private FUTILE DEVICES ⛧ swanpaw

[ASHENFALL]

˚⊹₊‧ 𖦹 "You think mom's going to like a twoleg thing on her grave ...? I think she'd cuff us over the ear for it, honestly," Ashenpaw stared down at the offending object in question. The shiny stone string wasn't the ugliest thing he's seen come out of the carrionplace, but the principle of it... He tapped it with his paw a bit as if to goad it into doing something outrightly offensive. Poke, poke, bat... Nothing.

Ashenpaw sighed uneasily, glancing around at the dreary, mud-caked graveyard with disdain. He found himself missing the neatness of the snow, even if everything else surrounding the weather phenomenon was deadly or whatever. He twitched, chest tightening as he tried not to freak out over the sloppiness of their mother's gravesite. How had it gotten so UGLY and DISGUSTING in the time he had been trapped in the medicine den? Dread rolled in his gut, Starclan should strike him down now for letting it get this bad.

"Eughh.. maybe pinecones would be nice..? Uh, at least until we can find nice ferns and flowers, at least..." He rolled a pinecone to sit unimpressively beside the grave. Ugly. He pressed a paw to his eyes, not able to bear to look at it any longer, "Oh, stars, she hates it!"

Spoiler: PROMPT

The graveyard is looking rather dreary lately, the melting snow and general disinterest in tending to it when more important matters are present has left the burial site of ShadowClan's previous members looking sloppy. A conflict of interest arises, who has the best decorating ideas?

YOULL ASK WHAT CAN I DO? ⭒☽⛧☾⭒ AND THERE WILL BE NO ANSWER

• OOC: (the twoleg thing in question is a 14k solid gold chain necklace) @Swanpaw
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  — ashenkit . ashenpaw
  — ftm transmasc. he/him. 11mo apprentice of shadowclan. mentored by smogmaw
  — muted blue torbie w/ pale blue and amber eyes
  — smells of rainsoaked fern and swamp milkweed
  — all ic opinions!
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — sig by nya, fullbody by antiigone, sticker by saturnid
  — penned by eezy
  

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[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ 　Swanpaw's half-lidded eyes stare down at the grave of their mother, something rueful coloring the clear sky-blue. She tilts her head as though the decoration will be more becoming from the proper angle, only serving to make her blink against the glare. She gives a soft hum before she speaks. "I think it's... nice. Shiny..." That's why they'd brought it, yet...

It just doesn't look right. The whole thing doesn't look right. Halfshade's grave should not sit among slush and muck; it should be decorated with a bed of the plushest flowers. At least the blanketing of snow had some neatness to it. Ashenpaw rolls a pitiful pinecone towards it, even more unfitting than the twoleg thing. (They feel a little guilty for thinking such at his remorseful outburst.) "Ah, she doesn't hate it...! She..." They blink down at it slowly, trying to convince themself their mother would find this suitable. A messy grave is much alike a messy pelt; completely unbefitting of Halfshade. "Well... I don't know that she likes it..."

They need to do something about it though. A delicate paw sweeps the offending pinecone away. "Pinecones are too... Spiny. She needs..." They glance around fruitlessly. "Something colorful. Pretty." Elegant and perfect, just as she was. Radiant. They have no clue how they can accomplish this, but the two of them can surely find something.

‎‎┌── WE FOUND TWO DEAD SWANS ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ AND FILLED THEIR BODIES WITH FLOWERS ──┐‎

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  SWANPAW　☁︎　she / they, apprentice of shadowclan, twelve moons.
  ➳ a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with droopy blue eyes.
  ➳ dreamy and detached, more ghost than cat. known for her perpetual sleepiness.
  ➳ halfshade x smogmaw, littermate to applepaw, garlicpaw, & ashenpaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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