camp SOULJAM ഒ₊˚ DECORATING

[SHEEPPAW]

All day he has been scurrying back and forth around camp. Looking for different items that can be used for decorating. He asked some warriors for very specific items to give him, and they did. He had thanked them for helping him out. Now with his array of stuff, in front of his paws. Sheepppaw had mulled over the idea, but the apprentice decided today, he would give it go. Today, he was sitting near the apprentice's den with different piles of things.

He hadn't decorated his fur in a long while, only when he was a kit. He remembers Periwinklebreeze decorating him with grass in the nursery. But, that's about it! Looking down at his spread he found different colorful flower petals, rye and wheat stalks, butterfly and moth wings, cicada wings. He gazes over at the different pile of feathers he had collected thrown about in camp. His tail thumps at his side. He also found a small bit of snake skin laying around. He hums quietly to himself, while he organizes a stack of different colored petals. He is curious about which accessory fits him the most. The tom is by no means 'pretty' like the mollies, but he does have a handsome streak if he does say so himself! His mother did call him handsome. Anyways. He finishes up his sorting, then brings a paw up to tap on his chin. Hmm... He lets a growing frown grow upon his face as he thinks.

He lets out a groan, tilting his head up then looking around camp. Trying to find some type of help. The black smoke spots a clanmate, he opens his maw to call out of them a bit loudly. "Hey, you! Yeah, you who else am I calling out? I-" He pauses, before pointing a dark paw to himself with a smile. "I need an answer! Which one of these fits with my pelt? I don't know which one fits me!" He tilts his head down to point at the small piles of things he has. He really, reaaally wants to know which one of these things fits him. After that, maybe he could decorate his nest with the leftovers?

SNOOZING IN CLOUDS ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 FEEL THE LAUGHTER BUILD

• ooc. anyone can be the cat who he's talking to!
• no ref yet </3
• ( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
  ⤷ amab ; HE / HIM ; 9 MOONS & AGES EVERY 29TH.
  ✶ undecided / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, B9D6F2" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like early morning dew & windblown heather
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[honeysucklepaw]

Honeysucklekit often forgets that the apprentices seem to have keener eyes than the warriors... They recognize her sitting around in the shadows more often than most, make an effort to speak to her, to ask her questions... They offer her little games to play with them even. To tussle, to fight over a moss-ball, to inspire delusions of heroism in the mind's eye as they battle each other like real warriors do.

Sheep-paw is who surprises her today. He cries out to her and with a small glance around her to be sure it is not a mistake, Honeysucklekit raises a paw to point at herself in question. Me? And he doesn't hesitate to confirm it... so she rises to her paws as if hurried by this renewed sense of purpose and rushes closer. What he asks is entirely based on aesthetic, something Honeysucklekit loves to preen over in her thoughts but rarely out loud. To be pretty... that was part of her purpose, right? It was in her name... a gentle, petaled thing.

Looking over the array of options the tom has provided, she lets out a small hmm of thought, enraptured by this task and sincere in her pondering. What suited him best...? Monochrome fur is nice in that color does not clash.. but it does mean a lack of color is boring. "I think... the butterfly wings," she says, gaze flicking between the insect fragments and the apprentice who had asked for her opinion. "It'll liven up your dark coat... that's what I'd wear at least."

mother tell me 𓇢𓆸 will you stay?

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  'am i the beholder...? does your beauty belong to me?'
• HONEYSUCKLEKIT
  - child of wind-swept moors
  - she/her
  - daughter to mintshade and gracklestep
  
  a solid pitch she-cat with fern-green eyes

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[SINGEDTHROAT]

︿─︿.𖥔 ݁ ˖︿─︿Singedpaw is not the cat Sheeppaw calls out to, but he snags their attention nonetheless. They pause, squinting, to watch the apprentice beckon Honeysucklekit over to consult her on matters of...pelt decoration, apparently. They do not currently have a patrol assigned, and they are not in a hurry to return to the dark tunnels, so for curiosity's sake, they, like Honeysucklekit, provide him with an audience. While she recommends the butterfly wings, they consider the other odds and ends Sheeppaw has collected with a thoughtful frown. Their icy gaze drifts between the pile and Sheeppaw, back and forth several times. The snakeskin appeals to Singedpaw for reasons they cannot explain, but not so much Sheeppaw wearing it.

They lower down onto their stomach, stretching out with one paw curled in.

"Well," they begin slowly, "Do you want to draw attention to your eyes? I think something bright would just distract from them. A pretty blue can speak for itself, so maybe the brown moth wings?"
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SINGEDPAW of WINDCLAN TUNNELER. WOLFSONG X SUNSTAR. 11 MOONS OLD, THEY/THEM. BORN 09.08.2023.

.𖥔 overview .𖥔 physicality .𖥔 personality .𖥔 interaction

• — Sibling to Bearflight, Rivewhisper,, Sunlitwing, & Featherspine. Named after their pelt-color to invoke ember-like imagery.
  — Formerly apprenticed to Smallwhisker (Sootstar loyalist). Somewhat of a reluctant tunneler; wants to be renowned in battle like their sisters Rivewhisper and Featherspine.
  — Uses they/them pronouns only; will not respond to the use of any others. Flirtatious but without true intent of romantic pursuit.
• — Small, as is typical for tunnelers. The runt of the litter who has greatly taken after Wolfsong's height, but with Sunstar's slimmer structure; fur gives the illusion of a bulk that doesn't exist.
  — Eyes are a striking, frost-hewn blue paler than both their parents' eyes, and without a tinge of green. Often narrowed shrewdly, which is primarily a habit picked up from Wolfsong.
• — Singedpaw seems to take after the snake's skin fed to Wolfsong. Their friendliness is the swaying grass that the snake's slither matches in rhythm, not quite a lie but not quite honest, either. Warmth is a guise for a very watchful and even somber psyche. Like their parents, they are incredibly proud, but without their temperance. Slights to their dignity may very well result in a physical altercation. A bit haughty and rude when irritated.
• — Peaceful actions may be powerplayed, such as shoulder brushes, light bumps, and playfully intended gestures. Violent or harmful actions can be attempted with a ping for this account.
  — Please note that while peaceful actions can be powerplayed, and while most will be received well, there is a chance Singedpaw will become discomfited and react aggressively.

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[Lakepaw.]

[ ༻ ❊ ༺ ] Lakepaw's ears twitched before noticing the beckoning of Honeysucklekit to Sheeppaw who had inquired about what would best fit him, and then Singedpaw also joined in, chiming with how the moth wing would suit him. Humming the apprentice approached the group his gaze landing between the group before settling down nearby, placing his head on his paws. "Maybe some petals" he suggested as well, not saying much to what he had in thoughts but, his friends fur from the dark tips of his face, nose, and paws to the ivory of his body, duller colors would suit best on the bright flank while brighter colors would suit the darker part of Sheeppaw's body so, in conclusion both Singedpaw and Honeysucklekit's answers suited his friend.

He swayed his tail not adding anymore to which he had to say, yet kept his ears perked to hear other answers to what would best suit Sheeppaw, eyes slightly closed. He did his best in what he could suggest but he too wasn't great at decorating fur, in fact in his opinion Sheeppaw had already a good eye for it-after all the blue butterdly wing he kept tucked behind his ear was a testament to that, surely.

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  "speak""Thoughts"
  
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  Lakepaw ❊ AMAB, He/Him, Apprentice of Windclan, 8 moons.
  ⭃ LH Rosette Lynx Minx with low white and bi-color eyes, blind in left eye
  ⭃ NPC X NPC
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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