pafp MIDSUMMER BLUES ༄ naptime

[PLOVERHOP ★]

࿔*:･ﾟ༄　The sun's warmth envelops all the forest. It seeps into Ploverhop's bones, bleeds lethargy into their every step. They tire easier now, they rest earlier. They are not built for Greenlife, for all that the dazzling warmth of their smile might suggest. Their fur is thick, heat pools in every thread and drags their body to the earth. They are not one to deny themself of things that they need.

It seems they are not the only one who feels the pull of slumber. The kits of the camp are energetic, spirited and bold - except for little Coltkit. He is a creature of sleep, a distant kit drawn apart from the others. It had seemed harder for Ploverhop to get through to him than the other kits they like to play with. No time for games, an obliviousness to teasing, a disinterest in special secret training sessions...

Well, they've cracked the code now. It seems all that Ploverhop needed was to fall asleep in a sunny spot, sprawled out upon their belly with limbs all askew. Their plush fur and broad back make for a perfect bed.

‎‎┌── PUT DOWN YOUR SWORD AND CROWN ༊ COME LAY WITH ME ON THE GROUND ──┐‎

• @COLTKIT
  

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  "SPEECH"
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  PLOVERHOP ༊ they / them, warrior of thunderclan, twenty-one moons.
  ➳ a large, black-striped lilac cat with vivid golden-orange eyes.
  ➳ bright and bouncy with a penchant for mischief. rarely seen without a smile.
  ➳ npc x npc; former kittypet.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[COLTPAW]

Coltkit loves napping. It's easy, doesn't require much of anything, doesn't necessitate talking to much of anyone . . . it's perfect for the tomkit, and it used to be his favorite thing. Until it got knocked to second place by play - fighting 'n battle stories 'n stuff, but, well . . . it's still almost his favorite! He has a lot of places he likes to takes naps: on the sweet - smelling grass that makes him sneeze; the dusty footpaths cleared by moons of pawsteps, where he's a constant tripping hazard; in the soft moss of his little nest ( or anyone else's, he's not picky ) in the nursery; on the big flat rocks that the sun keeps at a constant blazing warmth.

He'd never considered that his new Clanmates were good for more than just food 'n talking 'n things before now . . . but looking at Ploverhop's fluffy marbled - black back, plush - furred and looking softer than any moss, the concept that they had a better use suddenly pops into his head. A new napping spot . . . he stumbles over on oversized paws, heavy - lidded blue eyes gleaming dreamily with anticipation of the sensory delight to come from napping on such a soft bed. The idea that Ploverhop might mind . . . or that such behavior would do little good for either of the ex - kittypets . . . doesn't cross his childish mind, merely the simple desire to flop down and chill.

And that's exactly what he does, clambering unceremoniously over Ploverhop's shoulder and scrambling onto their back. His overlong limbs sprawl out to drape over their ribs, spreading out his already - light weight and making a bit of a " cat stack ", the two in ( literally ) unconscious imitation; askew limbs, fluffy tails draped uncaringly. It's hardly a moment for him to come to sleep's edge . . . the warmth of Ploverhop's plush back is like the sun on both sides. The little tomkit sighs contentedly, wiggling further against their fluff.

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[REDFLOWER]

"Well, well, well! Doesn't this look... pleasant." Redflower's tone is high-pitched, mocking. She circles the slumbering cats, their bellies exposed to the warm greenleaf sunlight. Her lip curls with displeasure, but her voice is nearly sweet as she continues to speak. "Does that sun feel nice? Just like lying in a Twoleg garden, isn't it?" Not only is Ploverhop a kittypet, but useless, sleepy little Coltkit, who has a fraction of the ferocity of his ill-gotten denmates, is here, too!

She stops a few pawsteps from Ploverhop's face. Her mouth screws into an angry smile. "I wish the rest of us could be so lazy! Unfortunately, we've got things to do, like patrol our borders and hunt for our Clan!" Her mottled fur fluffs up along the spine, spiking.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Redkit . Redpaw . Redflower, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 14 moons old, ages realistically on the 15th.
  — mentored by NPC ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — thunderclan warrior. npc x npc, gen 1.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh tortoiseshell with low white and pale yellow eyes. bright, spiteful, impressionable.
  
  

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