pafp THE STORM PASSED OVERHEAD ❆ unusual decorations


˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ Vulturepaw cannot stand the barren-ness of leafbare. Dried grasses and wilted flowers feel all too reminescent of that dead and rotting place beyond the borders, feel all too expansive and lonely. He had taken the last chance he had to weave flowers into the gorse, back in leaf-fall. Back when he did not know the cruelty of leafbare, the death of all that lived. He's sadly said goodbye to all his favorite sprouts, watching them get choked out by snow. White blankets the camp, color leeched from every corner.

He eyes the new deputy's treasures dubiously. A gift from the leader; it seems all of Scorchstar's kind holds a fondness for bones. He finds them a little creepy, personally, but he doesn't exactly have much to work with.

"You really think we c-c-could use these?" Narrowed golden eyes meet the flame-licked form of Scorchstorm. Maybe he's just not thinking about this right. "They, um... They d-do look pretty nice with the snow..." And the snow is pretty - shiny, not Vulturepaw's taste but begrudgingly not bad to look at. At least it's bright, not like the wilted dead leaves that hide beneath it. He considers, tail lashing slowly behind him. "Maybe if we... wove some into the gorse..."

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    "SPEECH"
  • VULTUREPAW he / any, apprentice of windclan, eleven moons.
    a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
    skittish and dour, with a superstitious sort of pessimism.
    micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze.
    sibling to dustpaw, bilberrypaw, mourningpaw and weepingpaw.
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by SATURNIDsaturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.