- May 31, 2023
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The wind carries the soft, pink scent of apples and the cool nip of autumn on its back. It would be an understatement to say that Siobhan is utterly delighted by this. Each year, the seasons turn the trees until they are the same flaming red as her bouncing curls; each year, she holds fast through hay fever and spends all her time outside anyway, too in love with fall to cloister herself in her room. She'll attend Moorwind's fall festival even while congested. Field trips are, after all, a big deal.
Clad in a thick wool sweater and baggy overalls, Siobhan mills about with a basket on her arm, keeping her youngest cousins in view as much as she can. She'd hate to lose sight of them in this crowd, but she has to remind herself they aren't toddlers anymore. They're in fifth grade, almost middle schoolers. They aren't invulnerable, but they have some autonomy. She tries not to forget that fact as she weaves through regal trunks, only a few paces behind Saburo the whole way.
"I almost set up my own booth," she tells him, trying to distract herself from her hawkishness. "I thought the kids would like to hold the chickens, and Hestia would be patient." She pauses, mildly mismatched eyes lifting to the round garnet jewel above her. Siobhan plucks the fruit with ease and deposits it into its wicker bed. "But then I found out they had a petting zoo, anyway." She flashes Saburo a wry smile. Her chicken pen would have had nothing on the fair's official barnyard delight — their petting zoo had sheep, cows, and alpacas, and those were far more interesting (and considerably less cagey) animals than her own hens.
She whisks a stray lock behind her ear, grazing the gnarled scar over her nose in the process. "It must be new. I do not remember it from our own childhood." Childhood being relative. Siobhan is hardly past 20 herself.
Clad in a thick wool sweater and baggy overalls, Siobhan mills about with a basket on her arm, keeping her youngest cousins in view as much as she can. She'd hate to lose sight of them in this crowd, but she has to remind herself they aren't toddlers anymore. They're in fifth grade, almost middle schoolers. They aren't invulnerable, but they have some autonomy. She tries not to forget that fact as she weaves through regal trunks, only a few paces behind Saburo the whole way.
"I almost set up my own booth," she tells him, trying to distract herself from her hawkishness. "I thought the kids would like to hold the chickens, and Hestia would be patient." She pauses, mildly mismatched eyes lifting to the round garnet jewel above her. Siobhan plucks the fruit with ease and deposits it into its wicker bed. "But then I found out they had a petting zoo, anyway." She flashes Saburo a wry smile. Her chicken pen would have had nothing on the fair's official barnyard delight — their petting zoo had sheep, cows, and alpacas, and those were far more interesting (and considerably less cagey) animals than her own hens.
She whisks a stray lock behind her ear, grazing the gnarled scar over her nose in the process. "It must be new. I do not remember it from our own childhood." Childhood being relative. Siobhan is hardly past 20 herself.
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ooc. the setting: moorwind's schools all have a field trip to the local apple orchard for a fall festival, complete with fall-themed fair food, carnival games, costumes, and a hay ride! my thought was kits & apprentices would likely be students while warriors can be chaperones, teachers, vendors, or just other guests :- ) but dont feel beholden to that! just have fun do whatever u want <3
mentioning @SEDGEPOUNCE but no need to wait! & scorch is open to other interacts too!
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SCORCHSTORM —— warrior of windclan, mentored by sunstar & badgermoon . scorchstreak x badgermoon . littermate to rumblerain, frostwind, and luckypaw ✦ penned by meghan
✦ a broad-shouldered tortoiseshell with low white and dual-toned amber eyes. extremely loyal to sunstar and her family, and enjoys a deep connection to the moorlands
✦ demigirl / she they pronouns / lesbian / 17 moons & ages every 1st
✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
—— will start fights / will not flee / may show mercy. fights honorably and with great ferocity. can tank a few hits, but is not the sturdiest cat in windclan. starts fights with the intention of finishing them permanently, but will not aim to maim or kill obviously young cats
✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are in character
✦ full biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
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