private GIRLS NIGHT 𓆟 dizzypaw, mothpaw

[splashdance]

While trash had been endless in ShadowClan, it seems here it tapers off once the twolegs have gone. Near daily did she experience plastics and old food wash ashore, and now she has to hunt for every miscellaneous morsel of the unnatural. Splashpaw supposes that's for the better, but she still cannot help but feel disappointed. If the rubbish continued somehow... then she wouldn't feel too out of place.

Her ears twitch as she settles in beside her friends, Dizzypaw and Mothpaw, with the remainder of decorative shinies they have left. Some are still shells and river-glass, whilest others are wrinkled, colored plastics and soda can tabs. Splashpaw looks towards Mothpaw first, "You first," she suggests, nudging the other to claim something from the pile for her pelt or nest. Some of these things will be tugged out by nature or loosed with movement, and that's fine - fun is fleeting and it's up to them to re-establish it.

[ for trout! @DIZZYPAW @Mothpaw. ]​

 

[Mothpaw]

“Waa! Splashpaw's dark coat is gonna look so pretty with all the other colors.” Mothpaw would cheerfully chirp as she glances over the assortments of decorations they gathered. Some were naturally found around Riverclan territory and the others were things leftover by twolegs that they found interesting. A oceanic gaze of her night-colored friend meets hers as she smiles ear-to-ear as she observes what she would claim to decorate to dark canvas with. The girl hums softly as she claims a pink shell for Splashpaw's nest and puts it in a small pile for her nest, “A soft pink to compliment you and your nest~”

Mothpaw hesitates to consider the twoleg objects because she didn't know if they would be dangerous to her friend in any manner. Mothpaw's long tail sweeps the ground behind her as it swished side-to-side. A long determined look twinkles in her eyes as she examines Dizzypaw and Splashpaw. “Aha!” The lightbulb finally clicked and its doesn't take long for the chocolate and white feline to gather different decorations ranging from natural to twoleg, patiently weaving them into the plumed tail of the former Shadowclanner. After a hard work is done, she puffs her chest out and smiles proudly. “Well?”
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[DIZZYPAW]

"FATE IS A SUNDRESS" ˚୭ .ೃ⁀➷ tags ── LONG, FEATHERED TAIL sweeps across sunlit ground to cover Dizzypaw's paws. She sits comfortably betwixt friends - snow-smattered Splashpaw, honey-painted Mothpaw - and finds herself taking a moment to look between them, content. Though not particularly few and far between, Dizzypaw likes to share in these moments with the other girls - especially as RiverClan pushes out of tumultuous times. It has been a particularly hard moon. Peaceful moments are cherished.

The one disappointment with the Twolegs finally taking their leave is that they take their trash - now they have less and less to play dress up with. It is childish, a thing born of whimsy rather than practicality. Selfish? Dizzypaw knows that Splashpaw has gathered all that is left, and they will have to be careful with it. While it's for the better, Dizzypaw will miss the rush of excitement upon finding something new and shimmering.

Dizzypaw watches with wide, hazel eyes as Mothpaw makes quick but ginger work of adorning Splashpaw's tail. Her adornment is pretty, and suits their friend well; Dizzypaw finds a pleased gasp touches her maw. "Oh, how lovely," she chirps. She hopes it rings true, for it really does suit her friend so well.

"Oh, Mothpaw, wait." Dizzypaw stops to look amidst the things, and plucks a long string of something, Twoleg make and blue and green, from the unclaimed. "What about this, to weave in your fur?" It'll behave like the reeds that braid into dens, Dizzypaw is certain: Besides, the bright colors will bring out Mothpaw's eyes.

// SO sorry for the lateness my dears! I don't describe it well but Dizzypaw has like a paracord bracelet :-)​

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