pafp tear apart, tear apart, tear apart // makeover before festivities

[Silk-kit]

// please wait for @THISTLEPAW !

With everyone nestling in for the feast or whatever everyone's planning, Silk-kit has long decided she wants to contribute. And what better way to contribute than to make sure her clanmates look good for the occasion? That's when she'd set her sights on Thistlepaw. The older cat isn't one she knows well, but she captured him in an opportunistic moment while he was cleaning out her bedding. After carefully removing her treasures that she'd weaved into the gorse, she steps back. And steps back again. And again, until she can slip out of sight.

When he leaves the nursery, there she is, waiting expectantly with some of her supplies. "Hi again!" She chirps, sapphire eyes shimmering excitedly. Without announcing exactly what she's doing, she dives right in, as if he should know. "Hold still, please! These flowers will look perfect near your ears." Fluffing up her white fur, she holds up a small cluster of delicate, dried chamomile blossoms with her paw. She gently leans forward and tucks the tiny white flowers just behind his dark ears, the yellow centers adding a soft contrast against his fur. The she-kit pulls back and tilts her head, eyes narrowing as she examines her work with all the seriousness of an artist. "Hmm…yes, that's already bringing out your fur," She purrs approvingly. They're soft, adding just the right amount of brightness to not overpower his pelt's natural palette. Her tail flicks as she picks up a vibrant aqua kingfisher feather with her mouth and holds it up for him to see.

"Now, this is the real showpiece!" She trills eagerly, beaming. It will bring out his eyes so well! And the way it'll complement his dark fur? To die for! She sets it back down for a moment and looks up at Thistlepaw. "Do you move your tail a lot? Because I think it would look dashing trailing from your tail-tip. But I suppose I can work with it tucked into your shoulder fur, too," Silk-kit news thoughtfully, tapping her chin with a forepaw. Her shine with anticipation, waiting for his answer.
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[THISTLEPAW !]

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Silk-kit's abscence in the nursery is noticed, but he figures the she-kit is simply outside playing with the other kittens. . . even if it was very cold. He works in silence, providing the kitten with fresh new bedding that hopefully kept her warm through even the coldest nights. He tended to avoid going into the nursery unless he absolutely needed to, but duty called — the seal-point was not one to avoid his apprentice chores no matter how dull they may be.

His tail-tip flicks as he exits the nursery after finishing his task, but he comes to a sudden halt at the high-pitched squeal of Silk-kit. Thistlepaw is started by her, but he knows better than to yell at a kitten. She was innocent and just wanted to have fun, naiveté he had long lost since he was about her age."Um—" The apprentice tries to speak that he doesn't want. . .whatever this is. ( A makeover? ) But he is unable to get a word in before the kit is decorating his pelt with flowers.

This is. . . embarassing. Shuffling his paws, it is easy for anyone to notice how flustered he is at the attention he is getting. This was new, and dare he say weird, but he didn't dislike it entirely. He wants to glance at what she's put behind his ears, at the chamomile blossoms. . . yet he is unable to do so right now, obviously. If her words are anything to go by, he wants to believe he looks nice.

Part of him wonders what his littermates will say to this, what Venomstrike and Scorchstar and Scorchstorm as well - but he thinks of Rattleheart, too. Was his mother watching?

Do you move your tail a lot? Asks Silk-kit, and his pondering is lost to more astonishment. "What? Oh. Yes." As if on cue, his tail twitches, only to drive the point across. Tucked into my shoulder fur? Thistlepaw tries to picture it, to no avail. The kingfisher feather stares at him and he stares back, their hue similar to his eyes, but not quite close. "Won't it be lost in the moors?" He asks, some part of him worrying about the disappointment Silk-kit would show if he lost it somewhere ( he would never hear the end of it, he thinks; and she might pull him aside for another makeover if that happens ). Maybe he should weave it into his nest instead. . . would be much safer.

𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 *:･ﾟ✧ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓

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  LH Seal-point with low white​

  
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  THISTLEPAW he / him apprentice of windclan
  son of Rattleheart x Venomstrike, brother to Bunnypaw, Crunchykit, Breezepaw and Splinterpaw.
  Lissom seal-point prickly-furred feline with white markings on his face, chest, belly, paws and tail. His tail is long and has a tufted tip.
  "speech" thoughts

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[Comfreykit]

Comfreykit has witnessed Silk-kit and her makeovers, if only because they share the nursery and he and his siblings and denmates have been victim to the girl's fanciful whims. He could remember when one apprentice or other had told him not to let SIlk-kit decorate his pelt with her pretty things, and although Comfreykit had managed to avoid being dressed up, he couldn't say that he wasn't intrigued by what Silk-kit was doing - after all, he certainly didn't have the capacity to imagine what feather or flower might look pretty in someone's fur. She had an eye for things that Comfreykit didn't have.

"Pretty." Comfreykit states simply as he sits down a few paw-lengths away from Silk-kit and Thistlepaw. He recognizes the apprentice as one he'd harassed when he was younger; there was something about the tom that drew Comfreykit to him, in the few and far-between visits that Thistlepaw made to the nursery. After he speaks that one word, Comfreykit lapses into silence, looking at Thistlepaw with a critical stare, as though he's contemplating something. Then, after another heartbeat, Comfreykit says, "Good work, Silk-kit."

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• COMFREYKIT ✩ kit of windclan, zero moons
  → walks hunched over.
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.

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[SEDGEPOUNCE]

In the short few moons that Silk-kit's revealed her artistic flair, apprentices and warriors alike have started tripping over themselves to donate to her decorative collection. She has quite the array to choose from, weaving together all kinds of flowers and feathers from the pile of stuff at her paws. He doesn't doubt that a good chunk of it came from Mallowtail—she seems especially endeared by Silk-kit's appreciation for all things luxurious and beautiful.

It's not difficult to fall into the same trap, though. "Very pretty!" Sedgepounce echoes. Thistlepaw, flanked by his stylist and his shadow, is dulled of his typically sharp edges, and it's good to see that angry crease briefly absent from his brow.

The kingfisher feather gleams brightly in Silk-kit's carefully poised paw. Like Comfreykit, Sedgepounce gives it a contemplative stare. "Just don't go rolling around in the grass and I'm sure you'll be fine," he decides. "Scorchstorm used to wear this butterfly wing in her fur when she was your age—" he gestures to his ear for emphasis. "—I don't think she ever lost it." It's retired to her nest now, as far as he knows.
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[Brackenpaw]

Aesthetics have never been something that Brackenpaw can truly say she's dedicated much time into thinking about. The hawk feather gifted by Orangepaw is tucked neatly against the moss of her nest. Caring too much about it to afford to have it be lost in the tunnels. That's why she doesn't understand aesthetics they suppose. Why would it matter that one looks nice when a particular nasty gust of wind from the moors threatens it. The grime of the tunnels depicts decay, it would ruin anything that it would touch surely. Despite the rather bleak outlook she finds herself still lingering around the scene of Silk-kit decorating Thistlepaw.

It doesn't seem like he's particularly enjoying it either. Not in such an obvious manner that it would dour the kits mood but she assumed that this isn't his favourite thing in the world per say. "Wow" is all they can really say at first at the sight, her tone is painfully neutral because even she can't decide where the astonishment lies.

"Do you like to do this often, Silk-kit?" They have to admit the only time they visit the nursery is to see Bluefrost and her brood. The other residents, while pleasant to speak with, had fallen into somewhat of an obscurity. She wanted to change that, clearly the kit found some kind of passion in the work that she's doing otherwise it wouldn't be done. There's a curiosity for it, if such a keen eye for detail and beauty would be kept once free to roam the moors as an apprentice.

It was nice to see, Brackenpaw has to admit that they'd be upset if this hobby of hers were to disappear after she becomes a paw. With a flick of her tail she finally decides to sit down near Comfreykit, listening to Sedgepounce explain that everything should be fine so long as no reckless activity was indulged. "Do you want someone to decorate you too?" They find themself asking the kitten after a moment of contemplative silence. Not realising that this would imply that she would be willing to be the decorator.

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  Brackenpaw ✩ They/she, tunneler apprentice, 12 moons
  
  
  ⸙ A scowling, tiny calico who still needs to grow into her ears.
  ⸙ Mentored by Scorchstar | Formally mentored by Bluefrost.
  ⸙ Speech, thoughts, attacking.
  ⸙ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ( underline and tag when attacking ).
  ⸙ All opinions are IC only.
  penned by Juice.
  

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[FEATHERSPINE]

Kittens, indulging in little passions... he had gotten gradually used to it as he had matured. Formerly unable to fathom doing anything in youth but worrying, Featherspine had a million daggers thrown her way for being no fun. Honestly, he hadn't been. Still wasn't, truly... for he looked upon this display with some level of bafflement, first. Flowers were depressingly temporary... and perfumed scents reminded her now of something long-gone. A murmuring of my Bird's Wing, a sweeping of a golden tail around a storming little body.

She was grown, now. And there was none of that comfort to be found, anymore.

Blinking away the memory-haze, Featherspine padded closer, horned ear flicking toward Brackenpaw. A cat, as a canvas... though bark was less likely to wriggle about, there was something about it softly glowing. Ever-scowling eyes found Silk-kit, but her voice was not harsh. "Have you ever thought about crushing b-buh-buh... berries into your p-p-puh ... into your fur?" Curiosity flickered yellow, behind steely glower. It would last a little longer than petals, unless it rained...​

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[Silk-kit]

"Thank you Comfreykit," She chirps proudly, a smug grin finding her maw at her denmate's praise. Silk-kit then narrows her sapphire eyes at Featherspine, her tail flicking sharply behind her. "Berries?" She echoes, her tone caught between incredulous and mildly offended. "No, definitely not. They're messy and sticky, and they'd make my fur smell weird. Can you imagine having berry juice running down your face? Ugh." She wrinkles her nose for emphasis, her small white paws stepping protectively over her collection of feathers and flowers. "And besides, you can find berries anywhere. They're so…" A paw rolls in the air as she thinks of the right word, "…common." She tilts her head, giving the warrior a long, assessing look, as though silently critiquing her. "I think bark or moss would suit you better. Something rustic," She mews thoughtfully, though she quickly turns her focus back to Thistlepaw. The feather she'd been holding earlier is swept up again, and she flicks it in front of the apprentice's nose playfully before placing it down on her pile again.

At Brackenpaw's question, Silk-kit brightens, fluffing out her fur. "Of course I do this often! Someone has to make sure the clan looks presentable, and if not me, then who? Certainly not the elders." She giggles, clearly proud of herself. "I'll make sure everyone is decorated for the feast! Even you, if you'd like," She offers, turning an eager grin toward the apprentice. Her next question causes her to blink, caught off-guard. She's never really wanted anyone else to touch her pelt. They'd ruin it! Her gray tail flicks thoughtfully, sapphire eyes narrowing as if she's weighing the idea. She finally tilts her head, frowning slightly. "I don't know…I mean, I guess it could be fun if you're good at it." She glances at her pile of carefully chosen treasures, suddenly protective. She quickly adds on, "But I'd have to see your style first. If it doesn't match my vision, I'd have to fix it."

But when Sedgepounce mentions Scorchstorm's butterfly wing, her ears perk up, her interest instantly piqued. It gives her an idea. "Maybe I should start giving everyone their own signature piece. Then they'd have something special to remember me by!"

Her gaze flicks back to Thistlepaw, eyes gleaming with renewed determination. "Okay, we're doing the feather in your shoulder fur. It'll stand out just enough. Hold still again, please!" Without waiting for an answer, she darts forward, a picture of precision as she gently tucks the kingfisher feather into place. After a few seconds of fussing over the placement, she sits back on her haunches, satisfied. "Perfect!" She announces, beaming. "Now you look like someone who deserves to be at the feast. Everyone will be so jealous!"
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