camp WHISTLE WHILE YOU WORK — NEW-LEAF CLEANING

[PIKESPLASH]

Leaf-bare had been brutal for Riverclan for many reasons and while things were going to be a bit chaotic for some time... He decided to do some new-leaf cleaning to have a fresh, more fruitful new-leaf. What does this mean? It means taking his old nest that served him well during leaf-bare and dumping it. He was going to be making an entirely new nest. It seemed like the perfect day for it, the sun bathing them in its warm glow and the melodious chirping of birds voicing their encouragement. I'm starting to regret collecting so much shells and stones... His nest was more stone and shell than actual bedding that he's sure some warriors might throw a fit if they were forced to sleep on such a thing. He would understand. After all, sleeping on shells and stones wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world. Now's the perfect time to go looking for that too, but! Let's not get sidetracked now. I want to focus on just this.

Those in camp would see Pikesplash constantly enter and exit the warriors den with bits of his nest in his maw and disposing of them. While it isn't anything jaw dropping or peculiar, it can be intriguing to see what he was up to. If I don't get to finish today that's no biggie. I slept practically on rocks all leaf-bare. The silver tom would proceed to find a decent patch of sedges and begin collecting some for his new nest. Unbeknownst to the silver tom, he had been humming for some time now as he went about this task. "Is this enough?"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 my huckleberry friend

• — pikesplash / riverclan warrior / masculine pronouns / 50 moons
  — bisexual / polygamist / open to flirting and crushes
  — short haired silver mackerel tabby with green eyes
  — may powerplay minor harm / can powerplay healing
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by velou

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[turtlepaw]

i'm in the in between, honey​

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It's hard for Turtlepaw to be sat for too long. A centipede could scuttle past, a shadow could move across the ground, or a leaf could fall from a tree and the apprentice would be off chasing it. It didn't matter what she had been doing previously, there was always something new to be interested in.

In a rare instance, her green eyes are focused on Pikesplash exiting and entering the den. Her broad head was tilted to the side and her dark brows were knitted in confusion. Her nest was no better than the warrior's, but she wouldn't know that. Every interesting bit and bobble she could find in the territory was crammed in her tiny nest. She slept like a rock despite it all.

Turtlepaw hesitantly moves closer to watch the silver cat. Wads of old bedding were hanging from his jaws. The smell of Pikesplash and sleep drifted from those bits. What a comfy smell! On one of the warrior's exits, she stuck her head into the den behind him and gazed in wide-eyed wonder at just how different everyone's nest was.

Turtlepaw removed her head and was giddy to see Pikesplash returning with new bedding. "I'm not sure!" She says in response to his question, unsure if it was really directed to her. "Can I help?" She can't help but to bounce in place in excitement.

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• TURTLEPAW ✩ she/her/hers, apprentice of riverclan, 5 moons (ages every 1st)
  ⭃ stocky silver charcoal tabby. tail is a stub. energetic, naive, dim
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / roughhousing and wrestling encouraged / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by muddly ↛ @muddly on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[FOXTAIL]

Without a doubt, leaf-bare is one of the most difficult seasons a clan cat can go through. Living outside in the wild is a challenge, and as warriors they accept the dangers that come with it, but leaf-bare is different compared to the other seasons. There is less prey to hunt when the ground is cold and covered in snow; small streams ice over & the risks of falling ill increase during the period of bitter cold. Foxtail couldn't be more grateful for his winter coat during the last few weeks here in RiverClan... the temperature was still freezing. but he felt slightly more warm than most. It was almost like day and night with the signs of new leaf arriving. When he wakes up in the morning, birds chirp in the trees and the sun rises in a clear sky. He never thought he would miss the sounds of birds chirping in the early morning, but StarClan leaf-bare is so quiet.

The young warrior was grooming his fur when he noticed the older warrior entering and exiting the warriors den. He laid mostly comfortable in his own nest, knowing that he would have to get up sooner than later, but he didn't realize he stopped grooming his fur as the silver mackerel continued to make his trips in and out of the den, his ears pricking at the sound of humming. Foxtail sits up, blinking as he takes a glance at Pikesplash's work— you know what, that isn't a bad idea. His own nest is starting to get a tad uncomfortable... perhaps some new moss and sedge are due. Though, unlike the older warrior, Foxtail's nest didn't include rocks and shells; he wonders how Pikesplash could've slept on those comfortably.

Foxtail yawns and stretches out his body, before padding out into camp. He loves that his eyes land on melting patches of snow. Finally, he can see the green grass that was hidden for so many weeks. He can still hear Pikesplash's humming, now the warrior is heading back with a maw full of nesting supplies. He wonders if that question was mostly for Pikesplash himself, but Turtlepaw is quick to offer help. So eager to become a warrior, that Turtlepaw! She has plenty of time before her warrior ceremony comes though, but he can understand her eagerness. It felt like it took forever to finally receive his warrior name, but these last few moons have gone by in a blink of an eye.

He pads over to the duo, with a swish of his tail. "I guess you'll only find out once you start working on your nest," He mews as he briefly glances at the supplies Pikesplash gathered, it looked like a good amount to him. Personally, Foxtail would include some moss into that mix, but whatever makes a warrior the most comfortable, right? "T-that looks like plenty to me?"
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𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

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  credit to skaicraft (via insta) for the artwork <3
  
• Foxtail

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  warrior
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: tbd
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to rai for the mini & tropics for the icon <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green
  pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
  fur length: long
  parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
  17 moons
  

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[FOGSHORE]

Living outside in the wild is a challenge, he has no clue what went into his head while coming here instead of staying in his temporary but comfortable Twoleg home. Leafbare is horrible out here, less prey around to hunt, colder days and even colder nights all around. Fogshore is more then enough grateful for his longhaired coat. When he wakes in the crack of dawn, before the sun ever shows it's bright, beaming rays of pure gold. He sees signs of Newleaf coming to flourish. Birds chirping away, spotting flowers coming in bloom, and the frozen river finally melting.

The chimera was laid out, in his own nest he hand crafted himself when he first moved here. Nest made of reeds and shiny shells now dulling in color, it must be time to change his bedding. For a moment he just lounges there in his nest for a moment before it's best time to get up. He perks his ears up, cracking open an eye to see Pikesplash entering and exiting the warriors den. He also spots Foxtail settled in his own nest, he mews out a sleepy "Foxtail." waving his tail at the younger warrior. He lifts his head from his nest, still watching Pikesplash take his trips in and out with now half-lidded eyes. He turns his head to the side to split his jaws in a yawn, he then stretches his limbs out. He sits up in his nest, fur slighty ruffled from his sleep. He swipes a tongue across his foreleg, and twists half his body to groom at the rest of his willowy coat.

Flicking an ear he hears Pikesplash's humming and Turtlepaw's voice. He stops his grooming deeming himself clean, before stepping out of his nest. He sweeps his plumed tail along the den's floor, as he pads forward with light pawsteps following after Foxtail's chimera form with a light hum. He approaching Pikesplash and Turtlepad with a soft mew. "Hmm. Honestly, think of what you want to add. It looks pretty good to me." He settles onto his haunches, settling next to Foxtail.

OOC 🎐 MAKE IT LOOK PRETTY

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• no ref yet </3
• ( well, that was.. interesting ) FOGSHORE : warrior of riverclan
  𓇼 non-binary ; HE / HIM ; currently 32 moons
  𓇼 bisexual / single / sort of looking / open to crushes
  𓇼 LH blue smoke & SH white chimera with amber sectoral eyes and yellow sectoral heterochromia
  𓇼 action , thoughts , "Speech, 9EB8D9"
  𓇼 smells of freshly baked cinnamon buns & distant rain
  

  ic notes: has light sensitive eyes.
  squints in the sunlight.

  
  - tags / @ on discord for plots
  - penned by calzone
  
  

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