking" / open to crushes & romance
  𓇼 a LH blue smoke & SH white chimera with amber sectoral eyes and yellow sectoral heterochromia
  𓇼 battle notes — thoughts ; "Speech, acb1d6" ; attacks only
  𓇼 may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𓇼 smells like freshly baked cinnamon buns & distant rain
  

  ic notes: has light sensitive eyes, tilts head towards the ground. tends to squint in the sunlight, sticks to shaded areas.

  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[valesight ➶]

⸙͎｡˚⋆ ⍋ ѧѦ ѧ⍋ ⸙͎｡˚⋆

There's nothing better to do than turn the page on another day and read the dull lines of a boring chapter. This was for the swell of action, he suspects, that he is punished with an era of sitting around and waiting. Of healing and being careful and watched and fussed over. He doesn't mind the attention, it's what is owed to a valiant hero after all but he does loathe the fact time drags on so slowly.

That and the meticulousness that he must move with is a great source of frustration. He understands that too much jostling can make things worse, extend the length of time for which he is put on the proverbial benches of the team but... sleeping all day is a drag. He is wasting his life away... So when he spots a gaggle of clan-mates gawking around a collection of scales and petals and various other trinkets, Valepaw thinks this a page he can actually write himself into.

Limping with a caution befitting a boy wounded as he was, the chimera approached with keen yellow-green eyes as Eveningkit declares the scales to be pretty. Hmm.. unfortunately, she's not wrong. They were removed with the tender devotion of someone keen to use them and that in itself is fairly impressive. "Just... decorating for fun?" Is there a special occasion that the fugue of recovery time has made him forget?​

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[STREAMKIT]

✧ . Though he's yet to find an opportunity to decorate himself in pretty things, Streamkit loves seeing his clanmates decorated in them. Shining fish scales, flowers — oh, and feathers! With warmer days and more opportunities to find things, it won't be long before the blue smoke's adorned in the territory's beauty as well.

Sandpaw has a whole collection of things, he notices, as he follows behind a denmate. As Eveningkit assesses the pile, Streamkit looks up at the apprentice. " Are y' gonna wear these? " the kitten asks, " Are they… the best things to wear? " Sandpaw must know, if he's brought them out for wearing purposes. His gaze drifts downward toward the tom's collection, toward soft-looking feathers. Like Eveningkit, a paw reaches forward to nudge at the object that captures his attention.

" I like this, " he decides with a small nod. At Eveningkit's words, his gaze brightens and he looks up at Sandpaw again, " Oh! Can I help too? "​

✦ ABOUT

• STREAMKIT ✦ AMAB. He / They. Kit of RiverClan.
  ✧ . A blue smoke tabby and white cat with blue eyes.
  ✧ . NPC x NPC
  ✧ . Mentor to be determined.
  ✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
  ✧ . Penned by Abri ‣ @_abri_ on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
  ✧ . " Speech " ; Attack

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