no angst ON THE WALL – short posts thread

[SCORCHSTORM]

Scorchpaw is no stranger to accessorizing, but today it seems she has undertaken an ambitious endeavor. The girl has with her a bundle of stalks, each tipped with a particularly colorful flower, which she seems to be attempting to weave into some chain for wearing-- but her paws are hardly dextrous enough to complete the task. Face creased with frustration, Scorchpaw continues the task anyway.​

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[SOOTSPOT]

"Uh... what is it you are doing?" Sootspot's head gave a quaint little tilt towards the newer apprentice, brows twitching in a thinly concealed confusion. His interest in flowers had waned over his apprenticeship - he was no Medicine Cat, and there was little reason to invest time into things that could not be taught. Yet, Scorchpaw didn't seem to be chewing them into poultices or experimenting on other young apprentices, she was doing something that made the tufted ears of the blue cat twist backward in frustration. 'How disappointing she is not learning how to be a WindClanner'.


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[LUCKYPAW]

It's the bright colors that catch Luckypaw's attention, and he finds himself pausing near his sister to watch in wide-eyed interest as she attempts to patch the various plants together. Much more appealing than messing around with bugs, in his opinion, though just like Sootspot the apprentice has to admit he's not really sure what's going on. "Maybe I could help, too?" he asks, waving a paw - after all, working in the tunnels requires subtle abilities, even if he's still learning.​

[ PENNED BY HIJINKS ]​

 

[cottonsprig]

Cottonpaw stands in beside her older sibling, warily eyeing the blooms Scorchpaw has. She doesn't see any of use to the medicine den - though admittedly, her training is so new, she's unsure if she can properly assume such. Regardless, she offers the mottled apprentice a smile, responding to Sootspot with a, "I've watched Whitepaw braid flower stems into chains before." Her tail twitches as she focuses again on Scorchpaw, and perhaps soon Luckypaw's, task. ​

 

[Thriftfeather]

Fascination draws Thriftpaw in closer, a butterfly to a flower's heady scent. Scorchpaw doesn't create with grace, but with a clumsy determination that sets Thriftpaw's mouth into a subtle smile. He likes flowers and he likes grass. Thriftpaw likes the thought of pretty things, "Can I try?" Thriftpaw asks before doubt prevent him.​

WINDCLAN APPRENTICE ✦ GOLDEN TABBY TOM ✦ 6 MOONS​

 

[Addervenom]

Life doesn't discriminate

Amber eyes lazily rake over the floral braid Scorchpaw busied herself with. There are no words of wisdom he can offer the younger apprentice on the hobby she has taken up. If she were looking for sparring or battle tips, well, that would have been a different story. Mismatched paws bring him to Cottonpaw's side, his gaze resting on her with a flicker of muddled surprise. "Have you not attempted making one before?" He would have thought such a thing to be right up the blue molly's alley. It was a small jest of course, but one that bloomed from a bit of seriousness. ​

Between the sinners and the saints​

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[SCORCHSTORM]

Were she to hear Sootspot's thoughts, she might snap at him with jaws like a dog's; she is a WindClanner through and through, and she would argue that her clanmates should not think of her as anything but. But she can't glean his musings from his reaction alone, and so when he asks what she is doing, she offers a simple glance up and away from her work: "Weaving." Or, at least, trying to. Luckypaw offers his help, as does Thriftpaw, and Cottonpaw and Adderpaw both speak of her daisy chain as if they've made one million before. Maybe they'd do it better than she could, but she wants to make her own. She passes a few flowers to her sibling and to Thriftpaw, ears flicking. "You have to make them into a chain to put in your fur." It's sort of hard, she thinks, though she doesn't say as much. Her clumsy weaving must say it for her.​

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[VENOMSTRIKE]

( ) Next to approach is Venomstrike and his buttercup eyes would turn to see Scorchpaw was trying to weave something together, both of his ears perking forward with interest. His large paws carrying him forward and dipping his head in greeting to all of those there, he casts Sootspot a quick glance at what he said before focusing on the young apprentices once more and hums lightly "It seems that you're getting the h-hang of it," The moor runner encourages as he takes a seat nearby deciding that he was interested to see what the final result would look like. ​

( ME GUSTA LA MAÑANA; ME GUSTAS TÚ )

 

[cottonsprig]

She looks towards Adderpaw with a teasing expression, "Mmm, maybe once or twice. Whitepaw's the one who taught me - maybe she can teach you, too," Cottonpaw brings her visual attention back to the trio beginning to weave, but not without murmuring, "StarClan knows the two of you are attached at the hip. Hey!" she pitches her tone up right at the end, pointing a paw towards Scorchpaw's work and agreeing with Venomthroat, "Yeah, just try pulling that stem around... that way, maybe. Try to tighten them a bit, too."​

 

[SEDGEPOUNCE]

Weaving's not exactly an unheard of passtime. He genuinely doesn't understand what all the hubbub is about it, but there's always someone who gets all huffy whenever someone isn't hunting, or running, or fighting, or being grouchy all around camp. Y'know, WindClanner activities. Today it's Sootspot. Tomorrow, who knows?

Sedgepaw is in good spirits when he wanders over, listening and watching as the crowd coaches Scorchpaw on how to braid. Sedge's never tried any crafting like that before. He doesn't reach for any flowers now. "'S like repairing the nursery, or the gorse wall," he surmises, based on Cottonpaw's instructions alone. Maybe that'd convince all the nay-sayers that it was worthwhile practice.​

 

[SNAKEHISS]

Speaking of cats who got all worked up over seemingly harmless pastimes... here came Snakehiss to help rain on the parade. "Almost," The young warrior chimes in with a snort after Sedgepaw's comment, before adding, "Except there is no point to... whatever this is." Imagine if they all spent as much effort in repairing and fortifying the structures in camp! WindClan would be impenetrable. Instead, they'd rather just sit around like ignorant, cotton-headed little kittens and play with flowers.

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  ✰ SNAKEHISS
  —— he/him; warrior ( moor runner ) of windclan
  —— bisexual; single; not looking
  —— long-limbed black tom with green eyes, a small white chest patch, and a notable bite mark on his right foreleg
  —— "speech", thoughts, attack
  —— link to full tags; @ on discord for plots.
  —— penned by beatles

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