camp hazy days ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ short post thread

[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ 　Swansong takes great care to avoid sullying her fur... And yet often, she feels as though she is fighting a pointless battle. "Oh stars," the warrior murmurs, surveying the muck which has been unceremoniously catapulted onto her moon-pale pelt. Half-lidded turn from her own muddied fur to the poor drenched soul who had splashed her. "Please do watch your step, dear," they say softly, smile tightening.

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

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  SWANSONG　⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆　she / they, warrior of shadowclan, sixteen moons.
  ➳ a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with tired blue eyes.
  ➳ dreamy and detached, 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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[FERNDANCE]

ShadowClan and cleanliness went together like dogs and cats, so it was a miracle that anyone could remain hygienic. The cinnamon tabby had long embraced the muck and ichor of the lands, practically jumping into any puddle she came across - it was mostly unintentional that she happened to launch herself into one right as the cream tabby was nearby. She blinked fervently towards Swanswong as the other spoke, somewhat surprised the other had considered her galivant through the mud an accident (or, at the very least giving her the grace of pretending it was an accident). "Yes... I will watch my step," she agreed, voice stilted in the presence of a lie. "But now that you're muddy, maybe I can throw some twigs into your fur too... to complete the look," she smiled impishly, giving no other indication as to whether she was serious.

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[MIRESTAR]

Mirepurr should consider themself lucky; it is difficult to tell whenever their fur is clean or dirty, courtesy of the various shades of brown that blend in excellently with ShadowClan's usual environment. Swansong... not so much. Her pale fur attracts dirt and mud like light beckons moths, and it appears Ferndance only intends to add to that notion, instead of taking anything away. Mirepurr attempts to envision poor Swansong with sticks framing her — but if the face she makes is any indication, she does not score that idea very high. "And... what is the look exactly? A bristling pinecone?"
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[Puddlekit..]

She didn't understand why there was a demand to keep clean, it seemed kind of silly since everyone would just get dirty again anyways. Wasn't that the point of being in the marsh? Not that she would really be in a position to make note of that, she was found in a place known for filth after all. So really it only confirmed her bias for muck and mud, because if cats weren't meant to be dirty then what would that say about her? Tiny paws trudge up to the group of warriors gathered, squishing the mud below, it sunk well past her paw. Looking between the three gathered she scrunches up her face in an attempt of a scowl, to look extra serious. "She would still look like a cat" why try to change her look? It made no sense, pinecones.. whatever those are... wouldn't have legs would they? Maybe they do, she didn't want to look silly by asking what that was so that part of her curiosity would stay hidden.

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• PUDDLEKIT || She/her, kit of ShadowClan, 2 moons
  ♡ A short haired fawn rosette tabby and black rosette tabby chimera with copper eyes. Always seems to be judgmental.
  ♡ Adopted child of Moltface || Littermate to Runningkit, Cloudkit, Buzzardkit, and Nightkit.
  ♡ Penned by Juice || message on discord (Ouijeejuice) for plots!
  ♡ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.
  

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[Duckshimmer]

*+:｡.｡ Duckshimmer watches the exchange with cautious amusement, preemptively licking her fur as though expecting at any moment to lose its crafted shine. "A cat crossed with a porcupine, in my opinion" she meows, following Mirepurr's lead and imagining a spiky Swansong. It might've been a funny thought if Duckshimmer didn't feel personally offended at the idea of her lovely clanmate's shine dimmed by filth. "Why don't you model the look for us first, Ferndance? Puddlekit and I will be gracious enough to gather the twigs for you" she adds, smiling at the child. Anything to keep her coat away from the line of fire.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 6/5/24

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

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