camp LUXURY LIVIN’ ❀ a critique

[mistybird]

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”Honestly darlin’, I’m just not sure what ya were thinkin-!” A honeyed voice trills from just outside the elders den from an agape jaw, aghast at the sight that was presented before Mistybird.
Luminous saffron hues were stretched akin to two moons as she surveys the poor clanmate in front of her who had fallen victim to an unfortunate coat-day.
Now, was there an explicit request for Mistybirds input? Well, no. Not exactly.
Still, who would she be to let this poor cat amble around in such a state all day? Not the gal her mama raised, that’s for sure.
Leaves are stuck within their dense pelt, perhaps a twig or two as well… were those shells, hanging feebly at the ends of those ears tufts?
”My my…sit tight, I’ll be right back!” With that, Mistybird is morphed into a mere blur of enchanting pastel on strangely fast paws. Stars and ancient bones be damned- this was an emergency!
Inside the elders den Mistybird disappears for only a moment before slipping back out, a large shell clasped securely beneath her chin.
”Help is here, dear! Stay still now.”
Fumbling with the shell for a moment, Mistybird finally flips it to the angle she needs in her forepaws, the shell’s forked shape turning it into just the perfect tool to brush out all those pesky bits of unfavorable earth, a trick her mama had taught her when she was a youngin’. Stars knew it saved her from quite a few mishaps in her day.
With that, the clanmate before her is now caught in Mistybirds web, and she didn’t plan to let go until this mess was fixed!

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SWEETNESS AND DANGER ⋅ ❀ ⋅ QUEEN OF SAIGON ──┐‎

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  MISTYBIRD ✩ she/her, Elder of Riverclan, 125 moons.
  ⭃ elderly but ethereal-seeming lilac tabby chimera laperm mix with vivid yellow eyes.
  ⭃ mate to n/a
  ⭃ 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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[Gladefrost]

A voice catches the maned female's attention as Mistybird stares at her, jaw agape from her disgruntled appearance. Her coat was difficult to keep groomed at days and her hunt was a failure after it escaped into brushes. The outcome was her long coat being splattered with little twigs, leaves and a tangle here and there. "Ah?" Trout would murmur, confusion tracing her voice as she gets told to remain in her spot. She wonders if the elder needed her assistance so she makes her way and moments later, Mistybird emerges with a shell intact. The warrior was exhausted from running around all day and listening to the words of the elder, she settles on her haunches. "Help with?"

Her cobalt gaze shifts awkwardly at the elder unbeknownst to her, she had already fallen into the elder's webbed trap. Her coat was vibrant with docile waves, a fluffy mane and 'hair' that sometimes was unruly and covered one of her eyes. Troutsnout was naturally beautiful even when her fur was rampant as it matched her mane and didn't make her look unclean or anything━ she just got too high into work or doing her duties that she forgot to take care of herself. A white tipped tail curls around her paws as a yawn leaves her as she blinked away her tiredness.

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[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• Thank StarClan she had not found herself caged in the skeletal grip of Mistybird's incessant need to 'fix' others' coats. Lichentail very much did not care for having anyone fussing with her fur... if she cared about being beautiful or pretty, she'd take care of it herself. Frankly, bothering over your appearance only seemed like a massive waste of time and energy and though her mate enjoyed that ritual, she'd never encourage it. Troutsnout seems completely unbothered by it... in a display of exhaustive comfort that makes the deputy practically gawk.
  
  She was sincerely enjoying this? Or at the very least wasn't tearing at the earth to escape it. "Don't think it's.... dire enough to call it... 'help'." The deputy interjects with an ear flick of annoyance, as if she really were the victim having her fur picked through.
  
  "I'd rather swim... in ice..."
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  speech hex code ✧ #6368A5
  ooc notes ✦
  tagging ✶
  penned by tieirlys
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[mistybird]

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Luckily, Troutsnout seems complacent enough to accept Mistybird's help without much of a fuss. Stars, the elder swears these young warriors care less and less about representation with each new generation.
The curly-furred molly lets out a small hum as she gets to work, gently easing her make-shift comb through tangled citrus fur, "You have a real pretty coat, Hun- it just needs some love." Mistybird insists with a small 'tsk, tsk.'
Lichentail's grumbling isn't enough to completely pull the elder away from the task at paw, but does earn a small huff of incredulous laughter from the la-perm, a plumed tail whisking in the air dismissively. "Swimmin' in ice over a little self-care?" Mistybird trills, "That's cute, sugar." With that small hum, Mistybird sets her shell down, having combed most out most of those awful brittle bits of foilage from Troutsnouts pelt, "Almost done now... perfect!" Unable to resist at least a touch of flair, skilled paws quickly tie in two of the in-tact leaves behind one of the warriors ears, stems looped securely within the dense tufts of her ears. "Much better." Mistybird chimes with a song-bird pitch, turning to Lichentail with a raised brow, "Y'know... I do see a gnarly mat or two on ya.."

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SWEETNESS AND DANGER ⋅ ❀ ⋅ QUEEN OF SAIGON ──┐‎

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  MISTYBIRD ✩ she/her, Elder of Riverclan, 125 moons.
  ⭃ elderly but ethereal-seeming lilac tabby chimera laperm mix with vivid yellow eyes.
  ⭃ mate to n/a
  ⭃ 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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[Gladefrost]

There is a nab or two on the make-shift cone from weak tangles as Mistybird works on her coat. After her parents died, she had stopped caring for herself or giving herself attention as her siblings needed her. It eventually came to a point where Troutsnout became a shell of her former self when she was an apprentice; she constantly put her family, friends and clan before herself. None corrected herself on it or had her parents love and attention anymore, and taking care of everyone else made her feel a sense of happiness. Everyone liked her and never complained about her in any manner, not that known of, which was fine enough for her.

'You have a real pretty coat, hun━ it just needs some love.'

She's never been complimented before in moons, and she feels tense for a moment after being told. What does she say to that? What if she responded wrong? She hesitates to respond and before she knows, Lichentail commented on how she'd rather swim in leafbare temperature waters before she was in her position. "Oh, um- thank you..." Troutsnout would give a delay thank as the elder continues to mess with her coat and eventually compliments her brown coat with an decoration by her tufted ears. The warrior is finally a completed artwork of the spider Mistybird.

Troutsnout gets up after her makeover project and walks over to the nearby water, staring at her reflection. A chambray gaze stares back at her and she observes her new found appearance. Pretty━ she is reminded of the word as she is lost in her gaze that barred emotions of past and loss. Am I pretty? Is this what being pretty looks like? Her thoughts shuffle before she tears her gaze away and looks at the other two and offers a soft smile. "You should get done, Lichentail. Surprise Hazecloud." She would state with a soft purr, a faint smile curling at the corner of her lips. If Lichentail got done and went back to Hazecloud, maybe she would also be called pretty or some other assortment of compliment by Hazecloud.

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[BRONZESHINE]

♡​♡ why you so obsessed with me ♡♡​

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bronzeshine & 26 moons & female & she/her & riverclan warrior​

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Watching Mistybird preen Troutsnout was alone enough to give her pause. She had an interesting relationship with the other girl, one that make her pelt feel prickly. It's not like she... hated her... or anything. But she did get under her skin in a way that she was not fond of. She barely heard Lichentail's remark, but she snorted in agreement. She had meant to turn away and just block out the rest. She could be doing something. Getting the kits some moss or, like, literally anything else. Unfortunately for her, the decision comes just a beat too late for her to miss the remark of Troutsnout having a "pretty coat."

Bronzeshine felt that fire in her veins start to boil. Sending a pointed glare at the other warrior, she snapped before she could stop it. "Might be prettier in the river," She stalked off, swallowing the hard lump in her throat. It wasn't jealousy, she had nothing to be jealous about. Of course she was better. Of course.

— boy i wanna know ♥

• Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
  ooc: In and out unless stopped!
  
  
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  — sassy | flirty | proud | vain | irascible
  cis/het
  
  — physically moderate && mentally moderate
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay allowed
  — please tag account if attacking

 

[hazecloud]

"A surprise, for me? Should I turn around then?" What had coaxed Hazecloud over initially was Mistybird's exasperation. At first unclear with whom it was directed at, the queen had waited just a few moments longer to see if the elder had also lured out her mother, who joined her not so long ago.

When the moment was clear, that Dappleleaf had not dawned from the elders den to join them, she brushed against Lichentail's side. She weaved her tail around the kinked form of her mates and she met Mistybird's saffron shaded sights with a smile.

"Lichentail's mats are endearing! Shows she's been doing a lot of work around the Clan to pay attention to a few knots." What did that say for herself? She, who would often spent her patrols keeping dirt out of her coat and untangled wiry hairs while she padded across the meadows? Well, Hazecloud wasn't worried about all of that. She did her duties as she was tasked, of course, and liked to look pretty while she worked. ​