pafp RAINBOW RIVER ❀ decorating

[DROPLETKIT]

Um... Willowroot, can you pretty please get me some flowers? They had asked earlier, wanting some like Shellpaws and other apprentices and warriors that use them as decoration. Willowroot, kind as she is, happily agreed and left quickly to get some. Ever since Willowroot had departed from camp, they lay splayed out in the shade, watching the camp with squinted eyes.

They perk up as soon as they see the familiar black smoke heading towards them with a bundle of pinks and purples, a welcome sight. They like brighter things, because when their eyes water, its easier to see them. This makes them very happy. Willowroot makes them very happy! "Yayyy! Yayyyyy! Thank you, Willowroot!" the ivory kit cheers, hopping up and down excitedly as Willowroot drops the bundle of flowers in front of them. They extend their nose to sniff it, reeling back and sneezing before a thought crosses their mind. "Um..." their words catch in their throat, suddenly embarrassed to ask any more of the warrior... But they really, really want to look pretty like Shellpaw... And they know that a lot of other cats decorate themselves, too. Droplet thinks they're all soooo pretty when they have flowers woven in to their fur, or they adorn themselves with shells or scales. "Can- Can you help make me pretty...? Um, pretty please...?" they're eager to use the manners taught to them, voice slightly hushed, looking up at Willowroot through wide pink eyes. Stars, Dropletkit wouldn't even know how to start!

𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖮𝖭 𝖮𝖴𝖳, 𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖠𝖸 ݁˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚ 𝖫𝖤𝖳 𝖴𝖲 𝖲𝖤𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖧𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖨𝖭 𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖣𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖬𝖲

• pls wait for @willowroot to respond!
• ❥ dropletkit
  ❥ afab demi-girl .☘︎ ݁˖ she/they .☘︎ ݁˖ 2 months
  ❥ riverclan kit .☘︎ ݁˖ adopted by claythorn & otterbite
  ❥ fluffy albino she-kit with dusty rose colored eyes .☘︎ ݁˖ very soft & fuzzy
  ❥ "speech, F3C4C5" .☘︎ ݁˖ thoughts
  ❥ single .☘︎ ݁˖ too young to consider love
  ❥ smells like flowers & milk .☘︎ ݁˖ distant nostalgia
  ❥ penned by chuff

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[willowroot]

( ☾ ) a quiet hum of song accompanies the sweet melodies of the green-leaf birds as the smoke ghost-tabby makes her way back to camp. clutched between pearly fangs is a bundle of hazy pink and pale purple flowers. the request rings in her mind, a sweet voice quietly seeking decoration. willowroot had been happy to venture out to the meadows to pick some for the young child, and she returns now, the image of soft white fur splashed through with color propelling her forward. verdant eyes find the pale pelt of dropletkit, and a smile will break out on her face. "heya!" she greets, mumbled around the mouthful of blooms. placing them carefully at the girl's paws, the feline draws back, awaiting judgement.

the soft pink eyes glimmer with joy, a declaration of "yayyy" accompanying it, and willowroot will let out a purr. "the pink ones are called meadowsweet, and the purple ones are violets," she explains, bending to speak to the child at her level. a shy request comes next, eyes widening and glittering in the pleading way kits often do. "of course i can, sweetheart!" how lovely that dropletkit has already adopted riverclan customs, and how well mannered the girl is becoming! willowroot must mention to claythorn how polite her little girl is. "we'll make you the prettiest girl in all of the clans." sorry poppysplash, she thinks humorously.

slender paws reach to pluck up one of the pink flowers, and gently weaves it into the kitten-soft fur. her humming song returns as she works, delicately placing each blossom in a special spot, securing them with deft claws.

THE ECHOING HYMN ☾ OF MY FELLOW PASSERINE

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  WILLOWROOT ☾ SHE / THEY, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN. MENTORING MIDNIGHTPAW. PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a long-haired black smoke oriental with sage-green eyes. smoky long fur coats the length of willowroot's lithe body, cut through with dark ghost stripes. friendly sage green eyes that narrow in an almond shape, and her muzzle and limbs are thin and long due to her oriental heritage.
  
  
  
  

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[BLACKKIT]

Radiant excitement rings across the camp, the early leaffall air carrying such infinite joy that brings the attention of Blackkit who slowly pads over in curiosity about Dropletkit's delight. A gasp escapes her at the pretty pinks and purples, their lingered scents of soft soothing life present. Blackkit's ears perk at the realization Dropletkit appears to be interested in self-decorating akin to how Shellpaw did it to herself. The apprentice is indeed very pretty with the flower on her head, a placed upon kind kiss from motherly nature.

She watches Willowroot place flowers into the softest white furs, amazed at how much ease is seen in the motion. "Wow..." Blackkit gently marvels at her fine weaving skill and the sweet metamorphosis of Dropletkit's appearance. An urge builds in her: To ask a nearby warrior— maybe even Blackwater or Ravendusk— about helping adorn the pink and pretty pieces on her black spots, like she will evolve into something beyond her tragic scars and ghosts. Although her reaching forepaw hesitates and falls instead it meeting a plant.

It is a merciful act; this beautiful blossom will die if she touches it.

Blackkit shuffles her paws, then scoots over to the side to give the others some space, as they so deserve. ( She thinks hearing hushed whispers and sharp giggles, a mockery slowly unravelling, but she doesn't want to search. She doesn't want to look back and find herself in that dark place again— I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm s— ) "You look prettier already, Dropletkit..." she whispers a compliment before she tries to smile at the kit, but her gaze quickly fixates on her restless forepaws that seek a pity exit, feeling loneliest.
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[DROPLETKIT]

Meadowsweet and violets, Willowroot calls them. Her eyes sparkle in wonder as she looks over them, ears swiveled back in sheer curiosity. How pretty they were, especially so the uh... Meadowsweets! Thats what Willowroot called them, Droplet commits to their memory which one was which. They gentle bat at the stems of the meadowsweet, admiring how soft it feels against the pads of their paws. They want more, maybe Claythorn would agree to line the nest with them?

Of course I can, sweetheart, and Dropletkit turns from the flowers and absolutely beams. "Thank you Willowroot! Thank you, thank you!" stubby legs stomp around in triumph and excitement before they settle down to let Willowroot work their magic, practically vibrating in excitement. As Willowroot works, it lulls them in to a drowzy state, eyes shutting in content.

They hear the awed gasp of Blackkit somewhere and they blink open their eyes, turning gently to look at Willowroots handiwork. The purples and pinks were very pretty and... Dropletkit feels a little bashful at this. You look prettier already, Dropletkit, their eyes flit up from where she watches Willowroot, already watery against the emotions that begin to bubble in her chest. "Really?" their voice is twinged with a shy note, ear-tips hot at the notion. Something flutters in their chest, wings to a butterfly battering the sides and they turn their head away for just a second.

When they turn back, their resolve seems to sharpen as Blackkit seems a little wary to come any closer. "D- Do you want to be decorated too, Black-kit?" she cannot help a lulling purr as Willowroot works through their fur with swift and graceful claws. "I can be a very good decorator." never-mind that this is a lie and Dropletkit hadn't even known how to do this until Willowroot showed up... But Dropletkit could certainly try!

𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖮𝖭 𝖮𝖴𝖳, 𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖠𝖸 ݁˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚ 𝖫𝖤𝖳 𝖴𝖲 𝖲𝖤𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖧𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖨𝖭 𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖣𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖬𝖲

• ❥ dropletkit
  ❥ afab demi-girl .☘︎ ݁˖ she/they .☘︎ ݁˖ 2 months
  ❥ riverclan kit .☘︎ ݁˖ adopted by claythorn & otterbite
  ❥ fluffy albino she-kit with dusty rose colored eyes .☘︎ ݁˖ very soft & fuzzy
  ❥ "speech, F3C4C5" .☘︎ ݁˖ thoughts
  ❥ single .☘︎ ݁˖ too young to consider love
  ❥ smells like flowers & milk .☘︎ ݁˖ distant nostalgia
  ❥ penned by chuff

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[Magpiepaᴡ]

〔✦〕Flower decorating, pelt decorating in general, hadn’t been something they ever really joined in on but yet from where they sat watching- it gave them an idea. The black and white cat got up before hurrying to the apprentices’ den for what could be the last time and returned a few moments later. Magpiepaw padded up to the gathered group of Dropletkit, Willowroot and Blackkit, before setting down what they carried in their jaw, “It is not a flower of any kind, but I feel it is pretty?” It questions as it paws at what they had brought from their own nest.

Magpiepaw had brought over some feather they’d picked from various birds over the last few moons like robins, swallows and so on as well as some shells and a few pieces of bones from different animals. It looks begrudged and annoyed on its facial features, but inside they were hoping the others would like them, “I think this robin feather will go well with the flowers you’ve picked, Dropletkit,” They state rather evenly, tone blank of emotion and they lash their tail behind them slightly.

They were never any good at interacting with kits, and it showed heavily in their awkward words and stature. Still, they look to Willowroot for a moment before nudging a shell over with a paw, “And this shell maybe?-” Though Blackkit speaks up about looking so pretty already and it gives a breathy half-chuckle, and Dropletkit offers to decorate them too. This..this was fun.

mirrors start to whisper ( shadows start to sing ) //

• ooc.
  
• MAGPIEPAW —— Warrior of Riverclan , mentored by Hawkcloud . MINNOWFANG x NEWTTHROAT . littermate to Gladefrost, Frecklepaw ✦ penned by wolfie
  ✦ AMAB Agender Androgynous / it/they / 12 moons & ages 23ʳᵈ
  ✦ single / demisexual lesbian monogamist / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— dirty fighter, will fight to win
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
• reference image here
  

  a long haired black cat with white on its back, front legs and tail tip with blue eyes.

  
  

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[claythorn]

Claythorn had eyes for all of her kits- she kept them all on watch, even if they were split amongst the confines of camp. Though, she couldn't help but keep a special eye on Dropletkit- their fur was blindingly white in the sun, and she was still concerned about the soft sneeze she had heard in the nursery the other day. She's returning from a short walk outside of camp and thanking her escort just as she notices two things: one, someone peer-aged to her daughter is complimenting her, and Magpiepaw doesn't sound all that happy to be there.

However, the third thing she notices smooths the rocky emotions already forming in her gut. Willowroot stands near the kit, gifting her charms to wear in her pelt, and helping her place them. A breath leaves her, and she slowly pads over, settled down next to Dropletkit regardless of who might've stood between her and her young. Studious eyes scan the pelt of Dropletkit, before moving back to her face, a small smile finding her muzzle.

"It looks marvelous, my little raindrop." Claythorn rumbles, licking her kit on her head before standing back straight, warm expression cooling just a hint as it moves towards Willowroot. ".. Thank you, for bringing her these." She murmurs. While her expression had cooled just a hint, it wasn't necessarily icy. No, it was just back to typical Claythorn-guardedness, if not just a hint thawed past that. Her words were genuine, however, upfront that she did feel gratitude to the other for gifting Dropletkit with the decorations.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ┌── THOSE FIVES WORDS IN MY HEAD ⋅❁⋅ YOU SAID ILL NEVER LET YOU GO! ──┐‎

• "speech"
  

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• CLAYTHORN she/her, queen of riverclan, sixteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate torbie with mismatched golden eyes, scars across her right cheek and over her left ear. cold exterior and threatening glares, built for stamina/battle and not swimming (tall/muscled)
  ⭃ mentored by darkbranch (npc) / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ mated to otterbite / / mother to dark-kit, onyxkit, sparrowkit, eelkit, dropletkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[BLACKKIT]

"D- Do you want to be decorated too, Blackkit?"

Through the vicious haunting, a purr breaks the darkness that has been hovering over the fragile mind. Blackkit's soft gaze lifts and finds the delicate bashfulness in Dropletkit's existence, a presence of warm dawn, that is touched by her compliment. She stares, trying to process the inquiry, and her body tenses slightly when she realizes Droppetkit is inviting her to be decorated along. As shared her peer is a good decorator, Blackkit gazes back at the flowers and heat builds in her sweet cheeks. She wants to be pretty too.

"I'd - I'd love to be, please," as if this is one of the most honourable things to partake in, Blackkit slowly approaches closer to Dropletkit with awe. Their mother arrives and a meek smile is offered to Claythorn as a polite form of greeting. She returns her attention to Dropletkit and allows the other to decorate across her spotted pelt. These amber eyes Blackkit bear, they begin to sting from unexplained emotions. She never got to do this to herself, or with other individuals. She's doing this and nothing burns in the end.

She's free.

"Thank you so much, Dropletkit, for making me look as prettiest as you," Blackkit whispers her softest gratitude, shy, though every word of her line only brings more light to the serene atmosphere. The invitation seems such a small gesture, but to her, it means everything. More surprise courses through Blackkit when Magpiepaw awkwardly offers her and Dropletkit a special piece to adore themselves with. Amazed like she has never seen a shell before, Blackkit carefully takes the shell from them and places it on her head.

A giggle escapes her and she can breathe better again. "Wahhh, and thank you so much, Magpiepaw! I love ittt! Come, come— You too, Dropletkit!" While mentally noting that she will gift something for Dropletkit and Magpiepaw as a personal thank you for this special memory, Blackkit gestures them both to lower themselves. She places a meadowsweet over Dropletkit's head then a violet on Magpiepaw's, a flower piece most fitting for each one. "Yay! Now, we're all pretty! We're the PrettyClan!"

Blackkit laughs louder, her joy the brightest light that is ever unwavering.​