pafp NOTHING FOR JUICE | fur decorating

[CUCKOOKIT]

Cuckookit had taken a liking to feathers recently. The kitten enjoyed their splendiferous colors as they burst through the monotonous alabaster, like plumules of ripe fruit through mistral muse, though the young one hardly knew what fruit or flowers or anything beyond the winter was. This had been their first introduction to new-leaf, then, even if they only knew the other seasons as distant, fogbound realms of queen's tales. They knew one thing for sure - that they could not wait until the spring would flush through the winter, but he had already grown comfortable with the biting cold that shook through their hollow form. If it was life forever, then they would be alright with it, they supposed. They trotted through Skyclan camp with a few grouse's feathers within his snowmound-round maw, as the sunkissed browns and yellows came abloom from his own blue smoke patterns, stems of spring's passion cut from its pocket. They wanted to decorate someone else's fur - they had attempted to do it to themselves, though the rounded ends of the feathers simply fell from churning-sea fur. So, they had gone on a self-imposed mission to see these feathers through. After wading through the snow that only lightly dusted their longhaired pelt, they spotted their perfect victim. A cream-colored molly sat alone, as though she waited for someone in particular. Or, perhaps she did not. Cuckookit could never tell.

"Cah you leh me decoh-ate youh fuh?" He spoke to a somewhat familiar kitten with his mouth full of feathers, though he persisted like a remontant garden, a persistent thing crafted of eiderdown and bird-bone. They trotted up to the lone kit, crown held high to display his prize. Icy-blue eyes seemed to say "pretty please" with each flutter of fictitious eyelashes and rounding of pupils.

( Please wait for @Fawnkit~ ! )​

 

[Fawnpaw~]

[ ༻ 𓆩✧𓆪 ༺ ] Fawnkit had always enjoyed the past time of decorating his fur, he was always the kind that tried to make his fur look nice, and threaded with flower petals to two feathers on the base of his tail. Today the boy had been focused on re-threading bits of his fur decorations when the form of little Cuckookit came to view with what seems like a good collection of feathers before the words came from the kit's maw making him gently hum as a soft chuckle slipped from his maw and he nodded.

"Of course you can!! I can also decorate yours if you want" he warmly expressed before settling himself into a comfortable position for Cuckookit to reach and thread accessories into his fawn fur, bi-color eyes softly focusing on the other kit while he thought what would go well into the other's fur, Fawnkit's plumed tail swishing softly while he thought it through. If only he could pester an apprentice or warrior to go hunting for some white flower for Cuckookit, yet what was presented in the moment now could work as well.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You can t be caught you ll never fall ──┐‎

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  Fawnkit 𓆩✧𓆪 He/Him, Kit of Skyclan, 5 moons.
  ⭃ Fluffy Fawn with low white with bi-colored eyes (Blue and Yellow)
  ⭃ NPC x NPC
  ⭃ 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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[Cherryblossom]

It'd never been feathers that'd caught Cherryblossom's eye. Auburnflame had given her one on the eve of her apprenticeship, but it'd been the loss that spurned his gift she liked better. Of course, she'd liked flowers before Spiderpaw came around and taught her to be a real artisan with them.

These moons, she mostly just wears her hyacinths out of habit. The butterfly wing Scorchstorm had given her lies dilapidated and carefully buried in her nest; at times forgotten, and at others excavated and nestled in her ear by Eggbounce's practiced paws. She's barely had time to herself between the blizzard and the lost warriors and her own aches; it's all she can do to keep herself presentable, though that was still a higher bar than most of SkyClan.

Her sister's kit and Fawnkit earn a modicum of respect for wanting to do the same. Fawnkit, maybe especially—rogueborns like Slate and Silversmoke tended towards the polar opposite, but maybe that's because they came in late.

She pauses near the pair, stopped mid-way between her nest and the meager fresh-kill pile. "I think you two would look better with flowers," she announces. After all, feathers were from stinking, dead animals. Then, she tilts her head. "Oh, mmmm... I guess you guys wouldn't really, like, know about flowers 'cause it's Leaf-bare. Whatever, carry on." She flicks her flame-spotted tail, a rare smile creeping up on her face.​

 

[Chickbloom]

It was the one - probably only - thing that Chickbloom and Cherryblossom had in common, a fascination with flowers. For the former kittypet, it was like a replacement. Weeds and stems were the closest thing to the yarn he'd spent so much time toying with in his solitude. Knots, rings, necklaces, crowns, there was no end to what a cat could accomplish with what littered the forest floor.

"I agree with…w-with Cherryblossom." Chickbloom announced as he padded forwards, slight stutter the result of the sheer strangeness of the words that just left his mouth. It felt wrong, like saying he was leader of Skyclan instead of her mother. Shaking the syllables away (and briefly wondering how the two could possibly be related) the coward crouched down, dinnerplate eyes watching the kits at work. "As - as soon as the s-snow melts, I c-can m-make you two some pretty - p-pretty things out of flowers. Would - w-would you like that?"

Chickbloom didn't believe he had an eye for decoration or aesthetics, egg-battered fur never especially well-groomed, but the boy did like to keep his paws busy. If that could bring joy to the kits, then all the better.​