no angst HEAVENS AWAY | clover-picking / one-liners

[CELANDINEPAW]

"Woah! A four-leaved one!" Came an excitable voice from the depths of the purls of the moorland verdancy. Next to Celandinepaw was a couple of clovers plucked at their heads, to use perhaps for decoration on her nest, and held in place by the lack of windiness upon the plains (which was quite rare for the aptly-named Windclan territory).

𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘚 𝘚𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘋𝘈𝘙𝘒 .° ✿ °. 𝘐 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘚𝘌𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘙𝘠 𝘐𝘚 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖 𝘈𝘙𝘊

• IK THE TITLE SAYS ONE-LINERS but honestly 1-3 sentences are okay :3
  
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  —— CELANDINEPAW / She/They/He / 12 Moons
  —— Medicine Cat Apprentice of Windclan / Mentored by Wolfsong
  —— A shorthaired golden spotted tabby with yellowish-green eyes. Somewhat pudgy, though lean and able to hold her ground in the wild.
  —— Extroverted and unafraid to speak their mind, she is a friendly and affable face in Windclan. Though ditzy and somewhat cowardly, she tries her best to help her clan.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[SEDGEPOUNCE]

"Woah, really?" Sedgepounce guffaws, leaning over to scrutinize the leafy green clover snared in Celandinepaw's claws. "Looks like it's your lucky day!"
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[SOOTSPOT]

"That is a nice clover." Perhaps, just this once, the chimera tom had no ulterior motives for being nice. Anyone could appreciate a good four-leaved clover, even someone who was supposed to be campbound.


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[downyfur]

Downyfur picks their way up to hover besides Celandinepaw, contemplation clear in the way their eyes square upon the thing. "I wonder what makes it like that..." they wonder aloud.​

 

[ROWANPAW]

"Some cats say that it's a token of good luck." Rowanpaw supplements flatly for those who may be confused by the apparent "luckiness" of nature's enigma — the four-leaf clover. "I think it just... happens. Like how a kit can be born with an extra toe."

𝐈𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ✹ . + 　 　˚ 　　　　 · 　 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐓

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  a tunneler apprentice of windclan, rowanpaw is nine moons and is mentored by swiftshade they are the child of snakehiss and berrysnap. split directly down the middle, their right half is solid black and their left half is tortoiseshell patterned. they also have amber and blue heterochromia. ✦

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[dimmingsun]

Dimmingsun is used to hearing Celandinepaw's voice from behind him; used to overseeing what his apprentice is up to. Now, though, she is on the path towards having authority over him — isn't that comedic, almost? "Maybe you can decorate your nest with it," he says upon the discovery. "Or weave it into your fur?"
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[CELANDINEPAW]

"I suppose that's just how luck works. It just happens, like Rowanpaw said. In fact, I'm not sure if anything in life is ever planned." Celandinepaw let out an airy chuckle, something that seemed to just escape her rather than be of her own doing. "I can try to find some more for your nests, if anyone would like. I need a distraction from, well, everything." Tired smile eased itself upon peach-fuzz features.

𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘚 𝘚𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘋𝘈𝘙𝘒 .° ✿ °. 𝘐 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘚𝘌𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘙𝘠 𝘐𝘚 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖 𝘈𝘙𝘊

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  —— CELANDINEPAW / She/They/He / 12 Moons
  —— Medicine Cat Apprentice of Windclan / Mentored by Wolfsong
  —— A shorthaired golden spotted tabby with yellowish-green eyes. Somewhat pudgy, though lean and able to hold her ground in the wild.
  —— Extroverted and unafraid to speak their mind, she is a friendly and affable face in Windclan. Though ditzy and somewhat cowardly, she tries her best to help her clan.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　"Good luck...?" Vulturepaw echoes, looking out over the field of clovers. He could use some of that... But all he sees are three-leaved ones. "Um, c-c-cuh - could you... t-t-try t-to find some for me?"

THERE ARE FLOWERS GROWING ALL AROUND ⛧ A MASSIVE ANIMAL INSIDE OF ME‎

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  "SPEECH"
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  VULTUREPAW ⛧ he / they, apprentice of windclan, seven moons.
  ⭃ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ⭃ skittish and dour, with a superstitious sort of pessimism.
  ⭃ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze. sibling to dustpaw and bilberrypaw.
  ⭃ 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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[SHEEPPAW]

"Ooo, good luck?" Sheeppaw echoes as he bounds over to the growing group. Mouth stretching open with a yawn, he peers down at the three-leaved clovers— before looking back up to blink at Celadinepaw. "I want good luck clovers too!"

⊹ ⏜ ۫ . 𝙎𝙉𝙊𝙊𝙕𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙐𝘿𝙎 ᶻ 𝘾𝘼𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙇𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝙐𝙄𝙇𝘿

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• no ref yet </3
• ( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
  ⤷ amab ; HE / SHE ; not opposed to gendered terms
  ⸝⸝ CURRENTLY 10 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 29TH.
  ✶ undecided / not actively looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, B9D6F2" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like night air & windblown heather
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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