oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree [open]

[QUILLSTRIKE]

IF THE POINT'S TO NEVER DISAPOINT YOU, SOMEBODY'S GOT TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO​

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”I did not agree to this.” he informed them the third time, though again, he made no actual attempt to stop the kit from weaving moss into his fur as he worked on patching up a hole in the nursery wall.

The scrap of fur had caught sight of the bluejay feathers woven into his neck fur and had apparently been inspired to turn him into some kind of moss monsters or something– unless this was their version of making something ‘pretty; in which case he wasn’t sure how to break it to them that they might need to look for a career elsewhere.

”You're gonna ruin your nest.” he informed them as he worked, letting out a near silent huff of amusement when they happily chipped back ”So? You’ll fix it- you’re always in here fixing things.”

”Brat.” he admonished, no real heat behind it as he gently flicked them his tail.

They weren’t wrong. Quill was good at fixing things, an unexpected set of skills that came from a prolonged apprenticeship under a mentor who understood the importance of a good foundation. It was something the towering, scarred chimera had come to appreciate himself- the kind of quiet simplicity he’d always had a fondness for. Weaving nests, patching holes, working the knots out of fur, plucking the feathers off a bird- he could do it all and with an impressive level of skill for a cat who looked like he was suited best for driving out rogues and bringing down large prey.

OOC- feel free to be the kit that's 'decorating' Quill!

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skyclan - male - 31 months (Feb 17th) - Twitchbolts mate - a very tall, muscular chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars. has bluejay feathers woven like spikes along his spine and neck.

 

[TWITCHBOLT]

Despite Quillstrike's brute strength, which he certainly loved about him, he also admired in his mate his affinity for the completely mundane. Anyone else would huff and puff about weaving walls, about upkeep, but Quillstrike found enough solace in it to do it willingly. And he trucked on despite being bothered... and it was quite adorable, really, the way his flat voice pretended to admonish the kitten that decorated him, the way he lowly warned of no real danger.

And Twitchbolt often felt joy in watching Quillstrike, he had to admit... at least, admit to himself. And possibly to his made, in cover of night... but like many of their affections, it was something he would keep close to his chest, cherished within his ribs. It was all regarded for himself, that beauty in him.

"I think it's a good look on you, dude," Twitchbolt told his mate, nearing- he flicked Quillstrike with a crooked tail, and there was a crooning purr in his voice that was flooded near-completely with affection. A sight like this, it softened his heart in some indescribable way- tiny paws pushing into the dark of Quillstrike's fur, and him keeping his focus completely on his dull, noble duty. Something adoring lit in Twitchbolt's eyes- he was unable to hide the love in his voice as he murmured, "Should I match you, like we match our feathers?"​

penned by pin ✧​