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There are twigs tangled in her fur. Those that know Tawnymask know that this is not such a strange thing– she is always covered in foliage of some sort. Dried flowers, dried leaves, bits of grass. Any and every bit of natural foliage. But these twigs– these twigs! They're the pointy sort, long and pressing, digging deep into her fur and to her skin. Though her fur is short, it's dense and catching. She twists her body desperately across the ThunderClan camp floor, trying to pry them from every depth. Some of them are easier, her flank and sides, but the ones around her shoulders and the back of her neck– "Ah!" she shouts, a roar of frustration, and flops flat with her belly to the sky. If she were just a little less stubborn, she could ask for help, but...no. That didn't seem to be an option.
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  • ──── tawnymask. warrior of thunderclan. she - her.
    ──── adult, approximate age four to five years old.
    ──── attracted most to other mollies, but bisexual.

    ──── a cream and chocolate molly with odd white markings and deep yellow-green eyes. her short fur shows off a powerful build and the occasional scar, and her pelt is often adorned with flowers or grass, fresh or dry.
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BORN TO FIND THAT GREAT UNKNOWN ⋆⁺₊⋆
If there was one skill she had gotten abnormally good at after having kits, it was getting random sticks and debris out of her children's fur. Those two were constantly getting things tangled up in their pelts...they were like little feather dusters.

The queen watched as Tawnymask twisted around angrily, trying to rid her own fur of the cursed twigs and leaves off of herself. Flamewhisker swallowed down a chuckle, before rising to her paws. She padded over to stand beside the warrior, looking down at her as she laid along the ground. "I can help you get those off if you would like." she would offer, swishing her tail behind her. She wasn't doing anything else at the moment anyways.
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☀ - WHILST MY HEART STILL BEATS
Oh, what a state! Sunnyday looked on with a sense of helplessness as he watched Tawnymask's display of frustration. He wants to help her of course, but sometimes he just doesn't know how to approach when someone is already flailing about. Fortunately the likes of Flamewhisker is braver than him and extends the offer of help to the other she-cat. He makes the choice to jump in, following his clanmate's lead by approaching Tawnymask. "I... er... couldn't help but notice the sticky situation you're in and it's twigged my interest. Perhaps I could also extend some assistance?" Would they get his puns? Alright, now he was beginning to feel rather nervous.
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It had been foolish, he supposed, to attempt slumber in daylight. Or- this sort of bustling o'clock, anyway. Sun-warmed sleep was a favourable pastime, an often-indulged reward that Berryheart took the opportunity to offer himself, but... it had been an unwise attempt. Camp thrummed with bodies, hiding away from outside threats and convening for meals and chat. Had he been in the medicine den he might have gotten away with it, insulated from the world- but in being shielded from noise he was too shielded from the sun. Even sallowed in leaf-bare, rays of light never failed to warm him...

Well, he would make eventual return to relaxation. For now, a fire-flecked form of lean stature made its ambling way over to the scene, askew eyes fixing in place. Leggy and Sunset stood amused watch over a floored feline, twigs sticking at all angles out of her form as if a bramble bush had grown through her skin. Content in taking a backseat for now, simply taking rank in case by some folly Twiggy managed to draw blood, Berryheart lingered at the eaves of the gathering. Eavesdropping an ever-fascinating activity, he angled shadowed ears to the voices, hoping to perhaps pick up the story of how a cat had become half-flesh, half foliage. ​
PENNED BY PIN ☾​
 
( ☘ ) "Oh!" Lichenpaw exclaims in time with Tawnymask, startling at her roar of frustration. He looks over sheepishy, and -- wow, that's a lot of twigs. Hm. The apprentice trails after the two warriors who go to offer help, snorts a bit at Sunnyday's words. "Hah, sticky, that's ah, that's pretty um. Funny." Wait, hold on. Focus: there is a cat covered in twigs standing right there.

"I mean, sorry, don't mean to make light, but um -- well, it was funny. Heh heh, twigged." He pauses. "Um, Tawny -- Tawnymask, right?" He's seen her around; Lichenpaw is trying very hard to learn everyone's names. "I can, uh, I can also help! With the twigs. Getting them off? They don't look, uh, comfortable."​
 
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