camp GIRL'S NIGHT ⚜ crush talk <3

[Duckshimmer]

*+:｡.｡ Duckshimmer would never, in a million years, claim to be anything special in Swansong's life, nothing more than a clanmate, anyway. But admittedly, the other young woman held a special spot in Duckshimmer's. It's not every day a stranger such as herself participates in the milestone of another, so forgive Duckshimmer if she hasn't quite shaken off the honor she feels having witnessed Swansong's. As of late, Ducky has found herself keeping a close eye on the deputy's child, smiling to herself whenever she sees the young woman living her happy life. Tonight, beneath the stars and after a pleasant day hunting frogs and eating their fill, Duckshimmer figures no better moment than now to get to know her clanmate.

"Swansong my beautiful dear, how has your day been?" Duckshimmer asks, approaching the woman as she relaxes by the warrior's den. If she doesn't protest, Ducky would gracefully lay down beside her, grooming her sparkling ivory coat. "My, what a lovely coat you have, dear," she purrs, easily brushing a knot free, "you ought to be careful, your paw is soon to grow sore batting away at suitors left and right" On the subject, Duckshimmer's periwinkle eyes would begin to sparkle with mischief, "I don't suppose...there's anyone, in particular, you wouldn't want to keep away? hmm?"

*+:｡.｡ Updated 12/15/23

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  GENERAL:
  ⚜ Duckshimmer
  ⚜ DFAB— She/Her — Bisexual
  ⚜ 30 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ⚜ Mother to Singepaw, Swallowpaw and Sneezepaw
  ⚜ Shadowclan — Warrior
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ⚜Physically hard | mentally hard
  ⚜ Attack in bold #ffa98f
  injuries: None currently

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[Frostbite]

Swansong was definitely one of the prettier cats in Shadowclan, and Frostbite knows she gets it from her mother. He isn't surprised if Swansong is getting any longing looks or flirtatious remarks made at her. She is a jewel in the marsh. Initially, Frostbite was content to just listen to the conversation. It's... Kind of all he can do in his condition. Watch and listen. His anxieties were few, and with all the frogs about, he was confident that his kits would be born healthy and strong since he'd be eating well.

But this conversation is one he HAS to butt into. He sees Duckshimmer's mischievous glimmer in her eyes and when she asks Swansong if there was anyone she wouldnt want to keep away.... A sly smile crosses his face. Mischeif glints in his own eyes now as he gets up to move to them, settling beside Duckshimmer.

"I bet there's someone...." He says, smile still wide and playful.

He's noticed how close Poppypaw and Swansong are. He thinks it's cute and wishes them the best, should they become mates. He'll have to tease Poppypaw too, now that he thinks about it. Swansong can't get all the teasing.​

 

[CHILLEDSTAR.]

love was... hard. it was weird and unsettling and it made a lot of cats do things that they normally just would not do. even just for a taste of feeling loved. and chilledstar... had a weird relationship with it. they did not love the way others did. there was a small, and very minimal, chance that they'd ever love again. geckoscreech was a surprise, either way. when they met her, they knew that she was a damned good warrior. she had been around for a long time, and she had kits with someone. she became a friend and unexpectedly, as if it with a very large branch, they... fell for her. it was unsettling at first. they didn't even want to think about it but then it became all they could think about at all.

the long nights. the star gazing together. the look in her soft mint green eyes, as the stars sparkling within them. she herself was made from the stars, and being able to love her was probably the best thing that's ever happened to them. but just as quick as it came, it was gone. she was gone. they can only hope that she's safe. they shake their head, however, turning back their attention to swansong, duckshimmer, and frostbite.

"don't give her such a hard time. i'm sure if there is someone they like, they will figure it out."

they're not upset at all. they think it's good for cats to love and be loved. they just don't know if they could do it ever again... even if the smallest irrational parts of them wanted to.

———————---***ALL OF MY FEELINGS ARE GONE***———————---​

I LEFT 'EM ALL ON THE FLOOR✧ MAN WHO'S TO BLAME IF YOU DON'T LOVE ME NO MORE

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• — black feline with a white marking across their face, a white chin, a white right front paw, and blue eyes. chilledstar is covered in scars, the most prominent ones being the one across their face, and the one across their neck.
  — 45 moons old; ages the 3rd every month
  — they / them pronouns
  — aromantic / homosexual ; currently not looking / looking
  — child of JAGGED and RAVEN
  — shadowclan ; loyal to shadowclan ; other info if applicable
  — mildly difficult to befriend ; trusts barely anyone; trusts no one outside of shadowclan
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Halfsun]

Halfpaw and her sister aren't exactly the closest of siblings. Her early memories of the pale furred warrior are of a haze, of a cat that she knew she shared blood with but that she wasn't allowed near for fear that she would catch the same sickness that they waited with baited breath for their father to bring home the cure for. The very same that had taken their mother before she and her littermates could meet her. Despite their estrangement, she still found it strange to think of Swansong (or any of her siblings really) having a crush on anyone. A grimace finds its way onto er features when she hears Duckshimmer ask, when Frostbite says those words with such a knowing tone. "Ick! Gross!" she complains with a groan. "There's no way! You dont like actually like someone like that do you?" but would it really be so bad if she did? Halfpaw had had a crush once. She doesn't want to think about it but the image of cinnamon and white fur, of sky blue eyes and the widest damn smile, conjures in her mind (it makes her sad so she does not dwell on that memory for long) instead she glances at her older sister out of the corner of her mismatched blue eyes.

Chilledstar says to leave her alone but well, frankly, Halfpaw wants to know who it is. She looks again to Frostbite, raising one eyebrow in his direction before she once again sets her sights on her sibling. "If you do you have to tell me that's like a sister rule" she says, making it up on the spot. She certainly doesn't tell her other siblings everything about her life.

( ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ) no fake friends, forced smiles, or favors

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  HALFPAW SHADOWCLAN APPRENTICE ; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO APPLEPAW, ASHENPAW, SWANPAW, GARLICPAW, THORNPAW AND LAURELPAW
  

  A fluffy she cat who's fur is half cream tabby, half blue tabby split by white. Her eyes are two mismatched shades of blue, with one being a light icy blue and the other being darker in color.

  ✦ Easy in battle + still learning how to fight
  

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[Laurelgrin]

Romance had successfully avoided Laurelpaw so far, and he wouldn't say he yearned for it. He could probably get a molly swooning over himself easily enough, he was handsome and when the time called for it he could flatter. He just happened to lack any initiative for the idea. The concept of it was strange and foreign. Most cats learned some sort of idea of romantic love from their parents, whether good or bad, but Laurelpaw had never seen his mother and father in the same room. He heard his father mention Halfshade's beauty, but so had other cats, it didn't seem like something special to point out. Just like Swansong, she was also very pretty and stood out against the dark marsh. But, other cats understood that without romantic inclinations, no?

He wasn't in the warrior den with the others but he couldn't help but lean an ear towards the wall as he swished his tail outside. Swansong wouldn't like someone right? That would be weird, and what if someone liked her? That would be even weirder... and gross. Halfpaw was going on about some sort of sister rule, which wouldn't apply to him but nevertheless he would have to keep his attention fixed to the conversation. Just in case he had to keep an eye on another cat.

"speech"
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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] The thought of romance never crossed Snowpaw's mind, and she knew it has many of her other denmates considering it was getting around the time where crushes began to form and fester within the group of apprentices, yet Snowpaw never thought more onto it. Surely, Basilpaw had one since he was making attempts to flirt with any molly he laid eyes on but her, which she had been fine with but she worried it would make others suspect why he wasn't aiming his serial flirting onto her especially when the two were close.

Nonetheless the other approached, yellow eyes glancing over to Laurelpaw and Halfpaw, their sister Thornpaw as far as she was aware not in sight, and then the thought made her wonder if the pale barbary she-cat, her closest friend had liked anyone or had a crush on someone. Snowpaw never paid attention to it and yet somehow the thought of losing the friend didn't go well with her. "Whats it even like to have a crush on another?" she questioned coolly, never thinking it could simply be looking at another differently or sticking to the other's side like a burr, something that came as normal to Snowpaw.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You ve wasted your life , but thanks for applying ──┐‎

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  Snowpaw ❄ She/Her, apprentice of Shadowclan, 8 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ 　Duckshimmer's company is welcome, the rasp of her tongue especially so. She is one of the few cats in the marsh to understand beauty, to understand the importance of keeping up appearances. A smile crosses the warrior's face at the soft chatter of the older molly. "Ah - tiring, but good," she responds simply. A small, surprised laugh greets the flattery, the talk of suitors, something sheepish tinging the sound. "Someone... in particular...?" she echoes, soft and hesitant. Frostbite is joining in and - oh dear, is she truly so obvious?

"Um..." she trails off in a soft hum, eyes averting. What is she to say? Spill her heart for all the gathered cats to hear? Chilledstar's support is welcome, and has the feline easing a bit.

And then - Halfpaw comes, and rarely has Swansong seen their younger sister so interested in their life - even if it is only to complain and pester. It sparks something warm within them, and suddenly the tension all but dissipates, leaving a playful smile in its wake. "Oh, well if it's a sister rule..." she muses, raising her eyebrows in amusement. She hums, still mulling over the words. They come slowly, as though sharing a secret. "I must admit, there is someone... But, ah, I cannot say who. I am sworn to secrecy, as..." A dramatic sigh, resting her head upon her paw and casting a forlorn glance to the onlookers. "I've no way of knowing if my feelings are returned..." She'd like to think they are. She has been admiring the prophet for all the time that she's known them, enamored with their words, their divine bloodsoaked beauty - and yet she is too nervous to act. What if they do not think of her the same...? The possibility is too daunting for her to act.

At least it is not lonely, this secrecy. They are content with friendship if this is all she seeks to offer - yet they cannot help but long for something more. They let out another soft sight at Snowpaw's question, this one tinged more dreamy. "It is a wondrous thing, love... But agonizing too, in a sense. The waiting, the nervousness..." She closes her eyes. "It feels... Like flowers bloom in your chest every time they're around, like you could spend your whole life by their side and never grow tired..." A smile, then. As much as they hope for returned feelings, they are also content merely to love. "It's nice," they conclude, soft and warm.

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

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  SWANSONG　☁︎　she / they, apprentice of shadowclan, thirteen 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 applejaw, garlicheart, & ashenfall.
  ➳ 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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