pafp send your blessing | weaving fur

[CHITTERTONGUE]

જ➶ The days were getting a bit muggy for him. A bit more humid. He can feel it in the air and as he walks the territory with his companion he thinks of something fun. Afterall they all work much too hard for his liking. So much has happened from the past till now he feels like something nice can happen this day and so he looks around the area, sweeping to see what he can from his good eye. Blinking slowly he slows his steps as he crosses paths with a silky looking fern. It isn't slumpy like the one he saw before. And some would even say it's perfect. A wide grin pulls at his muzzle then as he turns to Geckoscreech. "Hey, let me put some ferns in your pelt and then you can do mine! Or we can pick some wildflowers and use those. Though I prefer ferns, heheeh. Never know what special plant my sister needs, ya know." Easily the lanky warrior waltz his way over to the fern and he sniffs it. Paws pushing against the plant before he leans down and snips off four of the long and soft stalks. With a hum he makes his way over to Fecko and he lays them down, eyeing her tail before he picks up a stalk. With care he aims to start maneuvering the stem, shifting fur and plant matter to interlock them.

It does take a bit longer than it should and his tongue peeks out of his mouth due to sheer concentration. But soon he has one fern woven within the lead warrior's tail. Even so he is proud of himself and he beams brightly at his handy work. "See that! The best craftsmanship anyone can ask for, haaa!" He is pretty proud of himself currently, and it shows as his tail slides back and forth against the ground.

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[GECKOSCREECH]

⊵ being invited out for a stroll by chittertongue was unexpected but not unwelcome. in the past geckoscreech would've shot down his offer by stating that there was more important things to be done than having a frivolous walk through the territory but there's a certain point in time where she's come to realize that pushing everyone away is only going to force her back into a self-isolating box and what good of a lead warrior would she be if she did not atleast try to get along with her clanmates?

so here she was, trailing behind the chimera tom with wet mud squishing between sandy toned paws as he led her through the area with no real direction in mind. the molly's gait would begin to slow however when her companion came to a halt infront of a lone fern where he would excitedly turn to her and exclaim that the two should accessorize eachother fur with the local flora. chittertongue hardly gives geckoscreech enough time to formulate a proper response to his idea before he's already plucking the fern from its root and teetering back over to begin working on weaving the plant into her tail fur.

"well, would you look at that." the older warrior would muse, sounding somewhat impressed with his handy work. "with a little more practice you'll be able to do this with your eyes shut in no time." gecko lets out a small chuckle, aquamarine gaze scanning the surroundings in search for flower.

"hm, i think something blue would compliment you nicely."
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【 THERE'S SO MANY FAKE ASS PEOPLE PREYING ON YOU.】

 

[ROOSTERSTRUT]

❪ TAGS ❫ — "You're looking snazzy there, Gecko." A chirp departs the striped male's maw, a soft grin playing across his muzzle. Huh, Roosterstrut only thought kittypets to sport items on or in their fur, but Geckoscreech's new tail addition didn't look half-bad. Maybe everybody weaving color into their pelt would spruce up the boggy camp a bit.

When the lead warrior suggested a blue flora for Chittertongue, Roosterstrut instantly perked up. He knew just the flower for the job! Pickerel weeds; his mother's favorite flower, or at least he assumed it was. She would always comment on how pretty they were and would even pick some stems to decorate her nest with. There's a certain bittersweetness upon viewing them now as they flourished, the start of a newleaf without Swan around, but it's nice to have something physical to remember her by.

The orange tabby meowed, "How about pickerel weeds? There's a big ol' patch of them nearby." Roosterstrut wasn't as keen on getting suggestions for his own pelt as much as he was eager to help craft fancy new accessories for his clanmates. His fur was long and hard to groom as it was and having a bunch of flowers weaved into his pelt didn't seem entirely comfortable.​

 

[✧ Snailcurl.]

SHATTERED SURFACE SO IMPERFECT
snailcurl | 34 months | female | she/her | physically medium | mentally medium | attack in bold pink

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Snailcurl can only wander about in a daze these days. Greif clouds her every breath. And yet - time moves on. Shadowclans camp is never quiet for long, theres always something going on. Green gaze lingers upon a group of chatting warriors nearby, her paws carrying her tiny frame over before she can think better of it. Eyes are sunken and sallow, shadows set deep beneath them. She doesn't say much, simply joins the group for the presence of others - to not be alone. "... It looks nice," she offers. It feels lame.

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