camp i know you know // gift giving

[Periwinklebreeze.]

❀​❀ I NEED YOU HERE 'CAUSE I'M A MESS ❀❀​
periwinklepaw | 10 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff

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Soft paws move in near silence as periwinklepaw pushes past the gorse wall - a puffy cloud of... something clutched tightly in his jaws, obscuring his vision and leaving him relying only on sheer memory to make his way along. Whiskers twitch as he tries to find the cat he's looking for without letting go of his prize - a stubborn bit of pride that would usually be out of character were it not for the circumstances. Periwinklepaw has always been a strange boy, always giving and yet rarely taking. Be it secreting feathers and stones and snail shells into others nests in the dead of night like some sort of sleep paralysis demon, of more public displays such as this, he seems to take pride in providing all manner of trinkets to those he likes. Today is no different. Finally spotting her, he weaves his way through the camp, barely avoiding collision a few times, before dropping the wool at his sisters paws with a bright grin "W-w-we went to the h-h-horsep-place today! Th-this is f-for you!" He says, jaw working hard to speak despite the cramp from holding onto the matt for so long.

// @nightingalepaw but no need to wait!
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[heathermoon !!]

Back turned to the hollow's entry, Heatherpaw had been spending that noon helping his mother fix and fluff up her nest. He had coaxed her enough to leave the badger set she kept herself curled in, now he felt like he was on a ticking time limit the longer she was out in the sun. Ticking away the time he had with her before she claimed to feel too tired to do much else, and return to her den once again.

An array of pale flower petals dotted his pelt as he nestled some plush additions to her moss. The moment his paws finished their work, he felt his chest grow tight when her purring stopped. Heatherpaw swallowed as his mother rose from beside him, gently nuzzling him in the direction out of her den. 'Sorry, we'll go on that walk later. I'm getting tired.' Disappointedly right in his predictions. Heatherpaw angrily scoffed and stomped out of the cool den, steps stalling as Periwinklepaw ambled past him. He blinked, gaze following the apprentice to where he was so excited to go.

The red tabby's tail twitched at the mention of the horseplace, creeping closer to the pair.

"Did you go under that wall to get it? He asked curiously.

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WINDCLAN APPRENTICE ✦ RED MACKEREL TABBY ✦ 7 MOONS ✦ TAGS​

 

[WOLFSONG]

──⇌•〘 INFO 〙 He has fond memories of the horseplace, albeit tinged with bittersweet nostalgia fed by the divide between he and Sunstride. Not so noticeable yet, but he sometimes dreams of their arguments or revisits them so often before sleeping he does not rest at all. They were simpler then. Everything was, even with the leafbare harsh on WindClan's bellies, and he wishes –though foolishly– that they could be as they once were. That Sunstride could trust him again, wholly and unquestionably.

Traitors abound in WindClan may predispose a gaze to seeing betrayal where there is none.

Speaking of, Periwinklepaw remains a figure of suspicion for his lineage. Wolfsong does not scrutinize him that harshly, though his past interactions at gatherings did not escape his notice. As my dalliance with Houndsnarl did not escape Sunstride. Swallowing a sour taste, he watches Periwinklepaw deposit wool before Nightingalepaw.

"A fine gift," he remarks with a smile. "You did not find any ground jaws, did you?" He would not have Sunflowerpaw's accident repeated.
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[SUNNVAR]

It is not the horseplace Sunstride thinks of, a she gazes upon the returning apprentice. Instead it is of the den they had shared in the midst of a blizzard, carved with a familiar pattern from the snow. They had slept lazily together, the heat of one's breath warming the other, and Wolfsong's fur softer than anything else may have been beneath his head. The simplicity of their earlier days leaves him aching with loss, and he knows that he is not alone in feeling the gap between them. His mind is torn on how to see it. Between an inevitability and a tragedy. The truth does not matter as much as his feelings of it, and try as he may to reject the agony of it, he knows that it is beyond him to do so. He comes to Wolfsong's side with far too much distance between them, and regrets each step there is.

Though there is much to turn his mind to, it is not the most pleasant of distractions. He looks at Periwinklepaw with an inscrutable gaze, the thoughts on his mind leaving no mark across his face. Like pushing sand through a sieve, Sunstride smiles brittle and faint. "You come here with a piece of cloud held between your jaws. Were it only so that we had enough of this for all of our camp."

＞ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES REFERENCE 05.28.2023 〙ˊˎ＜

• ooc: —

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• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. thirty-eight moons old. lead warrior of windclan + former rogue.
  —— gay, but somewhat closeted. will not be open about his interests.  single, will be so.
  —— seems comparatively stranger than who he was some moons ago, serious and cool.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.

• "speech"

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[nightingalecry]

Nightingalepaw would easily say that her love language is gift giving. It started moons ago, with providing her brother with a purplish bloom whilst he remained bedridden due to his illnesses. Since then it became a back-and-forth game, one that only strengthened their bond when their brother perished and their mother was exiled. In truth, the silvery she-cat couldn't tell anyone who's turn it was in their gift-giving ventures - maybe Periwinklepaw kept track of that far more than she ever did, and maybe that's why he happily approaches her, mid day, with a 'piece of cloud' (as Sunstride calls it) betwixt his teeth.

"Peri..." she finds an easy smile, pawing the clump of wool closer to herself. She has half the mind to try and split it with him, however in the presence of the lead warriors and Heatherpaw, she can't work up the courage to speak too much more. Not to mention how each posit their own musings or questions. It's specifically Wolfsong's that garners her concern and attention, and she quirks an eyebrow, "You've not, right?" she asks, stammering a second to add, "Thank you - I'll... bring to nest, later. Thank you. Y'alright, though?"​