like the white winged dove - swan feather

[LILYBLOOM.]

It was not unusual for pretty objects and stones to be found in the dens of the RiverClan cats. Even Lilybloom was partial to keeping an eye out for eye-catching items, though had never found something that felt suitable to have in or around her nest. She had found smooth, rounded stones that looked appealing but could not imagine they were particularly comfortable to sleep with or next to.

When she spotted the swan feather on the riverbank that morning, she simply could not resist taking it. Many birds and waterfowl inhabited the river, so it wasn't uncommon to find feathers scattered on the shoreline. Feathers of all shapes and sizes, grey, brown, black, and even multi-coloured. One downside was that said feathers were often damaged or too small even to be worthwhile to bring back - though the kits would certainly get a kick from playing with the little feathers. The feather Lilybloom found was fairly large and undamaged and the purest shade of white in colour. She hadn't seen any that day but she was certain it must have come from a swan. She gently picked it up from the ground and carried it between her teeth back to camp. She had scarcely made it back when she found herself being asked about the feather. "Hang on let me put it down," She would say through gritted teeth. Almost as gently as she had picked it up, she set it on the ground again. "Be careful," She would advise the cat asking about it. "I don't want it to get damaged if I can help it."​

 

[COAST]

"Pretty feather, swan, eh?" Coast had spotted the tortoiseshell like a moth to a bulb, with such a pretty feather that brought out the others yellow eyes. "Suits you, dearest. Don't let the kits get ahold of that." she twitches her whiskers in amusement, her head turning back to the sky once more, basking in the warmth that the sun brought.

"I think you should put it in your fur. Maybe near the tail." she meows, curling her own tail up happily. She was always pleased to be in a clanmates presence, Willowroot had been right, they were all so nice. "Such a stark white would be a beautiful contrast." she looks at it once more as Lily sets it down. Swans were such elegant birds, in a way that Coast found themself envying them.
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[CLAYFUR]

The sight of the pristine white feather brings a smile to Clayfur's face; he's always loved feathers, especially the ones that ducks leave behind on the riverbanks. The small gray-brown feathers are the softest to line his nest with, he thinks, even if they aren't the prettiest. But the swan feather looks more silky, like water-moss. "It's so soft looking. I really want to touch it," he admits, voice hushed, almost awed. He does wonder how upset the swan would be if it spotted them with its feather—would said swan even recognize it as their own feather? Clay's not sure.

He agrees easily with his black-furred clanmate before even considering whether he actually agrees. Even if he thought it would look awful, he'd never say so to his beloved niece. "They're right, it would look good against your fur." He tips his head at Coast's suggestion, trying to picture the tortoiseshell with a feather woven into the fur of her tail. The smoke is right, it would be a good look for Lilybloom.
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[SMOGBREATH]

The tom is halfway awake when Lily comes into camp with something rather large and shockingly white. His eyes of amber open up fully then as he takes in just what it is. A feather and one from a bird that had to be massive. Pushing to his paws the tall and slender warrior makes his way a bit closer to stare at it given he had never seen anything like it before and he has to agree with Clay. He too wants to touch it. Yet he keeps his paws to himself and he nods gently. "It is pretty." He mutters, voice barely audible before he sits down carefully.

There is a question on the type of his tongue. Yet he is worried about asking it. Still he'd like to know and he shuffles his paws against the ground before he dredges up the courage to ask. "Um, where did you find it? Maybe we can get more of them....if that's okay."

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[LILYBLOOM.]

It doesn't take long for more cats to join Coast when they spot Lilybloom and her feather. She doesn't mind anyone coming to look but she keeps a cautious eye on it, lest anyone accidentally trample it with their foot. She is surprised at Coast's suggestion of putting the feather in her fur by her tail. She turns to look back at her tail and tries to visualise how that might look. In Lilybloom's mind, she's not sure if it would work, though she has to agree with Coast and Clayfur's words that it would stand out against her darker pelt. "Well, I'm not sure how it would work, but it would be fun to try and see if anyone notices," Lilybloom concedes after a moment.

As she further ponders this, her attention is drawn to Smogbreath who asks where she found it. She had seen the tom hovering on the fringes of their conversation, seeming to lack to initial courage to speak up at first. "I found it by the river," Lilybloom answered politely. "I couldn't see anymore where I found this one but there might be some further along the riverbank if you wanted to look?"​