love for the unknown | den repairs

[sheepcurl]

Despite the Windclan raid feeling like it happened forever ago, Sheep still worries about those creatures flooding the camp once more, destroying the fern and bramble walls, destroying the nursery and the warriors den and the medicine den in pursuit of revenge. It sends a chill down her spine and builds a heavy pit in her stomach each time she thinks of it, of the casualties they could sustain if they come back so soon. And... Shes just one cat, truly, she knows she can't do much. She doesn't know how to fight as well as her fellow leads, shes not as headstrong in her opinions, but she'd lay her life down in an instant. Sometimes shes not sure why she was picked, but by the Stars if she doesn't do something right then shes failing.

Unfortunately, now shes thinking too much, and the anxiety leaves her nearly paralyzed as she finishes her mouthful of prey, pawning the rest off to a passing elder. It was just a bite she had taken but she couldn't finish, no, restlessness keeps her from eating and shes on her paws, a half pace back and forth across her spot she had taken up. What to do, what to do? What would get rid of this fear, what could be done to strengthen the clan? She could gather a small patrol to take out, but she knows she'll be distracted. She could go hunt, but her paw steps would be clumsy despite her affinity for it.

Paws carry her straight to the dens, hastily repaired in some spots, heavily reinforced in the others, it brings forth an idea and turns her around to face the clan. Eh... She'll go get it herself, too afraid to burden others, and so she disappears for a little bit to come back with some brambles and vines and gets to work.

"Would you mind holding this down while I weave this around it? It makes the den a little drafty." Sheep would call out to a passing cat, eyes flitting upwards to look at them while she gestured to a loose bramble she had been wrangling with. No matter how hard she had tried it just kept popping up without a second pair of paws and she wishes Starclan would bless her with another. "Theres another one on the other side as well, please, if you don't mind staying for a little bit." she'd bat her eyes playfully.​

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[FIGFEATHER]

Figpaw had thought maybe they’d spare her from apprentice duties, after all she had been cooped up inside camp for the past couple moons! Yet… here she was in the elders den being instructed by Sheepcurl to hold this down and to “stay a little”. Miraculously, being tasked with a mundane chore does not bother her. Truly she is just happy to be back to normality and be far out of Dawnglare’s fur, Fireflypaw would be left to suffer that alone now!

So the girl does as Sheepcurl asks, with her paws she holds the brambles and vines down so that the warrior could do some weaving. ”Sure.” Figpaw would smile, she has to force it- never would she LOVE tasks such as these but she was far from unhappy. Moving almost as quickly as she use to, she holds down another area of bramble and vine. ”Apparently RiverClan cats are really good at weaving, like- all of their dens are weaved and everything!“ It was odd, almost as if RiverClan had came at the perfect time to replace what had felt like an alliance with ThunderClan. It must be a difficult adjustment for Blazestar and his remaining SkyClan kits, she sympathizes for the difficult road they’ve been forced to walk on. ​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 01/05

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· FIGPAW, AMAB — she / her
╰ ‣ 9 moons .
╰ ‣ skyclan apprentice . believes in starclan, doesn't fully understand

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like pine nettles & sap, status — 100%
╰ ‣ A red tabby she-cat with orange eyes. Mangled right hind leg.

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ENFP-A ❝ CAMPAIGNER❞ , Gryfindor, Lawful Good
╰ ‣ Excitable, generous, caring, quick-to-act, daft, naive
╰ ‣ finds relative ease relating to others . kind-hearted, will show mercy

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· NPC X DAISYFLIGHT, sister to Greenpaw, Violetpaw, Snowpaw & Butterflypaw
╰ ‣ Pansexual . mistakes admiration for romantic feelings
╰ ‣ Apprentice to Tallulahwing
╰ ‣ poor fighter . okay hunter .
╰ ‣ unlikely to start fights . will flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.

 

[DAWNGLARE]

So, so unlike them. He is far from willing to weigh menial chores upon his back. But unfortunately for Figpaw, he lingers, nonetheless. Always watching, always waiting; if only seeking out that cold satisfaction. A feeling he can place when he looks upon the many with a lilted chin and eyes ever-staring. He would never be caught doing such a thing. Molding together plentiful tangles only to contribute it to walls he would not use. And perhaps that was the dissonance. What need was there for him to care about something he was not a part of? Hardly, anyhow.

Yes, if he was godless... relegated to idle weavings and threading of needles, he's nearly sure that he would keep it for himself. To weave flowers around his nest, at the very least, rival the supposed majesty of RiverClan. A glance that spells nothing would trail to the spotted warrior. Would she take offense then, at the implication? The gold standard was RiverClan then, to this little one. And could he hardly blame her, when they had crashed down so valiantly? When her maggot of a sibling surely wormed tales into the fluff of her ears. Not that they would be untrue no. He has nothing quite bad to think, but still...

Either too tall or too wide, the bunch of them, he certainly held doubts. Perhaps Honeybee, minuscule as they were, would be the prime subject between such a thing. Jumping back and forth between gaps... Wouldn't that be a sight? Like a squirrel jumping between trees' roots. "They'd have to latch onto something... lest they learn to weave the water itself," commented with a snicker, with how improbable it could ever be. He hardly knew their territory, but the whispering of roots was quiet, and the rush of water loud.​

 

[SILVERSMOKE]

Silversmoke had done his fair share of repairs over the past moon, helping clanmates wherever he could with them and even engaging in some on his own accord. It was an important job, yet tedious as well, for the first time, his work ethic wavered upon seeing Figpaw and Sheepcurl fortify the dens. Every part of him wanted to get stuck in with them, save for the part that asked him why he was wasting his energy when he had a job to do later. His eyes squeezed shut at the mention of RiverClan, the tom's feathery tail swaying like willow branches. It was a tradition he didn't understand, Silversmoke had rarely been one for mementos, believing the mind to be good enough at keeping memories, yet apparently, their allies decorated whatever they could with proverbial junk. He shook his head incredulously. Regardless of his own personal opinions, the dexterity to pull such weaving off was admirable. He'd been told before he looked more like a RiverClanner than a SkyClanner, with that long-fur and pale coat, maybe his paws could be that skilled one day. "Yet we have kit- ugh, warriors that can't even move brambles without getting thorns in their paws." Silver huffed, a dry amusement clinging to his even tone. Who could he possibly be referring to?
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[SQUALLMIST]

Squallmist finds himself struggling on his own portion of the den. It's a task the silver tabby once had no problem with - reinforcing the dens. He'd helped his father with such since he was young, learned quickly through trial and error what worked best to keep where the group slept strong and sturdy.

The ease of the task seems worlds away, now that he stands here, sloppily reinforcing walls with only half the vision to go off of. Frustrated, annoyed, that his skills have fallen with his vision. Something he'll have to get used to, work his way around, he supposes. The warrior hears the voice of Figpaw and turns his head in her direction, watching as she helps out Sheepcurl.

The apprentice has had to go through similar in her own injuries - having to readjust to life, relearn tasks - and yet she seems far happier about it than Squallmist thinks he ever could be.

She speaks of the RiverClanners, and Squallmist can only flick his tail in response. "Suppose we should've held a few of them back to help us rebuild then," he says, before glancing back at his work. A bit of a mess, compared to what Sheepcurl and Figpaw were doing. "We would have been done ages ago, with them around."

And Silversmoke's comment only discourages him more. Despite the fact the warrior doesn't think it's about him, Squallmist knows he could be doing better. The warrior sighs, tail twitching behind him as he looks back at Sheepcurl and Figpaw.

"Could I get some help over here, when you two are done? Please?" He feels foolish, having to even ask.
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[sheepcurl]

Little Figpaw comes over to help at her call and Sheep cannot help the purrs that burst through her throat. Figpaw holds the loose ends down perfectly, enough so that Sheep is able to weave her vines between. "Thank you so much, Figpaw! You're amazing." she smiles at the girl, shes glad Figpaw is back on her good paws. That ones a trooper for sure and it only makes Sheep prouder. All of Greenpaws siblings were kind and she finds herself glad that he has such a sweet family. Sheep returns to a particularly young bramble, biting her lip in slight frustration. It wouldn't bend! How cruel of it!

Then Fig speaks about Riverclan and she looks up from her work, sitting back and nearly does it come back with a vengeance to snap her in her face if she hadn't leaned. Yeesh... Who knew repairing dens could be so dangerous? "Really? I'll have to ask them if they can do this any better then, any pointers would be fine!" she laughs, gesturing to the commotion that had just happened. Dawn is next and a slight nod acknowledges his presence, shes not sure... What he meant but shes sure Firefly or Mushroom will come by eventually to translate. Something about weaving water...? She only offers him a kind smile, his words lost over her head. Latch on to weaving? Or... Too much, too much.

Silver's next and she barks a laugh, news spread fast in the Skyclan camp after all. "Right, maybe I should hold a proper repair class?" amusement floods her gaze and she looks up once Squall talks, nodding alongside his words. "Sí, would have been a lot easier. You think they'd complain if their allies came all the way for some den help?" she flicks a curled ear. And then he asks for help and she nods, struggling with another piece. "Sure, amigo! Give me... one... second... Done! Thank you again, Fig!" and if the girl wanted to leave she wouldn't complain, after all, she asked for help without checking if Fig was in the middle of something. She rises to her paws and practically jumps to Squalls side, peering over his shoulder. "Which part do you want help with?"​

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[FIGFEATHER]

Figpaw represses a grimace when her gaze met Dawnglare's pelt, she didn't hate the medicine cat by any means but… sheesh she was sorta sick of him… The Tom was weird, Figpaw usually didn’t mind weird but he could be more of a creepy weird. She’s grown much more accustomed to it after living beside him for the past few moons, but even now that she‘s left her imprisonment he was everywhere! Was she cursed to not escape him?

Still a shaky smile is given to him, shaky but genuine. Like Sheepcurl the girl really had no idea what he was trying to say… you’d think she’d be better at translating him by now.

Silversmoke groans about cats in their own clan not even being able to move brambles while Squallmist muses on the fact they should’ve kept some RiverClan cats to help them reinforce. To be honest, Figpaw was glad they hadn’t. As friendly as she was she was still very prideful of SkyClan and their own abilities and independence… she was glad all clans intruding or otherwise were out of their camp.

Once Sheepcurl is finished the lead warrior thanks the apprentice, Figpaw nods and hums an ”Mhm!” Before also moving to aid Squallmist. Truth be told she had nothing better going on than helping the warriors with these reinforcements, Tallulahwing would likely frown if she heard her apprentice lazed around camp while others were doing their best to repair it. ”I can help with this too.” ​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 01/05

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· FIGPAW, AMAB — she / her
╰ ‣ 9 moons .
╰ ‣ skyclan apprentice . believes in starclan, doesn't fully understand

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like pine nettles & sap, status — 100%
╰ ‣ A red tabby she-cat with orange eyes. Mangled right hind leg.

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ENFP-A ❝ CAMPAIGNER❞ , Gryfindor, Lawful Good
╰ ‣ Excitable, generous, caring, quick-to-act, daft, naive
╰ ‣ finds relative ease relating to others . kind-hearted, will show mercy

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· NPC X DAISYFLIGHT, sister to Greenpaw, Violetpaw, Snowpaw & Butterflypaw
╰ ‣ Pansexual . mistakes admiration for romantic feelings
╰ ‣ Apprentice to Tallulahwing
╰ ‣ poor fighter . okay hunter .
╰ ‣ unlikely to start fights . will flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.

 

[BLAZESTAR]

Blazestar's heart is warmed, seeing Sheepcurl lead their Clanmates by example. He gives her a pleased nod, then turns his gaze on the rest of them. Figpaw, Silversmoke, and Squallmist, though the latter seems to struggle with his loss of vision. The Ragdoll grimaces. A poor decision on his part that had cost one of his warriors dearly...

He tries not to dwell on it.

Blazestar gives Dawnglare an amused glance instead. "Too good to help, are you?" He flicks his tail against Dawnglare's flank. He's sure the sepia and white medicine cat is thinking exactly that, that he's too good to help, but Blazestar isn't by any means.

He wanders closer to Silversmoke, inspecting the damage done to the sides of the den. His paws are clumsy, unpracticed. "I'm sure RiverClan could use some climbing lessons... maybe we can trade," he half-jokes, though he doesn't dismiss his idea entirely. Instead, he tucks it away for later, to present to Cicadastar another time.​

[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​

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