pafp i can't keep my cool ᪥ quarrel

[MAGNOLIA]

The forest is washed in white as snow relentlessly falls. The camp clearing is coated in a layer of slush, arguably worse than what can be found outside the hollow. The snow whirls through camp, carried by whistling winds. Magnolia's never been in a snow storm such as this and she's grateful that as a shadow she's not allowed to leave camp without company. If she were to wander out she could imagine getting whisked away by the blizzard. The blue molly tries to make herself useful in other ways, like by fortifying the nursery. Magnolia keeps her ears pressed against her large head to protect against the frigid winds as she weaves extra fronds into the den walls.

Magnolia backs away from the den a few tail lengths to see if there were any places that must be shored up against the snow. Satisfied with her work Magnolia begins saunters forward but a black form blocks her path. It is Magnolia's fault for beginning to pad forward when her attention was still focused on a perfect snowflake that flitted in front of her nose. Her mother's 'intrusion' frustrates spurs anger in her anyways. She growls lowly and scowls at the black tabby in front of her. "You're in the way," she snaps, trying to go around Florabreeze but instead they both accidentally step in the same direction- purely an accident but such a thing easily infuriates the molly. "Quit it." Magnolia tries to press by on her mother's other side, but the two step in the same direction again, locked in a miserable dance as their signals get crossed.

"Mother," she sneers, pressing a broad shoulder against hers in an effort to move her aside by force. Magnolia does not press hard, but enough for Florabreeze to feel the sting of such a cold action. The molly's hackles rise when she faces Florabreeze's disappointment again but she shrugs by anyways, intending to continue the project Blazingheart assigned to her.

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• please wait for @Florabreeze

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• MAGNOLIA ᪥ she/her, loner, moons
  ⟡ a sizable longhaired blue cat
  ⟡ since escaping her twoleg home at the age of 6 moons, Magnolia has lead a solitary life with no genuine connections with others due to a fear of loosing them. despite her many tribulations, Magnolia still manages to be benevolent, brave, and eccentric. she approaches others with the hope they will not let her down but always remains on edge.
  ⟡ daughter of Florabreeze
  ° peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ° ken_uNot on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Florabreeze]

Truthfully Florabreeze didn't need to come out and traverse to and from camp in such weather. Her twolegs had certainly tried to keep her inside during the blizzard yet she is stubborn. The clan probably needs all the extra paws they can get right now and she is keenly aware of the fact her still healing daughter now resides here, she is not above the selfish act of wanting to make sure kin is alright. In her mind there's no where else the daylighter wants to be right now, so she doesn't mind the bitter swirl of a tundra around them. Even if the sound of the hissing and howling wind has started to grow irritating on tufted ears. She returns from such a trek, crossing the threshold of the SkyClan camp with a misted huff.

She intends to do her usual rounds, consisting of checking in on her clanmates and friends. She tries to visit Butterflytuft to hear about how the nursery denizens are doing, they're among the most vulnerable at a time like this. Embarrassingly she doesn't notice her daughters presence until the pair had nearly collided. She blinks in confusion as she registers what just happened, ear flicking in consideration as she does her best to not grimace at the way Magnolia snaps at her. "Oh, sorry! I was just trying to go to the nursery" she smiles, it's a facade of one but she still knows how to decorate the cracks to make them look pretty.

Yet despite her best efforts to not upset her daughter further her paws seem to mess that up. Or maybe Magnolia had? It's difficult to say, the pair step in tandem regardless. She ignores the "Quit it" that comes from her daughter, writing it off as frustration from the colder weather. She hopes it's not a show of blatant disrespect, she doesn't mind it when they're having a private conversation. There are certain social customs they're expected to follow when within the scope of the clan. While there is still mother and daughter there is also lead warrior and fresh joiner, she know's all too well that there is the rule that if she's too unruly or causes too much trouble she may not be able to stay in the clan during such a trial period. She recites that herself to fresh faces, so it would be unfair to not hold her to the same standards.

Magnolia presses forward though, sneering and rough in how she handles the situation. No longer that downy kit who was learning to walk with such a tenderness, the world surrounding her had sharpened a blade. Creating someone unrecognizable. "Magnolia" she calls out, holding back the dissapointment in her tone. "You shouldn't barrel through your clanmates, please keep that in mind" she would much rather be stuck out in the blizzard right now than have to reprimand her. Fracturing further an already dysfunctional relationship, it is something that needs to be said though.

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 37 moons
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Jellypaw & Sfogliatella
  ❥ "Speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}

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[Anwir]

Shaded blue eyes watch the tension grow with a restrained smirk. Strife between mother and daughter. The giver and the taker. Goddess and Demi god. Or rather, man and nature.
In plan terms, a tale as old as time. A tired tale. A boring one to listen about - but to passively experience? To be able to influence? Oh how fun.
Excitement sparks a purr from the Molly as she watches from the nursery, Uranuskit and Mercurykit chasing after her tail. They cheer and she fains death at the paws of the kits before they run off, or rather, Uranuskit finds something new and runs away. Mercurykit follows as a shadow.
Her tail cascades behind her as she lifts herself off the cool ground. Pelt immaculately groomed in her down time, not a whisker out of place. Not something that could be said about other cats here - save her own daughter. The thought soured her stomach. Circe. Or sorry, Sorrelsong. What a silly name.
Her gaze falls on the pair again. The mother trying hard not to make a scene, her younger not seeming to care.
She knows better then to stick her nose in such a situation, but she still wishes to… make things interesting.
She follows the kits as they run, providing a watchful eye. Her gaze skitters over the cats in camp, her face bending in confusion and worry.
"I'm watching the kits, but should I step in? I mean, uh, Florabreeze, she's a lead warrior right? That other joiner shouldn't be talking to her that ways right?" She asks the nearest warrior, concern evident in her voice. Just a touch enough to be real. She learned not to overdo it a while ago.
"Shouldn't she get in trouble for that?"

//mobile :3

 

[BLOODY MARY]

Sentinel of something, overripe eyes are always peeled for a face like hers. The keen eye of a hunter can't degrade so easy, no... Not when there's still more to glean, more to do. She's had a taste of her blood, maybe... but when has that ever been enough? Fickle, the skinny, furless folk. As snowdrift spreads like spores, the clawing of webless toes is less a caress, more a hold. A beast needs its freedom, though... At home only half the time, her claws already score enough.

The both of them have wriggled away then, slime slipping into the cracks. It's quick, that some dog hears its whistle. Butting shoulders. " Mother? " echoes curious. She spits it like venom. The bite of it seeks the sweet taste of flesh. Mere onlooker, this one. The points of her ears fly up and down.

The plump form of a mother bear eases past the tension. In that eye of hers: a certain gleam. A pallid gaze moves just that fraction, when she sees it. Bloody Mary's own teeth feel crowded in her mouth. A question hurled, and bear becomes bird, chattering away... Did a stork squawk the way a songbird did. Lead Warrior... She's unsure what skin she wears; if the mold of wild cat deems her caring of this shred of bone. " Eh... " Noncommittal, her. " Flora can flay her own pelts- hehe. " She's seen it herself... wouldn't mind seeing it again neither.

THEY SAY I CAN'T KEEP MYSELF FROM TRYING ⬪ 𝒜 𝐵𝐼𝒯𝐸 𝒪𝐹 𝐸𝒱𝐸𝑅𝒴𝒯𝐻𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝐼𝒩 𝒮𝐼𝒢𝐻𝒯 / ( 12 . 05 )

• OOC.

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  BLOODY MARY ⬪ DAYLIGHT APPRENTICE. SHE - HER - HERS. 26 MOONS.
  

  A dog-like woman. Large, with bulk in some places, and only lean muscle in others. Elegant at some angles, acutely strange looking at others. Has a longer, wolfish muzzle and gleaming dog teeth near-always on display due to an overbite. Skull presses insistent against her skin. Eyes are almost too - large, and not all sunken in her skull. Has large, tufted ears. Polydactyl, with a curved spine and recently-chopped tail.

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