Mood 4 Eva || Wing man activities

[Morningfrost]

⁺₊⋆ .｡❅ ⋆⁺ .｡❅₊ The shell landed on top of the others with an annoying clack, the small pile glistening in the sunlight. Morningfrost squinted his eyes in disapproval and shook his body hard to get rid of the lingering water on his fur.

Rockpaw had been in his ear all morning begging him to go out and find a certain type of shell, a spiral one, for some reason. If the apprentice would just learn how to swim, he wouldn't need to bother others. Then again he'd put up no fight and has been out in the water diving in search of his friend's treasure during his spare time.

Morningfrost huffed as he used his paw to separate the shells he collected. "What does an apprentice need with shells anyway? He should be worried about training, not decoration," he grumbled.

"Suspicious," he wondered if it had something to do with that yellow apprentice nipping at his heals. He had no experience in the love department; his devotion was quietly kept in his chest. Perhaps that's why he's so eager to help, and yet the waves seem to be hiding what he's searching for. "Shells seem like a terrible courting gift."

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  Morningfrost — He/They ･ 13 moons ･ RiverClan warrior

  ☀︎ A stone faced chronically tired tortoiseshell with a heart of gold.​

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[BEEFANG]

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ — Beefang isn't public when it comes to her love for Moonbeam nor had it been announced to those within Riverclan that the two of them were mates, although, it isn't hard to put two and two together to figure that out. She isn't one to ask anyone for help in getting things for the pale furred molly or ever really spoke about her best friend turned lover to anyone not even her own littermates, the only brief talk of Moonbeam had been with Lichenstar during their walk and that itself had been brief. Perhaps Beefang had always been enamoured by Moonbeam since the two of them met and became friends but the bicolored molly would never know since she had dove directly into her training with her only focus on becoming a warrior as soon as possible. Maybe the feeling had began to bud when Moonbeam had taken a different path than her own and the brief separation from her best friend caused her to miss her more than a friend should.

If anyone else asked her how she knew that she loved the molly, Beefang could not tell them with a certain answer and each would be different. This thought passes in her mind when she sees Morningfrost sorting through a few shells and the black smoke approaches with curiosity etched in her facial features as both of her ears angle forward. What they say next about shells being a courting gift causes a small snort to leave her before speaking up with a ghost of a smile "Well, to each their own." Would Moonbeam care for shells? It makes her wonder only to feel her face beginning to grow hot knowing the very "disease" that plagues her and whenever she looked upon something, she'd ponder if her mate would want something akin to it.

"Shells and fish scales wouldn't be bad gifts. Or flowers... but they wilt over time." Beefang goes on with a nonchalant wave of her snowy paw and even if the flowers wilted in their shared nest, the warrior only went ahead to replace them while leaving the dried petals there. Sometimes said petals clung to her coat due to her being too lazy to brush them off with a paw, they oftentimes varied in color.

DROWN IN YOUR SORROW AND FEARS ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ CHOKE ON YOUR BLOOD AND YOUR TEARS

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  WARRIOR SKILLSET;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ HUNTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ COMBAT
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ SWIMMING
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING
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  ✦ a shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and a singular amber eye
  ✦ oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. distrusting of outsiders and will snap at you if y/c walks up to her on her blind side. all her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 14 moons old; ages the 10th every month
  ✦ asexual homoromantic; mated to moonbeam
  ✦ currently mentoring... roepaw ; formerly mentored by smokestar
  ✦ firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ✦ sister of cicadaflight and loveburn
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[EVENINGPAW]

What Morningfrost deems to be an annoying clack is music to Eveningpaw's ears; quite literally, if she really thinks about it, because the clattering of shells and other trinkets always produces something unique. It always depends on the size and style of the shell... and of course, one can never find an exact copy. Special, every single one of them, all around.

"Yeah! A lot of us love shells. Me included." Eveningpaw is quick to chime in, especially with Beefang's support. "Feathers, too." It is undeniable; how the addition comes with the knowledge of Lichenstar's favorite prey. Eveningpaw herself is not the biggest fan of them, even if they prove to be easy to find. They are so frail... easy to tear into when you're not looking.

Eveningpaw eyes the pile Morningfrost has collected. Impressive — he wishes to be doing literally anything else, by the looks of it, but Rockpaw has managed to convince his mentor anyway. "You know who Rockpaw might be crushing on?"
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[hazecloud]

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Like a morning fog Hazecloud rolled in from behind Eveningpaw, swishing her tail in slight interest to the pile Morningfrost was racking up with. Jagged edges, smooth round frames, rippled surfaces, each carrying a special feature that was sure to have some cat appreciate. The pale ribbons of color are exactly what Smokestar had named her eldest daughter after, so of course to see someone so flippantly disregard them brought about a defensive look from the deputy.

"That is very true, Eveningpaw. I don't know many RiverClanners that would insult gifts from the river." The misty-furred molly hummed without settling her gaze on Morningfrost, instead moving to inspect the pile herself. Maybe Shellpaw would like something new to freshen up whatever already lay at her nest, Pebblepaw, too.

"Courting gifts I normally see are stones that resemble the eye of your affection. But I wouldn't suggest entertaining an apprentice so deeply." Hazecloud glanced toward Eveningpaw in brief measurement and realized she would not know in this moment if her, or if any of her children saw any of their denmates as more than just that.

✿ ———— I'll be your regular mama ✿ ————— And I'll put that gun away

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  Hazecloud
  —⊰⋅ Deputy of RiverClan
  —⊰⋅ She/Her
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ LH blue smoke with green eyes.
  

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[Basspaw]

❝ CAN YOU SEE ME NOW? 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞



Basspaw watched from a distance as Morningfrost sifted through the pile of shells. A twinkling in his eye as he watched the light of the sun dance across the surface of the wet shells. "So pretty," Basspaw thought to himself. Basspaw had always loved shells, often placing them around where he slept, sometimes attributing shells he's collected to certain positive memories or moments in his life.

"I wonder what those shells are for" He thought, not thinking that Morningfrost would be the type to collect shells. Basspaw wasn't going to let his curiosity get the better of him and approach Morningfrost, Basspaw didn't like approaching new people at first. Though the young cat had no issues responding to new people, he was intimidated by the thought of the approach.

Basspaw slinked around the area, keeping his eyes on the gleaming shell pile. "Maybe they're a gift?" He said to himself, "I know I'd love to get gifted a pretty looking shell."

[penned by Amaterasu - 𓆞]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 THAT I'M SHINING LIKE A STAR ❞ ​

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  (( Basspaw ))
  
  
  ―Basspaw is a white and cream colored cat with mossy green eyes and a striped pattern​

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