camp HOW TO GET TO HADESTOWN ☆ nest remaking

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He gripped the edge of his nest between his teeth and pulled, tugging it toward the center of the den and stepping carefully over other nests to try and pull most of the material next to Frostbite's that was already there; after all, there was no reason for him to move when he had one of the best spots all bundled up in the middle where it was most warm. Skunktail was now about to have the best nesting place in the den and well, he was a bit smug about it as he grinned through the bedding and yanked it hard to get it situated into place before he stomped it down with his paws. It was going to be a little awkward at first with two of them there now, some others would need to move their nests most likely but he couldn't be bothered to care about that. Not his problem.
The black and white tom grabbed the excess nest material to toss outside before he went back to start picking and clawing at the moss and bracken to get it softer and mesh it more together, the result was a lot of white hairs flying up and making him sneeze.
"Stars above, you shed like like dandelion being blown on." He grumbled under his breath, long tail sweeping the drifting fluff across the ground to the mouth of the den. Could use some nice smelling stuff in here honestly, maybe he'd bother Starlingheart for plant that smell good but isn't important; a topic he had no understand of and didn't even want to begin to put the braincells into.
Turning to pop his head out of the den his spearmint green eyes searched for the white tom with a squint, "'Frostbite! Where did you run off to?" How did you lose a big white snowball in camp like this? It wasn't even that white here anymore, too many paws treading across the thin layer to keep it coated now.

  • - Not a PAFP but looking for @Frostbite
    Prompt - Lots of ShadowClan cats need to refurbish their nests this time of year, and with snow starting to melt in certain areas of the territory, it is easier now to gather materials like reeds, sticks, and moss. While you and some clanmates are out collecting said materials, conversation begins to flow - what do your characters like about their nests? Does anyone have a preferred way to organize their bedding? Are there any funny nesting stories to share?

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    Skunktail
    —⊰⋅ Warrior of ShadowClan
    —⊰⋅ He/Him
    "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
    —⊰⋅ SH Black & white tom w/spearmint green eyes

 
I MET A GIRL WHO SANG THE BLUES — Now that her kits were older - though still too young for apprenticeship, thank the stars - Eggskip had made a habit of venturing outside of the nursery every once in a while instead of just lazing about inside. She never bothered leaving camp though, knowing that leaving her children behind would be a heinous crime - not to mention that she just didn't want to. There was plenty of entertainment to be found within camp, and much less risk of ending up with claws in her pelt. The thought of ending up as Siltcloud or Granitepelt's latest victim was enough to make her grimace and consider having another litter just to extend her not needing to go out even further.

Though she was fairly sure her clanmates would catch on after awhile if she did that.

For now she was just going to enjoy the time she had, bathing lazily in the sunlight that rarely visited Shadowclan in full. Her attention was only roused when Skunktail's grumbling reached her, amber eyes blinking in the warrior's direction as she tried to figure out what he was doing. What is he dragging his nest all around for? Doesn't he know that it's for sleeping in? Her curiosity was enough to push her away from slumber for the moment, padding over to edge of the bramble bush so that she could peek properly inside. "What are you doing? You're going to have all sorts shovin' at you if you hog up th'middle like that, you know." Besides, hadn't someone else already claimed that spot? It had been quite a while since the warriors' den had been her place of residence, but she could've sworn Frostbite laid right around there...

Oh.

A slow grin spread over her muzzle, looking between Skunktail and searching for the currently still missing form of Frostbite. There was mirth in her tone when she spoke up again, also suddenly excited to see the bundle of familiar white fluff. "Oh! Oh, I see now, I must've missed something. I didn't realize the two of you were in a snugglin' kinda situation now." There was no actual malice in her commenting, just faint amusement over her own teasing. She enjoyed seeing her clanmates happy and affectionate - better than dead like had seemed so common lately.


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    longhaired black tabby and fawn chimera with amber eyes
    17 moons old; ages the 1st every month
    bisexual; currently not looking
    mother of slugkit, leechkit, and mantiskit
    currently a queen; rarely leaves camp
    shadowclan born; loyal but not hostile to other clans
    very easy to befriend; little animosity in her at all
    "speech", thoughts, attacking
    peaceful powerplay allowed
 

Guilt twists in her gut when she thinks of Frostbite. How she had acted in the council meeting was not alright in any sense of the word. She was grieving, yes, but that did not give her the right to snap like she did and she knows it. Frostbite had not meant the words he had said. He was a kind warrior - a good warrior but she had been so burdened by anger and pain that she had not kept her tongue in check and the result was that she had hurt someone close to her. She was determined to make it right and so she sets off to the warriors den, an apology on the tip of her tongue. When she gets there, however, it seems she is not the only one looking for the silk furred lead.

Skuntail calls out his name and Eggskip is the one to answer. Starlingheart only has to contemplate joining them for a moment and then she is there, black and white paws leading her to stand next to the patched molly. 'I didn't realize you two were in a snugglin' kinda sitaution now' Oh.... oh! Starlingheart's eye lights up at that as she looks from her brother to the two nests in the middle of the warriors den "I didn't realize either... con-congrats to you two!" she purrs, genuine happiness for her kin radiating off of her in waves.
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    STARLINGHEART SHADOWCLAN MEDICINE CAT; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO PITCHSTAR, CHITTERTONGUE, NIGHTSWARM, SKUNKTAIL, AND LILACFUR. MOTHER TO NETTLEPAW, FLINTPAW AND GHOSTPAW.
    A skinny she cat with short black and white fur littered with scars and one singular green eye.
    Easy in battle + has little to no formal battle training
 
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 There is much to be loved about Frostbite. Even in their infancy, Poppypaw had been filled with righteous conviction in knowing that they were blessed to be the daughter of one particularly sparkling and effervescent cat. Now, as his pupil, she listens and learns all he has to offer her in the way of wisdom, and is fortunate to maintain their comfortable and affectionate relationship.

Skunktail is another particularly impressive cat in the painting of their mind, he had been the one to save her in the most literal way from the bloody clutches of a mangled death and has since remained a trusted figure within the comfortable marsh Poppypaw claimed within their supernatural jurisdiction.

She is drawn toward the warrior's den, lingering near its maw as they peer inward. They don't... immediately understand the thing that is alluded to by the various felines standing nearby, but they can glean that something pleasant has occurred. "Is there something to be celebrated?" they purr chipperly into the den.

  • OOC:
  • poppykit - poppypaw
    — agender they/she. 8mo apprentice of shadowclan
    — aro-ace. friend to all.
    — a tiny, fluffy white and dark red tabby cat with pale, wraithlike blue eyes
    — smells like mushrooms, dust, and foggy night air
    — deaf in left ear
    — sounds like lain iwakura, with a flat yet gentle high-pitched tone
    — “speech”, thoughts, attack, 'poppypaw'
    — icon by mercurial, fullbody and pixel headshot by dejavu
    — penned by eezy
  • disclaimer: poppypaw is not always operating completely within reality! they are affected by some delusions and may see, hear, react to, and interact with things that are not actually there. most notably, she will believe herself to have interactions with starclan as a whole and specifically, the deceased shadowclan apprentice Poppypaw. these are not reflective of ic reality and are not real interactions with starclan or deceased characters! this is not an attempt at powerplaying, godmodding, or metagaming.
 
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Wasn't like he was intruding really... I mean.. since he was Pipitclaw he'd been permitted awhile ago to move his nest into the warriors den with the other adults. He'd gone a little bit out of his way of course to nestle himself precariously between all of his perceived allies (with much kicking and griping from more senior warriors who did not enjoy his shoving to make space). Mottlefox was meant to be a good tails-length away, his brothers even closer than that. Lilacfur had the luxury of being a little further into the center of the den but not quite so far removed as Skunktail had been- still, he'd been content with his close-ish proximity to those he cared about most.

What proves to be a frustration (and a great confusion) is when he spies his father mussing up someone else's nest. It is quiet obvious who it could belong to and in a moment of fearful protest, his mind leaps at the suggestion it may be Smogmaw's. There was no need for such petty revenge in defense of his son! But when he opens his mouth to suggest they not continue to make a mess, others poke around with wide eyes and calls of congratulations.

Seems he and Poppypaw are the only two left out of the loop.

Tilting his head quizzically, aurum eyes look towards Starlingheart in silent question. Congrats you two? "Oh.... oh no... Don't tell me you've been bit too," he protests, scrunching up his muzzle in disgust. He'd already only narrowly managed to save Basilpaw from such sickness as 'affection' when Needledrift had been involved. How disappointing his father could not stand his own in the face of this plague.

"Gross.. absolutely gross," he declares, creeping towards his aunt to sit beside her for some form of emotional support. Romance?! In this time of year? What good was that going to do anyone but be a distraction! The accursed spring... it had a knack for making cats soft. First Mottlefox swooning over... over Honeymoon! And now Frostbite's stolen my dad! What kind of malarkey is this?!
 
Frostbite was retrieving fresh moss to add to his nesting when he heard Skunktail call for him from the warriors den. It was a strange feeling...Well. It was a feeling he felt before that he had stopped himself from feeling for so long that it felt strange now. Love.... Romantic love. He didn't know how to describe it then, and he doesn't know how to describe it now. When he hears his name, his ears perk and he quickens his pace to the warriors den to join Skunktail in the others. He pushes away the feeling of uneasiness that gnaws at him with so much attention being brought to him and Skunktail, telling himself cats finding out was inevitable. Hearing Pipitclaw's comment of being bitten gives him an idea. If Frostbite was going to feel funny inside then Skunktail was going to feel funny inside too.

He drops his moss by his nest. "Yeah, he's been bitten." Frostbite says, moving over to Skunktail and giving a playful bite to his neck. "By me. I bit him." He finishes with a playful smirk.

He catches sight of Poppypaw and realizes....He has to tell his kits they have.....He doesn't know, a third dad???? Is that how it works??????

"Yes....We're mates now." Frostbite says to those present. It feels weird to say. And now he doesn't know what else to say. What does he do now. Holy shit.​
 

Skunktail had been acting strange whenever Frostbite was around for moons now and she could never tell exactly why. When their lead warrior had fainted from pushing off his meals he hovered like a worried hen, probably far more than what Frostbite's mother would. (Rest her soul, as she learned the hard way) Her brother was an oddball in general, it was easy to mock it up as some sort of bit he kept himself committed to.

Now, hearing Frostbite confess they were mates, it all clicked so perfectly together now. "I should've realized this so much sooner." Lilacfur's almost embarrassed she hadn't caught on. "Looks like the newleaf love bug has struck again! Watch out Pipitclaw, it might get you next." She teased the younger tom with a menacing, mocking snap of her teeth at him.
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