camp TAKE FLIGHT | pelt decoration

[Oleanderkit]

Being camp-bound is awfully boring. She is grateful enough for her companions; some of them her own littermates, others not. Budkit is getting older, and now knows how to play games a little better, which Oleanderkit appreciates. It is useful to have a playmate when she is limited to exploring only within the walls of camp. With Budkit, or Mercurykit, or Birchkit, or whoever else might listen to her, she can spin tales of rogue heroes and villains; she can imagine the land beyond the fern banks as pink and glittering or covered in feather down as if it was one huge beast under their paws. She can do this alone too, she supposes, but it's much more fun with friends.

But today even that kind of imagining won't do. Oleander sprawls in the sun, tiny body soaking up heat like a reptile. In her immense boredom, she has sent two warriors on a fetch quest because for some reason they felt beholden to her request. She forgets she has done this until she sees them come back into camp, flowers in their jaws. Oleander springs to life. "Oh!" she chimes, scrambling to too-big paws, "you found some!" A pleased purr rumbles from her birdlike throat. She greets Twitchbolt and Butterflytuft with a gleam in her near-colorless eyes. Once a mouthful of flowers has been delivered to her, Oleander seats herself, tail folding luxuriously over her blush-pink paws.

"How do you make them stick?" she asks one of the warriors, weaving a stem into the plush, silvery fur. "'Cause I need them to stay in when I play mossball."

𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋, 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍, 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇, 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓 𓆱 . ݁˖ . ݁𓆸

• ooc. tagging @butterflytuft and @TWITCHBOLT as her helpers, but no need to wait!!
  
• OLEANDERKIT —— kit of skyclan . lovage x laurel . littermate to birchkit and mercurykit ✦ penned by meghan
  
  ✦ a willowy silver blue ticked torbie with low white and seafoam eyes. lonerborn, oleander struggles to learn the ropes of clan life while coping with anxiety and past trauma. may seem strange, and has unconventional hobbies.
  ✦ girl / she her pronouns / undiscovered sexuality / 03 moons & ages every 20th
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— will not start fights / will flee / will show mercy. a mere kitten, she cannot defend herself in battle.
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are in character
  ✦ full biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

​

 

[edenberry ?!]

"Mmm for mossball, huh?"

The monochrome cat offers a small smile, pondering the predicament of their younger clan-mate with a twisting pang in their chest that they try to ignore. This kit is fortunately in good company, given the familiar faces of their friends, mouths stuffed full to the brim with petals and other soft decor. Their bobbed tail swishes in a quick, excited greeting towards the both of them, though nervousness toils in their belly still as green eyes fix themselves back towards young Oleanderkit. So full of energy...

It must be exhausting, they reach towards one of the blooms gingerly, the corners of their lips dropping from their grin slightly. "That may prove a challenge," they announce after a small moment of silence, vision swimming around the group to see if anyone else had already come up with a solution. "Burrs are quite good at staying in your fur but we wouldn't want to do that... and I don't think Dawnglare will let us use honey just because it's sticky...."

They lift their chin in a sort of pose of contemplation, wonder if there was a better way to go about collecting sap other than between their toes when climbing... or maybe they could get some honey by asking Fireflyglow very sweetly- an even trade, sweet for sweets. They lean forward to gently plop the flower on top of Oleander's head, making no effort to try to weave it into the thin fur there. "At least it's greenleaf- there are still plenty of flowers to pick."

---

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 〰 i want no more than this

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

​

 

[butterflytuft]

At Twitchbolt’s side, Butterflytuft arrives with the flowers stuffed in her maw, and Oleanderkit's excitement is immediately palpable. She purrs at the sight; it had been no problem at all, really. She loves to gather flowers! The queen carefully sets down the delicate blooms in front of the young kit. "We did our best to find the prettiest ones," She mews softly, gaze warm. As the kit asks how to make the flowers stay, she finds herself tilting her head curiously, a smile playing on her lips. Now why would she need to have flowers in her fur for mossball? What game is she planning?

She glances at Edenberry, dipping her head to greet her clanmate as her ears twitch. “Burrs might hurt,” She agrees with a nod. “And the medicine cats do need their honey…” She tips her chin up in thought before her eyes widen slightly with an idea. “Maybe we can use a bit of moss with tree sap on it. And just gently press it into your fur where you want the flowers to stay. That should help them stay put while you play.”

She looks to her companions, wondering if they would agree with her idea. “You’d have to be careful not to use too much, though. You don't want it to get messy,” She adds bashfully, ducking her head.
​

 

[Sorrelsong]

A purr rumbles from the warrior's throat, her eyelids heavy as she rests on a sunny rock near the kit. She hadn't been raised in camp, much less in a clan or a place she felt safe enough to decorate her body like Oleanderkit wanted. Come to think of it, she hadn't even thought to do that when she was young. Kits! What interesting ideas they have.
Rousing herself from her half-sleep, the molly joins the gathering crowd, tipping her head at each suggestion and mentally mulling over it.
A soft smile plays on her face as Butterflytuft mentions tree sap. Sorrelsong was willing to bet some of her dinner that, even with the utmost cautiousness, the kit would still manage to get messy; and that her mother would have the pleasure of bathing out any dirt and mud the young molly's decorations would invite. Normally she would voice her worries, but Oleanderkit was young, she deserved to have fun without worrying about appearance.
Sorrelsong nods in agreement with Butterflytuft. "Moss and tree sap are easy to collect too, I could get some if you'd like."
If anyone responded positively, the molly would leave to do just that.

✧ Out with lanterns, looking for myself

• 
  
• 
  
  
  
  
  
  — A chocolate point tabby molly with icy blue eyes and a slightly uneven pelt. She has small scars on her back, her shoulders and a slightly crocked tail.
  
  
  
  — 44 moons old; ages the 1st of every month
  
  
  
  — aro/ace. ; currently not looking
  
  
  
  — child of NPC and NPC :: sibling to Duskpool, Shadowfire and Smokefang
  
  
  
  — Mentoring Flora
  
  
  
  — Sky Clan; warrior since 3/11/24 ; loyal to Orangestar, Flora, and Duskpool
  
  
  
  — Not hard to befriend ; trusts easily
  
  
  
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  
  
  
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

​

 

[Teeveepaw.]

QUICK, BEFORE YOU SKIP THIS SONG
WE ARE HUMAN AFTER ALL ​

---

teeveepaw & 07 moons & nonbinary & they/them & skyclan daylight apprentice ​

---

Eyes are drawn to the colorful blooms that the warriors bring back - and, of course, to Oleanderkits words. These aren't herbs or anything... just pretty things to decorate their fur, to look pretty. Hind leg reaches up absentmindedly to scratch at the collar that hangs around their neck at the thought, drawing parallels to their own drab appearance and the only pop of color they can claim. Flowers and sap... I wonder... they muse absently, almost tempted to ask for some of their own. But they probably shouldn't - it'd only end with them getting a bath for all their troubles.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

---

A N D ━ W E ━ D O N ' T ━ S T A Y ━ F O R ━ L O N G

---