pafp IT WENT ˚୭ fur-decorating

[DIZZYPAW]

"FATE IS A SUNDRESS" ˚୭ .ೃ⁀➷ tags ── A BOON COMES by way of a quiet day. Still waters grace the titular river; a cool wind brushes her face; the sky is open and clear. The overarching threat is still prevalent, sure - but with her work done for the day, Dizzypaw finds it sounds like a better use of her time to spend it relaxing.

She takes a moment to dig through her things - a collection of shiny pretties that she's amassed over the last pawful of moons. Feathers, some hardier fish scales, and shells that dot the rivershore. Dizzypaw has too many to reliably hold onto and it feels smart to gift them to others, yes. Hmm... Who to rope into her scheme...

It's then hazel eyes land upon Pinekit. They'd been denmates for only a short period of time, and Dizzypaw can't say that she knows her too terribly well. She would like to, though - so she approaches. Feathers and shells drop from full mouth as she tries to offer a smile and proposal: "Do you wanna play dress up?" It feels childish to phrase that in such a manner, but, well, it's kind of the truth.

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[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Pinekit couldn’t say she disliked pretty things, though the one time she had attempted to make herself more spiffy… well, Crabkit had seen to the disruption of that. Instead, Pinekit had ended up slathered in berry paste and fish-scales, but she had gotten him back.
Today, she was sulking. Her recent argument with her mother had been sticking to her far more than Pinekit liked, and she had been trying her best to be on her best behavior- if only to avoid being put under that cold, blue glare ever again. A part of her was still inexplicably sad, she thinks.
Abruptly, feathers and shells spill just in front of her paws, and Pinekit almost springs back, her downcasted gaze quick to fly up to Dizzypaw’s hopeful.
Do you wanna play dress up?
The offer was surprising, coming from an apprentice- not even Shellpaw had much time to play with her, anymore. Caught off-guard, Pinekit almost hesitates. From what little she knew, Dizzypaw was pleasant enough company… and playing dress up was better than brooding.
“Sure.” The kitten finally concedes, eyes drifting back down to the dropped accessories, “what do ya got?”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IF YOUR LOVE’S THE TRUTH ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ OR DECEIT ──┐‎

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  PINEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of riverclan, 4 moons.
  ⭃ plush-furred tortoiseshell she-kit with white dipped forepaws, tail tip, and muzzle and round, honey hued optics.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragkit && Crabkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[splashdance]

Splashpaw spots Dizzypaw from not too far off, blue eyes brightening at the sight of her new friend. She moves towards her with the hope of inviting her to share a meal, however she stops short upon fully seeing the encounter. Dizzypaw, dropping shells and other shinies by the mouthful, in front of a little kitten. The black furred feline almost giggles at the scene, but she thinks of ShadowClan, and the brief craze of gifting friends and family with trash found in the outer limits of the territory... and she's sad.

She banishes the thoughts, oh so briefly, and thinks instead of the fun to be had here.

"Can I join you two?" she asks, ears turning back as she first looks to Dizzypaw, and then to the stern-faced Pinekit. Splashpaw hadn't introduced herself to much of the nursery yet, figuring the queens to be the most protective of the bunch. She anticipates one to swat her away even now - but her paws don't waver as she waits to be included or dismissed.​

 

[shellpaw]

there is a brittle cold that comes upon her when she enters camp and spots a familiarly and bleakly obvious dark pelt creeping near to where a familiar tortoiseshell stands. dizzypaw does what she often does ; decorates, ditzes, lays a swath of fish scale and feathers for pinekit to see. reeds still sway around her flank when she feels her ears incline back fractionally, tail tip flicking as she peels from her mentors side with a brief brush against their fog - tinted fur to glide towards where the dark outsider asks to join. shellpaw swallows, circles pinekit in a brief semicircle to settle on her other side with a pointed sniff.

the soft - pelted molly gives pinekit a look, odd in the characteristic droop of tired strawberry eyes ; thats her, with a brief widening of suspicious eyes, as if it weren’t blisteringly obvious since the full moon’s wane — as it she werent a plague of danger, risk emboldened by the fact that shadowclan would have to travel to claw their pelts for her. shellpaw does not answer her, does not spare another glance in white - speckled direction, instead focusing downward to hum a pondering tune. carefully, she lifts a paw to brush against a shell glowing golden beneath its river water ( and dizzypaw drool ) slick surface, ” these are soo pretty.. “ dove whisper, a rattle. wraithlike gaze flicks upward, lifting it with a single claw to hook closer, ” this, um.. matches your eyes. like the river left it just for you.. “ soft, she murmurs — faraway eyes gleam warm, wet nose wrinkling gently on the phantom of a smile. a gift, from the waters. of course, of course ; why would the streams and brooks not cry her name? this was her friend, after all.

” the water favors some. not everyone.. was born that luxury. “ her voice drops, drolls, grows far more lax than her familiar feathered coo ; she does not glance at splashpaw. she may as well have.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ° 𓇼 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

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  SHELLPAW 𓆉 SHE / HER. SEVEN MOONS OLD, APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN, MENTORED BY LICHENTAIL ; SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. HAZECLOUD xx LICHENTAIL, NIECE TO SMOKESTAR. PENNED BY ANTLERS ----------------- ° ❀ ⋆
  frail alabaster molly with lilac striping and watery amber eyes.
  
  she is pallid ; platinum splotched with ribbons of dovey lilac curls, wisped ends like memories of a distant shore and plush enough to conceal the juts of malnutrition beneath. tufted elderdown fur conceals a body worn fragile by tumultuous youth, too thin in some places and round with baby fat in others. her face is short - muzzled, framed half mast by eyes coined rheumy, rosen amber. the anemic cold pink - purple at tender paws and nose tell a lifetime of sickness, further made obvious by the feathering weakness in half - whispered tones.
  

  CHRONICALLY ILL ; prone to wheezing, nose at a constant drip from longterm illness - induced nasal polyps. not contagious.

  
  

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[DIZZYPAW]

"FATE IS A SUNDRESS" ˚୭ .ೃ⁀➷ tags ── Pinekit seems to be pulled from thought as DIzzypaw lays down her things, and the thought crosses her mind that she's maybe interrupted or intruded. It's dissuaded as the kitten takes an interest in the things she has, so Dizzypaw pushes the worry from her mind and tries to quickly sort her things once more. "Well, I have feathers - though I'm not sure what birds they're from - and a bunch of shells, and petals, now that... oh! Fish scales!" Her personal favorite, as she had caught those fish herself.

She scoops up a scale with one claw and stretches it out to Pinekit, showing how the sun glints off of the surface to produce a shimmer. "But the feathers have some sort of the same quality - I can't really explain it." She's babbling, really - excited to just take the time to play. "The scales might accentuate the patches of color in your fur, I think. Some shine and sparkle."

It's then that Splashpaw catches her eye - dark fur brings a bright smile to Dizzypaw's face, and it's like her entire demeanor somehow further brightens. "Sure!" is her bright chime, before she turns to take inventory. She ponders a moment, before picking up a flower with a forepaw. "This blue flower will bring out your eyes well," she purrs, as she sets the flower down by Splashpaw.

Then approaches Shellpaw from the opposite side, polar energy that brings a twinge of dampening to Dizzypaw's smile. An energy crackles as Shellpaw's eyes land upon Splashpaw, but Dizzypaw swallows and makes an attempt to brush it aside - she wants to consider them both friends, and must treat them equally. Feathered tail flicks as she tries to redirect Shellpaw to an iridescent cup of a shell - "A shell for Shellpaw!" Silly, but Dizzypaw finds it cute as she holds up the shell to look from it to the lilac-striped apprentice. "Like the water off of your fur, under the river." Maybe this will take the attention from dear snow-smattered friend.
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[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Splashpaws voice catches Pinekit off guard as she is preoccupied gauging Dizzypaws materials. Thinned pupils flicker in the other apprentices direction, and she cannot help but feeling a bit special, not one, but two whole apprentices wanted to play with her. Dizzypaw holds up an iridescent scale, and Pinekit is happy to let her welcome the newcomer to their game while she investigates it. “Real pretty, they’ll make me shiny?” Pinekit hums, eyes turning up when a familiar pelt of cream patchwork drifts into her line of sight. The tiny tortoiseshell would’ve given her friend a light bump with her shoulder if it had not been for the look Shellpaw wore as she sat down. In reply, Pinekit’s own crease slightly, as though silently asking what? In a blink though, Shellpaws attention dances away, and Pinekit chooses to file the question away for later, and the oddity is completely forgotten when her friend speaks again, looking almost as though her words are directed for the ground. No, they are for her, and Pinekit leans forward with a thoughtful hum. “You think?” The mottled girl looks to the apprentice, not able to completely understand the meaning behind Shellpaws poetic dialogue, that was okay though. Dizzypaw tries to turn her attention to another shell, one that shimmered like the fish scale. “You should wear it, we can match and be all shimmery.” Pinekit proposes with a small grin. “This one looks like Dizzypaw and Splashpaw,” Pinekit reaches for a shell shuffled to the side of the pile, the exterior mottled with charcoal and some sort of ashen hue, the underside a polished ivory.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND I BEG TO BE TESTED ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ BY GODDESSES RESTING ──┐‎

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  PINEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of riverclan, 2 moons.
  ⭃ plush-furred tortoiseshell she-kit with white dipped forepaws, tail tip, and muzzle and round, honey hued optics.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragkit && Crabkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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