pafp isn't it lovely ✶ prompt

[SHEEPPAW]

Sleepy blue eyed gaze, locked at the nursery's walls above him trailing the various interlocking strands of gorse that has kept him safe and comfortable. Long charcoal dusted limbs are splayed about in his shared nest with his mother. His mama told him all about the Newleaf season the other night. He casts a curious glance at the entrance of the nursery, head settled at the edge of the nest. He looks at his rowdy denmates, with a tired huff escaping his maw. He really doesn't feel like playing, only catching up on napping. He blinks slowly, he sits up from his lounging dark ears perking up as his eyes catch something curious. He stumbles onto his paws, casting a quick glance at his younger denmates; he leaves the nursery with soft pawsteps.

He makes it outside the crowded nursery, looking at his clanmates hustle and bustle around camp. The young messy-furred black smoke lets his jaws split in a yawn, clicking his mouth shut after his action. Sheepkit brushes his long inky tail across the ground, as he walks himself forward to look around camp with a blue eyed stare. He cranes his neck up, blinking at the twisting knots of gorse and heather that encircles their hollow. The black smoke shakes his head, as he quickly forgets about the twisting wall quickly going on his way. He sees a flutter of bright colored wings, in the corner of his eyesight he blinks then goes to find the interesting thing that stole his attention. His paws gather dust as he trots toward the brightly colored thing that stole his line of sight. Truly curious as always, he makes it to find a limp butterfly on the ground, he knows what a butterfly is of course but he has never seen one in person before. He takes a paw to poke at it, wasn't it supposed to fly? Isn't that why it's called Butter-fly? Nevermind that. He looks down, blinking at the insect on the ground. Ohhh, pretty.

He leaned down to sniff at it, it unfortunately smelled like nothing. He scoops it up in his dark paws, studying it further though some of the scales rub off on his dark paws. He settles down on his haunches, with certain precision to his paws he carefully dissects the corpse of the unfortunate creature. He smiles down with a firm nod at his work, one of the wings was a little chipped but that's okay! Now, who to gift them to... He thinks as takes the wings in his mouth, careful not to crush the pretty things with his needle teeth. The young tom looks around camp on who to pick out for this pretty gift. Frightkit? No, not her. Spotkit? Grasskit? Heronkit? No, no, and no. He frowns a little, before he pushes himself onto his long limbs to wonder around camp to figure out who to give these pretty wings too. He spots a lone kit nearby, swiveling his ears forward as an idea bursts through his little noggin. He bounds forward, towards the selected kitten of his gift with excitement radiating from his form. "Hey!" voice raised but slightly muffled, as to not crush his prize in his mouth. He halts to a stop in front of one Lakekit, inky tail lashing at the ground behind him as he sets down his gift to his denmate. "A gift for you!" He chirps out, as he stares at what the other kit would say about his surprise gift.

OOC ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 SLUMBER PARTIES

• ooc: tagging @Lakekit. ; no need to wait tho!
  prompt: ( ⊱✿⊰ it seems the butterfly cloud has passed, but all over camp there are now beautiful wings waiting to be discovered, does your character use these wings to decorate their own pelt or do they gift them to a friend? )
• no ref yet </3
• ( NO WAY! REALLY?! ) SHEEPKIT : kitten of windclan
  — cismale ; HE / HIM ; currently 3 moons
  ✦ undecided / single / not actively looking / open to puppy-crushes
  — a longhaired black smoke with high white & blue eyes
  — action , thoughts , "Speech, f8ede3"
  — smells of early morning dew & windblown heather
  -tags / @ on discord for plots
  - penned by calzone
  

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[Lakepaw.]

[ ༻ ❊ ༺ ] The warmth of newleaf had the clan more bustling than usual. Some chose to bathe in the sunlight that poked through camp, while others busy themselves with their duties. Not only that, more of the kits were out and about more than usual do to the more warm breeze that carried throughout the day. Lakekit himself was enjoying the warmth of course and then another appeared before him. Bicolor gaze looking up to Sheepkit before a delicate butterfly wing, chipped but still in a perfect state, placed in front of his paws.

A gift the other had exclaim and Lakekit blinked in surprise before gently nudging the wing closer being careful not to damage it even more. Examinine it throughly, it was indeed pretty, and the bright blue color of it stood out against the dusty pale fur of Lakekit. Gently a smile peered on his lips before they scooped the butterfly wing and tucked it into his fur before looking at the other curiously. "How do I look?" he would ask Sheepkit, a grateful tone in his voice.

Now then, the thought came to mind, he too had to find something for Sheepkit, right? As a gift of gratitude for the one given to him. Yet how does one simply go about finding butterfly wings? Perhaps he could ask Rattleheart, or even Cottonpaw for one to gift Sheepkit, he was sure to help out in Lakekit's request since he couldn't exactly leave camp like the others could and surely the two had some hiding in their nests that he could take? "I appreciate it Sheepkit, and once I find the perfect butterfly wing for you. You'll be the first to retrieve it" the tom promised with a slight smile on his lips.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── Somewhere beyond the broken lullabies ──┐‎

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  "speak""Thoughts"
  
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  Lakekit ❊ AMAB, He/Him, Kit of Windclan, 3 moons.
  ⭃ LH Rosette Lynx Minx with low white and bi-color eyes, blind in left eye
  ⭃ NPC X NPC
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[violetkit]

Violetkit happily took any excuse to not be in the nursery, and that was extra easy now that new-leaf had sprung and the days were warmer and longer. Besides, the nursery was full of big whiney babies and Violetkit did not like being around them! Violetkit was recently let out of the nursery after being in time-out, having missed the actual scene of the butterfly hoard passing overhead. Instead their remains littered camp to Violetkit's great confusion - she'd seen a butterfly before, they occasionally landed on the camp walls and investigated whatever flowers were trying to push through the packed soil of camp. She'd seen other cats wear their wings as decoration, but had never actually seen a dead butterfly. Violetkit figured they shed their wings like cats did their fur. But, no, that was a whole definitely-not-moving butterfly. Not really... a butterfly. Just a butter now, she guessed, a much similar thought to Sheepkit's own.

Her eyes flit between the still butterflies across camp, eventually landing on Sheepkit and the butterfly he had taken for himself. He pried the wings off of the butterfly (THAT'S HOW YOU DID IT?) and approaches Lakekit, and at first Violetkit is super bored just watching her two denmates chat to themselves. But when Lakekit is adorned with the butterfly wings, Violetkit suddenly realizes what she's missing out on. She wanted to be cool too! She wanted to wear one like the warriors too! Violetkit dashes over to the two toms, fur on her spine prickling with jealousy. "I WANT ONE TOO," the dark molly shouts, skidding to a stop narrowly before crashing into the other two. Violetkit straightens herself and stamps a paw down, throwing her head up. "I'd look good with one too! I want one! Sheepkit!!" The word "please" never even occurs to her.
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𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 ——— ✿ ——— 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙮 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡

• no ref yet :(
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  violetkit

  
  

  — she / her, 2 moon old kit of windclan
  — a tiny black molly speckled with red and white with sundown eyes
  — snakehiss x berrysnap, sister of rosekit, waspkit, and the estranged privetkit
  — full length biography
  — penned by izanami / @nullmoons

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── Wolfsong will never forget his first gift from a WindClanner: Sunflowermask —a kit, then— presenting Wolfsong with a shimmering blue butterfly wing. Sometimes, he wonders how different his life might look if Vulturemask passed his knowledge onto another, if he mentored Sunflowermask until they earned their warrior name, but it is a pointless exercise, especially as he cannot say that he regrets his path. Perhaps he misses hunting and standing beside his mate in battle, and perhaps he would like another litter of kittens, but he is grateful for Cottonpaw and dedicated to his responsibilities.

He is reminded of Sunflowermask's gift when he sees Sheepkit present Lakekit with a wing. Wolfsong smiles slightly, warmed by the easy kindness, though a slight wrinkle appears between his eyes when Violetkit throws herself at the pair, demanding Sheepkit give her one. He approaches slowly, a hum low in his chest. "The best gifts are those offered freely, without demand or expectation," he says, draping his tail over his paws. "What keeps you from taking wings yourself, Violetkit?"
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 41 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTRIDE (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge.
  — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know; he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel."
  — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you.
  — ★★★☆☆ KITTING: Thanks to Starlingheart and his own pregnancy, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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[SHEEPPAW]

Sheepkit smiles at Lakekit when his denmate accepted his pretty gift. He watches as the rosette lynx minx examine his gift thoroughly, before tucking it into his fur. He bounces on his toes, inky tail sweeping along the ground behind him as he has sparkles in his eyes. He nods at Lakekit, grateful that he accepted the pretty butterfly wing. "I think you look very pretty!" He nods his head, confirming that this gift was perfect for his denmate. He likes it! He plops himself down in front of the other, ears perked up as he listened to want the other tom said to him. A-a gift? FOR ME?! So cool! His eyes widen, casting a beaming smile at Lakekit "A gift for me? I'd like that!" He mews out, voice squeaking a little. He plops down in the dirt, curling his dark tail around his equally dark paws.

He glances over the head at Lakekit, seeing Violetkit dashing over towards them his blue eyes widen from a fraction of a second. Before he leans backward slightly, not wanting to get barreled over by his younger denmate. He squeezes his eyes shut, hearing the loud voice of Violetkit demanding that she also wants a butterfly wing. "I- uh... Viol-" He mews out softly towards the dark molly, with a nervous smile placed on his dark lips. He was about to say You should've just said 'please', I would've got you one! He gets interrupted thankfully, by the voice of Wolfsong. The black smoke, cranes his neck up at the golden furred medicine cat. He lets his head fall back to look at Violetkit nodding and agreeing at what Wolfsong said.

OOC ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 SLUMBER PARTIES

•  
• no ref yet </3
• ( NO WAY! REALLY?! ) SHEEPKIT : kitten of windclan
  — cismale ; HE / HIM ; currently 3 moons
  ✦ undecided / single / not actively looking / open to puppy-crushes
  — a longhaired black smoke with high white & blue eyes
  — action , thoughts , "Speech, f8ede3"
  — smells of early morning dew & windblown heather
  
  - tags / @ on discord for plots
  - penned by calzone
  
  

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[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasskit shuffled his way closer to the group. The shouts of Violetkit had initially grabbed his attention, though he wasn't going over for her. He was a bit uncharacteristically quiet for the moment. He tried to read the energy of the encounter, feeling a little off put. He decided to sit next to Lakekit. He felt a bit sad about the fact that the butterflies weren't flying anymore. "I like how it looks on you, Lakekit," He said anyway. It was true, the way they shimmered in the sun was very eye-catching.

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ooc Information

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  NAME — HE/HIM ･ 2 MOONS ･ KIT & WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  Small fawn tabby with pale green eyes.
  "speak" thoughts action
  — peaceful, healing, and minor injury powerplay allowed

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[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ Frightkit absolutely loved bugs! The way their little legs twitched and clawed with so little strength, how beautiful their wings looked especially spread out and plucked just right, fragile to the touch, and how funny they sounded when she crushed their weird little bodies! The girl ahs never felt happier as butterflies, a whole new species to the beetles and worms she was used to, came in swarms upon her home, their unique colors making her wish she could jump higher to pluck every one right out of the sky! She wanted so desperately to collect their shiny wings that she could understand Violetkit's tantrum, although her cries made Fry's ears ring uncomfortably. "What if we all go gather some together? There's gotta be more! " Fry suggested with a grin, coming up to stand beside Grasskit. She'd spare a curious look at Lakekit, admiring the accessory in his pelt, "You look very pretty Lakekit " she purrs, thinking if it's a compliment Grasskit likes then maybe Lakekit will as well!

*+:｡.｡ Updated 1/11/23

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  " Speech "
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightkit
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 2 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan Kit
  ☾ Sister to Deathkit, Witherkit, Grasskit, Whitekit and Midnightkit
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically very easy | mentally very easy
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

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[whitedawn]

For it to be her second time experiencing the season, Whitedawn could acknowledge NewLeaf as her favorite song. With the growing colorful blooms and pretty insects adding splashes of color to their moors. Butterflies were one such insect, pretty bugs though Whitedawn could admit her attention was always drawn towards flowers more. She had been curled up nearby when the kit chatter perked up, especially her focus little kin. Opening an eye, Whitedawn observed the scene quietly from the sidelines. Rising quietly to her paws, the ivory feline spoke. "I could see if there are any just out of camp, if you'd like." She offered softly, flicking an ear as she spared Wolfsong a glance.​

[I'M BREATHING]​

 

[Goldenstrike]

Without the threat of violence hovering above their heads every morning Goldenstrike had begin to actually think during the day. One of those thoughts was that kits were very endearing to him. With all the new litters that had come for Newleaf he had been surrounded by curious fresh eyes experiencing the world for the first time. He had been born the same season so small snippets of his own kithood were coming back to him through the kittens own discoveries. He had never been a good hunter, but bug catching with Sunflowerkit and Shadowkit had been more fun than mossball most days so when he heard the group of kits clamoring for more accessories he couldn't help but try to put his bug catching skills to use.

"We might not even have to go out of camp. Sometimes you just need to shake some of the grass around and they start flying. Maybe Whitedawn and I could try to shake some out for you guys to catch," he butted into the convesation, detracting a little from Whitedawn, but he hoped she wouldn't mind ""You just have to be carful not to hurt the wings if you want to wear them after."
"speech"
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