camp PALISADES | moving nests

[FLINTWISH]

It feels too good to be true. Ashenfall, his best friend, now his mate — Flintwish had never imagined such fortune for himself. Is this what Chilledstar had hoped for him when they named him Flintwish? Is this what Smogstar meant when he told Flintwish to find a goal and chase it? He doesn't feel like he's chased much of anything. Ashenfall has always just been there, and though they had started off on rocky paws, he is glad to have finally... realized. Is that the right word?

He is too busy basking in the good feeling to realize what it means for his relationship with Smogstar — and with Applejaw, and Swansong, and all of Ashenfall's other siblings, too.

But StarClan, could anyone blame him? Flintwish smiles in earnest for the first time... maybe ever. He disassembles his nest in the warrior's den, white-dipped paws busily unweaving the lichen and moss and feathers, keeping what good of it remained, discarding the old material. I feel like shit when we're apart, Ashenfall had said, and Flintwish had agreed. I want to stay close to you. They could be close now — the imagined comfort of a shared nest could finally become real. The bright solar force of his joy keeps roaring anxiety at bay. Where he might once have pictured Starlingheart's wounds, Granitepelt's frothing madness, or Lilacfur's widowed, betrayed sadness, he sees only two blue-grey bodies entwined, sunlight dappling them through the briars. It's a good thing. And it's finally his.

Flintwish weaves the good material into Ashenfall's nest now, saying nothing. The mere action, combined with the soft smile on his muzzle is surely enough to communicate to prying eyes that some change has occurred. A change for the better, he hopes.

used to be one of the rotten ones ( and i liked you for that ) //

• ooc.
  
• FLINTWISH —— warrior of shadowclan, mentoring branchpaw . granitepelt x starlingheart . littermate to nettlepaw, ghostmask . mates with ashenfall ✦ penned by meghan
  
  ✦ a small, slate-blue tom with mismatched blue and green eyes. hard to approach and harder to enjoy, but beneath his spines he seems to have a good heart, and cares for his clanmates
  ✦ unlabeled gender / he, she, they pronouns / 15 moons & ages every 12th
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— will start fights / may flee / may show mercy. tends to fight dirty on account of granitepelt's teachings. will fight tooth and nail to win, as this is one of the few ways flintwish can prove his worth to himself
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are in character
  ✦ full biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

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[Wormwatcher]

✧*:.｡. Eyelids flutter open to reveal pale eyes, piercing in the dimness of the den. The sound of rustling from dried lichen and moss woke Wormwatcher from his uneasy slumber; it's midday and he did not expect any others to be in the den. It is unsurprising to Wormwatcher when his pale eyes follow Flintwish to Ashenfall's, carrying with him the materials he'd spare from his nest. It would be concerning if Wormwatcher did not hear murmurings of the pair's relationship development, he made it his prerogative to know these things. His angular face lifts from his own nest to watch with a strange detachment as Flintwish begins weaving a nest large enough for two.

"To new beginnings..." he mews, sarcasm heavy in his guarded voice. "...congratulations." Wormwatcher flicks his thin tail out his nest and gestures towards Flintwish and about the den grandly. Jealousy twists like a snake inside his gut, shown by the way his paws flex in his nest- small, meant for one- and tears at moss. These two are young, whelps in his eyes, and already they've got it all figured out. A bitter taste fills his mouth and he huffs, shifting around in his nest so his back is facing away from Flintwish.

"Just keep it down, would you?" Maybe he ought to get up and drag his nest across the den to Maggotfur's, maybe he would not feel so lonely even if it was all a charade. It'd be temporary, until she were inevitably herded to the nursery. When that happens, maybe he could follow in her pawsteps. Mockingbirdcry may bite him for attempting to seek refuge in the den, but it may be better than having to be around these two. He'd rather be around whining kits than the lovebirds. Jealousy, it was poison that he hated but also clawed for.

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• wormwatcher —— ✧*:.｡.shadowclan warrior, he/him, homosexual, 28 ☾, tags

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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Flintwish and Ashenfall were close, and always had been from what Snowlark had observed. Even though he was a new warrior, having entered the den when he spotted Flintwish moving his den next to Ashenfall which brought a gentle slight smile onto the tom's lip, but Wormwatcher's word made his head turn towards the other while a slight frown danced on Snowlark's face but he was quick to shake that off before deciding to approach the older warrior with a slight nod. "Congrats to you two" he said warmly before tilting his head into attention towards Wormwatcher.

"Something on your mind, Wormwatcher?" he asked with a sharp tone in his voice. What gotten into the older warrior that he seemd so bugged over something so joyous as Flintwish and Ashenfall's new relationship? Hadn't it been an obvious thing that was coming for a long time? So why the sour attude? Perhaps there was something Snowlark would not understand if fretting over being in a relationship or...finding someone. If it was meant to happen then it would happen, stuff like that would take time and there isn't much one should...worry about, he supposed.

He kept his yellow gaze on the older warrior as he awaited a reponse from him, ears perked forward slightly. How lonely did one feel to get upset at one's new relationship that there seemingly was an attempt to sour the mood. Shouldn't they all be celebrating the newly formed couple? Either way, Snowlark felt happy for Ashenfall and Flintwish's new status within each other, even if it was something that was long forseen to come.

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  Snowlark ❄ He/Him, warrior of Shadowclan, 12 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
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  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
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[MIRESTAR]

The warriors' den feels awfully crowded for the time of day. Mirepurr had thought this to be the perfect time for a bit of clean-up; their nest had felt odd last night, a bit dry in places and itchy in others, so they must rake their claws through it to find the outdated bits, to switch those out for new ones. Wormwatcher's striped pelt had been odd to see, but Mirepurr did not comment; merely turned down the volume of their project and decided to pick up the pace. The sooner they are out of the grumpy warrior's hair, the better.

Evidently, not everyone escapes his wrath. Mirepurr almost misses the whole ordeal — Flintwish and his newfound duty to move his nest around. When they finally notice it, they stop mid-swipe to stare at the pair; pair, yes, because that sort of closeness must transcend simple friendship. If Lilacfur comes to mind, Mirepurr pretends not to notice that either.

"They've been pretty quiet, if you ask me," they purr, amusement lightly enunciating their tone in response to Wormwatcher. Mirepurr doesn't miss the opportunity to not only nod a greeting to Snowlark, but to communicate through eye contact alone; something along the lines of "huh, someone is awfully cranky today, no?"

Despite the sourness radiating from their fellow warrior, Mirepurr offers their own good wishes to Flintwish and Ashenfall. "Congratulations! How exciting." Young love... perhaps if Mirepurr had spent more time on mundane apprentice matters, they would have dabbled in it too.
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[THRASHERTHROAT]

જ➶ They aren't much paying attention to the humdrum that is going on around them. There eyes heavy lidded as they fight the dozing want to take a nap before they are inevitably marked to go out for another patrol. They are sure that no matter what it would be good to get some kind of rest in as they would not like to be half awake and meet an unfortunate in stepping on a skunk. The thought brings a playful smile to their muzzle, but their gaze slowly opens and lingers on Flintwish as he goes about fixing another clanmates nest. Ashenfall. Oh right, right, that little smile upon his maw tells them enough for them to realize what kind of connection that they have and they find it sort of strange. They can not understand it and perhaps that is odd of them. Love has always escaped them and perhaps it is fear. They think back to what they had done to Spider. An uncomfortable feeling spills across their chest that they deem to ignore for now and perhaps forever. Instead they move their attention on to Worm who does not seem too happy about the circumstances.

"Perhaps he is lonely...." Their voice whispers across the den where they glance to their sibling with a light curiosity. Though it is not any of their business they enjoy Wormwatcher's company. They seem them as a good colleague and even something close to a friend. Shifting they feline arches their back before they get up and move across the den. With a lightness they plop right down beside Wormwatcher then, going so far as to longue and then drape themselves over the other. "There I fixed the problem." Then those odd eyes of their's shifts to Flintwish and they chuckle gentle. "You two make a great pair. Congratulations." ​

 

[Ternfrost.]

WONDERED WHAT IT'S LIKE TO
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maggotfur ♛ 21 moons ♛ female ♛ she/her ♛ shadowclan queen ​

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Maggotfur enters the den later then the rest - only catching snippets of conversation, but the sight that graces her eyes is an easy enough one to piece together. Frown flits across her face, muzzle wrinkled. " You, " she starts, vice as dull as ever despite the distaste so clearly written across her face. " - have awul taste in mates, " she tells flintwish. Nothing against starlinghearts offspring of course - no, t's ashenfall she can't hardly stand. Its not exactly a secret - he's always irked her, with his actions towards Halfsun so many moons ago, and with most recent confrontation in mind she only dislikes him more.

Still, she does nothing more then sigh, instead focusing on the far more pressing problem - eyes narrowing upon Thrasherthroat. " And you.... seem to have forgotten where your nest is, " theres a flash of irritation now - and honestly she blames it on the hormones. Still, even if this isn't love - surely, she can be selfish this once? Isn't that what normal mates would do?

With heavy thud, she plops herself down into her own nest, and with vibrant eyes glittering in amusement, she silently beckons wormwatcher with her tail. " mhm... yeah, congratulations I guess, " she echoes Mirepurr half-heartedly. Whatever - it's none of her business anyways.

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[FLINTWISH]

Flintwish has received congratulations only a few times in his life. His apprenticeship, his warrior ceremony, and... now. It feels strange, really, and as soon as the first words roll from Wormwatcher's lips to Flintwish's ears, he feels them burn with sharp, stabbing embarrassment. But I'm not embarrassed, he thinks, to no success. His ears burn regardless, a reminder of the eyes on him — and soon a chorus is rising up around him. Congratulations, most of them say, and Flintwish pauses his work to choke out some kind of response. He is unsuccessful in this endeavor. Wormwatcher's scolding has pricked his burning ears.

"Excuse me?" he sputters back, bicolor eyes narrowing just slightly. Snowlark is quick to scold the warrior, even if that scolding is disguised as an earnest question, but Flintwish's indignation has an impressive half-life. It fizzes in his chest like bees. He has a good thing, but ShadowClan is a place where good things go to die, isn't it? It always has been. No. No. No, he reminds himself, trying to be firm in his conviction to have a good moment. It's whatever. It's fine. And so it is whatever, and it is fine. Flintwish shoots Wormwatcher a final look, lip quirked with his derision, before returning more happily to his other clanmates.

In truth, he had not thought this christening to be as obvious as it now seems to be, but maybe his clanmates pay more attention to him than he gives them credit for. "Um, thanks," Flintwish mumbles to Snowlark, and then to Mirepurr, who he quietly appreciates for their defense, and then to Thrasherthroat, who might be making things totally worse by draping themselves over Wormwatcher, but is kind regardless. But dissent is quick to find him again. Maggotfur enters the den, and Flintwish's ears angle backwards as she insults his taste.

"Does anyone here know, like, when to keep their mouth shut?" he breathes through his teeth, muzzle split into a humorless grin, "or do you know and, like, not care...?" He pauses his weaving, dual-toned eyes narrowing as Maggotfur continues to lounge in front of him. And he can't stop her, he supposes, but it feels like such an insult to just... let it slide. His new happiness is in danger of being shredded. Flintwish is tired of taking it laying down. Congratulations I guess, she sighs, and the warrior's own muzzle wrinkles now. "Yeah, whatever," he dismisses, fangs poking into view from from behind black lips.

But the ire does not dissipate. There is a dam inside of him, one that has kept happiness and content and warm fuzzies locked behind mountains of stone and sticks and mud. Wormwatcher and Maggotfur are certainly not the first to aid in its construction; they will not be the last, either, but today the current surges. Rapids spit over the brim, hot and angry steam, and Flintwish feels the force of his anger in one million atmospheres of pressure, ten-thousand leagues under the sea. ShadowClan has always been like this, and maybe it would never change. With bristling shoulders, the young warrior assesses his project. Done enough.

"Stars. You guys have fun being miserable," he growls through a facetious grin, and with a half-grateful glance to those who had congratulated him in earnest, Flintwish makes his exit.

used to be one of the rotten ones ( and i liked you for that ) //

• ooc. out!
  
• FLINTWISH —— warrior of shadowclan, mentoring branchpaw . granitepelt x starlingheart . littermate to nettlepaw, ghostmask . mates with ashenfall ✦ penned by meghan
  
  ✦ a small, slate-blue tom with mismatched blue and green eyes. hard to approach and harder to enjoy, but beneath his spines he seems to have a good heart, and cares for his clanmates
  ✦ unlabeled gender / he, she, they pronouns / 15 moons & ages every 12th
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— will start fights / may flee / may show mercy. tends to fight dirty on account of granitepelt's teachings. will fight tooth and nail to win, as this is one of the few ways flintwish can prove his worth to himself
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are in character
  ✦ full biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

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[Wormwatcher]

✧*:.｡. Snowlark's sharp tone, Mirepurr, Thrasherthroat throwing himself upon him. It is all too much for Wormwatcher. The tom had turned away from the 'congratulations committee', and dismissed himself from it all when Thrasherthroat decides to lounge upon him. Yes, a good spirited gesture and perhaps Wormwatcher would've leaned into another's touch him, begged forgiveness for his grouchiness to Flintwish... had it not been for Thrasherthroat's assumption that Wormwatcher is lonely.

His nostrils flare, ears flattening against his skull in anger as he squirms from beneath his counterpart and paces away, trying to put distance between himself and the one who invaded his space. He would forgive such a suggestion of being lonely, in time, but not at this moment. It fueled that familiar pang in his chest and echoed in his large ears- he knew it were true... Wormwatcher's about to stalk out of the den and leave Flintwish alone- I'm disgusting... to take away their happiness... -when Maggotfur gestures for him to come.

Not entirely lonely, that's right. Wormwatcher has... Maggotfur. With robotic-like movement he pads towards the she-cat, pale eyes flashing a sharp glare towards Thrasherthroat. I'm not lonely. He steps into her nest and arranges his long limbs so he lays with his back pressed against the edge of the nest. The tom's heart still flutters with anger beneath his ribcage and his tail slaps the well-trodden floor of the den but he flashes a half-hearted, downturned smile to Maggotfur. Quickly, he ceases his persistent beating of his tail to curl it around Maggotfur's, angular head looking over his shoulder to snap, "I'm not lonely. I have Maggotfur... bye-bye, Flintwish. Thanks, I'll be miserable with Maggotfur." The fiery tom turns back towards Maggotfur and rests his chin into the crook of her neck. He'd like to take a miserable nap now.

✧*:.｡. shapes and colors are all i see

• ooc–out ;;) it's naptime now
  
• wormwatcher —— ✧*:.｡.shadowclan warrior, he/him, homosexual, 28 ☾, tags

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