pafp LOVE LETTER // prank

[BASILPAW]

Basilpaw had a fun prank on his mind he couldn't wait to pull on one of his clanmates!, and already did he knew who to play the prank on. With newleaf here and with the warmth arriving there was a time called love fever running around in the forest there all kind of animals tried to find their special someone. Basilpaw was new when it come to this butterfly feelings but there was someone he really liked, and so that was how his idea had sparked up to begin with. Why not spread around the love in camp?, even if it might be all untrue. If anything he was curious over how the reaction would be especially by his choosen victim!. Flintpaw. A fitting victim who clearly lacked love from most of their clanmates thanks to being the child of that evil Granitepelt. Clearly, some love could cure their heart from turning just as ugly as their father,right?. Maybe the clan even would thank him later for this.

Basilpaw grinned widely as he had picked a flower he had find growing close to the thunderpath which he had hidden in his nest to wait for the perfect opportunity to make him move., and so when all the apprentices had left the den for the day Basilpaw would enter as he reached his nest to pick the flower up, and with a snicker find his ways over to Flintpaw's nest. There he would put down the flower before he would sneak himself back outside and head out to join one of the patrols he had been assigned on for the day.

It was only later during the day when he arrived back from the patrol that he would make his way back over to the apprentice den to take a look and see if Flintpaw had returned back to his nest yet to find the flower so neatly put on his nest!. He wonderd how he would react....

// please wait for @FLINTPAW to post first! (:



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[FLINTWISH]

Love is not something Flintpaw ever thinks about; at least, not in the sense of crushes or moving-picture romance. He sometimes thinks about it when he puzzles out what went wrong with Granitepelt, or when he tries to understand how Starlingheart could have loved him like she did. He sometimes thinks about it when he tries to come to terms with how strongly his father's claws have taken hold in his own skin. He sometimes thinks about it when he sees Ferndance and Needledrift share tongues. But romance in Flintpaw's own life seems... unlikely, to put it as kindly as possible.

It's nearly twilight by the time Flintpaw returns to the apprentices' den. It had been a hard day of hunting with Forestshade, and while he's grateful that the molly can handle his subpar skill, he's excited to turn in for the night. It's only when he's nearly tucked in to his nest that he realizes there's something new in it, and Flintpaw stands abruptly, dual-toned gaze locked on the thing.

It's not his. He didn't put it there. But who would have? There's not many cats in ShadowClan that are keen on him, much less keen enough to put a flower in his nest like this, but any scent of the prankster is overwhelmed by cloying petals. Flintpaw's ears flatten to his skull, and as unlikely as it seems, the first cat to flash through his mind his a patchwork of pale blue and sun-warmed cream; a tom he'd once hated, but.... He shakes his head, even as his gaze darts to the mouth of the warriors' den. This doesn't seem like Ashenfall, does it?

Flintpaw cycles through a list of other suspects: maybe Shadepaw thought it would be funny, or maybe Starlingheart did it to be nice, or maybe someone... maybe someone just wanted to play a trick on him. Slate-hued fur spikes along his shoulders. Something hot eats at his stomach, festering, swollen. Maybe it is a great shame, or a great anger, but whatever it is, he feels like he must expel it as quickly as possible. Flintpaw grips the flower in his teeth and is quick to escort it outside of the den he sleeps in, dual-toned gaze shining with incomprehensible emotion.

She takes a breath, squaring her bristling shoulders behind her, adjusting her hunched posture into something more composed. "Who...." Her voice shakes, so she takes another breath, whip tail lashing. "Who put this in my nest?"

𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 ✧ 𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

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  — flintkit . flintpaw
  — he / they / she ; apprentice of shadowclan
  — short-haired solid blue tom with low white and blue/green heterochromatic eyes
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — chibi by sixbane, signature by dreamydoggo
  — penned by meghan

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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Having gotten back from training, a yawn slipping from his maw as he stretched a bit before hearing Flintpaw's voice and his head turned to look at the other, unaware that their own friend had been capable of pulling pranks on other, much less on someone who was almost ready to be a warrior. Yellow gaze flicking to the flower before approaching with a slight hum and a tilt of his head. "I was with Mirepurr all day so it wasn't me" Snowpaw said truthfully in a blunt manner even.


He wasn't the type to pull pranks anyways, and his first suspect was that of Swallowpaw, but even they wouldn't of done something this pleasant as put a flower in someone's nest, and he hardly knew Flintpaw well to make any guesses to who could have pulled such a trick on him, out of genuine or just to be mean, he didn't know but... "want me to help find who did it?" he offered up to the other.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You ve wasted your life , but thanks for applying ──┐‎

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  "speak""Thoughts"
  
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  Snowpaw ❄ He/Him, apprentice of Shadowclan, 9 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ 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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[POPPYGLOW]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 "Perhaps it had found its way to your nest all on its own."

Poppypaw's suggestion was genuine, despite how their flatly-delivered words may have sounded. Sudden appearances and disappearances of misplaced items were the usual suspects in matters of paranormal communication, they were certain it was well within the realm of possibility that there was some attempt at a message at the root of Flintpaw's predicament.

"Is this flower of any significance to you, friend? Did it... evoke any thoughts or feelings when you laid eyes upon it...?" Poppypaw approaches with her soft interrogation of her fellow apprentice, sniffing at a petal for any physical abnormality apparent on the bloom. There were none to be found so far, they noted. What a mystery it was indeed...

PRESENT DAY... ⭑☾༺♰༻☽⭒ ...PRESENT TIME! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

• OOC:
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  — poppykit - poppypaw
  — agender they/she. 12mo apprentice of shadowclan
  — questioning affections. friend to all.
  — a tiny, fluffy white and dark red tabby cat with pale, wraithlike blue eyes
  — smells like mushrooms, dust, and foggy night air
  — deaf in left ear, may display asthma-like symptoms of "long-yellowcough"
  — sounds like lain iwakura, with a flat yet gentle high-pitched tone
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack, 'poppypaw'
  — penned by eezy
• disclaimer: poppypaw is not always operating completely within reality! they are affected by some delusions and may see, hear, react to, and interact with things that are not actually there. most notably, she will believe herself to have interactions with starclan as a whole and specifically, the deceased shadowclan apprentice Poppypaw. these are not reflective of ic reality and are not real interactions with starclan or deceased characters! this is not an attempt at powerplaying, godmodding, or metagaming.

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[BASILPAW]

Oh!, that look on Flintpaw's face was absolutely prizeless!, looking all clueless and having no clue whatsoever what was going on. Basilpaw finds it a hard time to not break out into giggles and laughs, thinking for sure he had nailed this one. Snowpaw suggested to find who had done this but Basilpaw had convinced himself that his best friend saw the humor in this just like he did. Maybe later he would tell them and the two could laugh at this together. Poppypaw on the otherhand well...was Poppypaw he guess!. Never made much sense to anything she said.

Looking between the three Basilpaw waited for the right moment to approach closer and when he did, oh boy had he things to say!. Anything to keep this fun game going a bit longer. " My guess would be that you have a secret admirer Flintpaw!. Someone most really like you alot ." he bursted in with his typical grin to mask his schemes. He come up closer to the almost identical looking kit of Granitepelt to stare down at the flower in their mouth to studie it. " Do you really have no clue who it could be?. For sure...someone most fancy you." despite being the offspring of a murderer and traitor that was....he was sure there might be someone with that sort of taste...just not today. pfft!.

// sorry for being so late ):
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