pafp SHE'S ROYALTY TO ME. SAY 'YES YOUR MAJESTY' [ ✦ ] nest making

[Bluepool]

Making a nest is something that Bluepool was highly adept at. Afterall, if you did not have a suitable place to rest your head at night then how would you ever wake up the next day feeling refreshed and ready to tackle anything that could be thrown your way? She had noticed that her own nest was in some desperate need of repairs when she had awoke that morning, and after running the moors with her apprentice as she did every dawn she wasn't on patrol, she set out to fix it. When she was surveying it though, she couldn't help but notice the nest next to hers. Scorchstreak's nest. The black and orange molly was no where in sight, likely out on some tunneler patrol or attending to some duty that she wasn't privy to. It only takes her a moment to decide that she would fix hers up as well.

It is lucky that Bluepool keeps spare wool stashed in a spot only she knows just outside of camp. Trekking all the way to horseplace every time she wanted to retrieve some would have been a massive chore, especially considering how seriously she took the upkeep of her nest. It's not a difficult or even particularly long task of retrieving it, then gathering moss, her caws raking against stone a comforting sound to her. It is even more cathartic to weave all the ingredients together, to focus solely on the task at paw and nothing else.

When its finished, she stands back to look at her work. Two absolutely perfect nests. They're missing something crucial, but with the frost still blanketing their lands there is nothing she can really do.

Suddenly, a shadow passes over her, a familiar smell fills her nose and she doesn't even have to turn to see who it is. She would know that silhouette anywhere. "Hey. I fixed up your nest a little. I hope you don't mind" she also hopes she doesn't mind that she moved the nests ever so slightly closer together.. "When new-leaf comes I was thinking of weaving flowers into them. Blue for mine, red for yours. Or uh... we could do vice versa" and when she says this does she finally look at the she-cat next to her, a playful smile playing on the corners of her lips.

// please wait for @SCORCHSTREAK

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  BLUEPOOL WINDCLAN LEAD WARRIOR ; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO SOOTSTAR & MINTSHADE
  

  A small framed moor runner with a blue toned pelt and black stripes. Her tail is cropped and her eyes are golden in color. On her chest, she sports a large 'X' shaped scar.

  ✦ Difficult in battle. A skilled fighter + isn’t above using dirty tricks in order to win
  

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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ Before falling pregnant for the second time, Scorchstreak had never truly appreciated the feeling of lying in a nest to sleep. The dirt around her had always been comfortable enough, up until she'd grown too large to fit into one of the tunnels—then Bluepool had brought her soft wool for her nest, and so she'd had to keep using it even after she could return to her tunnel-dirt sleeping place. Now, she has grown to treasure her nest, both as a sleeping place and as a testament to her meager sentimentality. After a long, rather grueling patrol, she cannot wait to drag her tired body back to camp and collapse into the nest that she's built for herself.

As she strides through camp, she spots another figure standing near her nest—the familiar tabby-striped form of someone whose nest happens to be just beside her own. I hope you don't mind, Bluepool says, and the calico shakes her head quickly. "Of course I don't mind. Thank you, that was... very kind of you." Truth be told, she hadn't even spared a glance at her nest since she'd approached it. Her focus has been entirely on the silvery she-cat, but when she at last looks to her nest, a smile slips plainly across her muzzle. Perhaps her eyes are still adjusting from the darkness of the tunnels, but... the last she recalls, her nest had been a bit farther from Bluepool's. She will not be mentioning this fact to Bluepool, however; she could hardly complain about sleeping even a paw's width closer to her friend.

Flowers are another thing that Scorchstreak has never given a second thought to. Impractical to keep around as decoration, and the useful ones are always needed by the medicine cats. Sure, they smell good, and they can dry so that they stick around longer, but they are different from prey or herbs. Besides, the only decorations that she needs are the small bones that she has been given as gifts since joining WindClan. Though Bluepool's suggestion is tempting, the idea of weaving flowers into a nest seems like time wasted when she could be out hunting instead. Still... The other lead warrior finally glances over to her, and she takes a step closer. "I would love to have flowers in my nest, once they start to grow. I think that I'd prefer blue, though." Her own words are accompanied by a paw sweeping over the wool that's tucked into her fresh nest. It will certainly be more comfortable now, and perhaps a bit selfishly, she is glad that she has a friend willing to fix up her nest for her.​

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[FEATHERSPINE]

He'd never bothered with developing nest-making skills- it was a low-priority ability, as far as Featherpaw cared. Bluepool had never stressed very hard on the subject- most of their work had pecked away at hunting, speed, battle. To witness that her mentor was apparently adept at weaving nests was a surprise- and it was even more of a surprise to hear that Scorchstreak had a flower preference. What was the point of having flowers in your nest? The permeating incense of flowers would just remind him of the medicine den...

Maybe in time, that'd be a welcome reminder. For now it just made him think of the scar, made his skin prickle, made him feel like there were eyes on his back- claws across his spine. Featherpaw's jaw tightened, and only then did she realise she'd drifted a little closer, and had craned her neck in interest. As soon as she noticed, the chocolate molly stiffened herself.

Yellow eyes burned forth to meet Bluepool's. "You're b-buh... busy, then," he noted quietly. Voice even and steely, not-quite-annoyed, Featherpaw readied herself to get out of her mentor's fur. In face- an act seldom-seen, she dipped her head with stiff respect to both lead warriors. Something stopped her from coming between them. ​

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Not all that long ago in the grand scheme of things, Rattleheart had worked alongside Venomstrike to create a larger nest for the both of them - one full of shared warmth and love, carefully created to mark a new future for the both of them, along with a new future for Windclan. It had been a blessedly peaceful activity, pressed against their mate's side as their paws had worked to dutifully flattened out moss and weave cotton in as cushioning. Much like their sister, they had never put much stock into careful nestmaking before then, simply content to curl up in whatever they could scrape together as they emerged from the tunnels. They had realized after a while what a mistake that was - aching bones didn't do well down in the labyrinth - but hadn't actually taken the chance to rectify it until they were standing alongside Venomstrike.

The entire interaction had been so intimate, a fact the lead warrior had hardly minded after moons of being driven from their mate's side by sickness and guilt and war. Being able to enjoy an action so simple and loving had been like Starclan themselves blessing them, and Rattleheart wouldn't soon forget it.

That same intimacy was what gave them pause now, pale green gaze glittering with a combination of mirth and interest as they approached. Scorchstreak wasn't the only one that had noticed the two nests being pushed ever so slightly closer together, and it brought a private little smirk to their muzzle. Though, as they glanced over at their sister's colorful form, they couldn't help but wonder - does she know what any of it means? They had never known her to be much of a romantic, and her attentions had been so solely focused on Windclan's wellbeing for so long that even just getting her to rest had been a challenge. The thought of her - or even Bluepool, for that matter - realizing that they might want their nests so close together for a reason... it seemed unfortunately unlikely.

They grew closer not long after Featherpaw, long pelt brushing lightly against Scorchstreak's as they "unintentionally" nudged their fellow tunneler that much closer to Bluepool's side. "Beautiful work, Bluepool. You might actually get Scorchstreak to stay in her nest for a little longer than is absolutely needed. That'd be quite the feat." They flashed a brief grin in their sister's direction, fully expecting a cuff to one of their ears for the comment. "How fitting that you'd pick blue flowers, though." Rattleheart didn't bother immediately expanding on their words, figuring the meaning would be obvious enough. Or maybe not - maybe there was even more stumbling around going on than they thought.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 48 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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