pafp sleeping bag zipped against the cold 〰 competition

[edenberry ?!]

Trailing down passages that had filled the memories of their youth feels like wandering through a storybook. Child-like wonder tastes like the pines, joyous giggling mimicked in birdsong. Emerald eyes drift across the branches above, enamored in the sound of squirrel feet scuttling along the bark, the sound of the leaves rustling under their tiny weight and shifting with the breeze. A dream... a dream repeated several nights in their extended break, sought after sweetly and with nostalgia painfully scratching at the corners of their eyes. Relief settles over them to be here under the shade, tender paws sifting through the fallen needles on the ground, the prickle of sun-dried grass under-paw.

Their ears twitch suddenly, the soft voice of a friend filtering back into focus- visions of dappled cinnamon fur overtake the shape of Oddgleam and their heart flutters wildly with anxious guilt. 'Sorry, I guess I'm just tired.' They'd told her. They're still tired... nothing had changed but the silence of their nights. "She won't pick a new deputy," they ask, fragments and keywords piecing together half of what was said. Orangestar had certainly gotten up to a lot while Edenberry had been gone... "She didn't have trouble replacing Twitchbolt so what gives this time?"

The black and white cat doesn't really wait for an answer, knowing that the two of them can do nothing but speculate on the 'whys.' No theory would prove as satisfying as the real truth. Eyes sway like blades of grass as they snap towards the trees, an itch developing under their skin and growing more intense abruptly. "Feel up for a little friendly competition," the grin that spreads across their face admits to their energy and excitement, an artful mask in the way it deceives even them. "I could do with a warm up...."

How many months since they'd last caught something with their own two paws? Had the last time been for Raindrop...? Their lips falter in their smile for only half a moment, pressing aside the thought to stamp out their feelings with the distraction of words. "We could climb a tree... higher or faster, you choose which one wins!"

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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 〰 i want no more than this

• @ODDGLEAM
• -- edenberry / skyclan daylight warrior / any pronouns / 16 moons
  -- mostly white with black pinstripe and green eyes / scarred face and back
  -- color #728c69​

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[ODDGLEAM]

Pale paws tread feather - light across the ground. He glides with a graceful rhythm only he could bring. Not allowing any bugs the chance to worm themselves beneath perfectly groomed fur. A travesty. Unkept pelt and worm, cracked pawpads? Horrible. He thinks. The mixture of sounds drift their way into his mismatched ears. Nearby chirping birds and other chittering from creatures. Light bends continuously between pines that has no right being that tall.

A hum makes its way through his throat as he spotted a clanmate. A clanmate, who he hasn't seen in a few moons. A clanmate. He couldn't help but glide over too. Copper gaze roams over the scarred form of Edenberry, head tilting as he approaches them. "Edenberry! Glad to be bumping into you." He chirps with a beaming smile gracing his face. The pale - patched calico settles next to his interesting, specimen of a clanmate. Half-lidded gaze blinks before he speaks again. "I know you've heard this around. That Cherryblossom has gotten demoted from her position of deputy..." A drawls out in a bored tone, before he tilts his head downward to lap at his feathered coat.

"I do wonder... Who will be placed at the new deputy...? Surely, one of the senior warriors." He mutters. He does his best to ignore the terrible thoughts of deputy picking, seems like too much of a drag. But, oh he is fully interested in the dramatic situation.

Ah. They have finally answered. "Welcome back to the land of living ♪" He greets, pupils blown wide and sparkling with a grin spreading across his maw. A delightful little noise escapes him, as a large ear swivels and twitches to Edenberry's answers. He easily agrees with what the other feline had said. A brow quirks up at what the black-and-white feline had said. A competition?

He sharp grin twists upon a pretty face, tail twitching where it lay. "How could I say no?" The long - legged calico raises up onto his paws with a puff of breath flaring from his nostrils in his amusement. He lifts his tail above the ground, as he rolls his shoulders with a hum. "Alright then! Let's have a good time." He chirps, eyes sparkling with the renewed vigor of the climbing competition. It's been a while since he had climbed anything, it'll be a good exercise.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ♡ 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑫𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑶𝑵 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬

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• temp oddgleam reference

  

• ( LIKE HONEY IN WARM MILK ) ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ODDGLEAM. ╱ skyclan warrior.
  ⸝⸝ non-binary ; HE / THEY ; 16 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 7TH.
  ♡ bi-pan / polyamorous / mated to crowsight & owlheart
  ♡ pretty, long-legged medium furred sliver-cream calico with copper eyes.
  ♡ battle notes — thoughts ; "Speech, ac7d88" ; attacks only
  ♡ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ♡ smells like caramel frappe & chilled stone
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone

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