pafp WINDSWEPT WISHES ⛧ dandelion

[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ Vulturepaw grasps a delicate stem in his mouth, a cloud of white wisps bobbing up and down on the end of it. She moves carefully, slowly. The wind wants to claim every last bit of the puffball; she learned that with the first one she tried to pick up. The flowers - dandelions, he knows - were hiding out at the edges of camp. Only a few days ago, they had been sun-gold. Now they are more alike the moon, round and pale.

Vulturepaw makes another connection. The downy white looks so familiar...

He finds his target before long, black and white pelt standing out amid the earth-tones of camp. "Hey Theepp'w," the apprentice mumbles around a mouthful of green, depositing the stem by their paws. He quickly stomps a foot down on it to keep it from blowing away, keeping a careful eye on the puffball as the wind steals a few seedlings from it.

He is quiet for a moment. His eyes narrow into a squint, glancing between the flower and Sheeppaw. And then - suddenly, he breaks out into a sheepish smile. "Yeah, I was right!" the apprentice affirms to himself, before seeming to remember that there is another cat standing in front of him. "Oh, um, I mean - it k-k-k - it k-kinda looks like you, right? The d-dandelion?" Maybe he's silly for seeing the resemblance... But the soft white flower with the dark core looks a whole lot like Sheeppaw's face to him.

THERE ARE FLOWERS GROWING ALL AROUND ⛧ A MASSIVE ANIMAL INSIDE OF ME‎

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  "SPEECH"
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  VULTUREPAW ⛧ he / they / she, apprentice of windclan, seven 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 and bilberrypaw.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[SHEEPPAW]

He was curled up near the apprentice's den, his drowsy state the opposite of his usual zany attitude. He was completely prepared for training, as being confined in the Badger sett was hell on its own... but today it's simply him and his snoozing. None of the solicitious pleas of sickness. An ear twitches when he hears pawsteps, paired with a familiar voice. Vulturepaw! The apprentice blinks open his eyes, spotting the spiky dark tabby approaching him with something in her mouth.

Half - lidded blue eyes, settle on the flower in interest. She lifts her head from the ground, where it had been rested to look up at the other apprentice. "Hiya, Vulturepaw..." Her voice was low but vehement in a matter, as she eyed the dandelion. The downy white, stood out against the earthy tones of camp they were found practically ubiquitously, hidden in little crooks and such. He lets a confused noise escape his throat, tilting his head to the side. "Eh? Huh?" Blinking at the other feline with a flick of an ear.

Ohhh! She lets out a snort from his nostrils at the explanation, she kinda was complaisant at the matter at hand. Agreeing with the Vulturepaw in agreement. Nodding, he smiles up at the eclipsing, spiky - furred feline. Eyes now wide and fulgent, he starts talking once more with a big grin. "Ohhh, I can see it. It does look like me! It's all fluffy and stuff... Like me!" He paws at the trapped flower under Vulturepaw with a slow sweep of his dark, plumy tail.

⊹ ⏜ ۫ . 𝙎𝙉𝙊𝙊𝙕𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙐𝘿𝙎 ᶻ 𝘾𝘼𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙇𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝙐𝙄𝙇𝘿

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• no ref yet </3
• ( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
  ⤷ amab ; HE / SHE ; not opposed to gendered terms
  ⸝⸝ CURRENTLY 10 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 29TH.
  ✶ undecided / not actively looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, B9D6F2" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like night air & windblown heather
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[FEATHERSPINE]

Featherspine only ever seemed to have an imagination for awful things, for tenebrous beasts peeking out from the distance ... not for play, not for fun. These were apprentices, though ... learning to defent their Clan with fang and claw, and what were they getting up to but picking dandelions. Truly, he could roll his eyes into the back of his skull. DuskClan was not a forgotten threat, and Yellowcough yet again whittled their ranks thin.

Looks like you, Vulturepaw said... a cat who should not be ignorant to the dangers of the world. And perhaps she wasn't ... something very slight softened in Featherspine when he recalled his own hobby of painting. This was not quite mindful, but maybe it stemmed from the same place of reprieve as her own did. A largesse manner, even if it was just dandelions, might be Vulturepaw's way of painting a picture.

Still, he could not agree with the sentiment behind the gift, and voiced as much. "It's a d-dandelion," he remarked, quirking an eyebrow. "And you've lost a b-buh... a lot of it."​

✦ penned by pin​

 

[erminepaw]

Anytime there's some sort of activity in camp, you can bet your butt Erminekit isn't far behind. What can he say, the boy is drawn to anything that could turn into a spectacle or a good time. Today's subject of attack... ahem- of interest, was Vultutepaw, Sheeppaw and Featherspine. They were crowded around something Vulturepaw had beneath their paw. It was a plant of some sort with a fuzzy top that was losing bits of said fuzz whenever a stronger breeze blew past. Strange. Anyway-

White tipped paws carry the tomkit forward until he inserts himself into the little circle created by the three older cats. He's going to be part of this conversation and there's nothing they can do to stop him! Hopefully they signed up for babysitting today...

"It's so fluffy!!" He says, awe in his voice as he tries really hard not to reach out and poke it. Just... so hard.
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[deerpaw]

He's surprised to see his equally timorous denmate approaching Sheeppaw more boldly than Deerpaw has come to expect, but really, how much does he actually know about Vulturepaw yet? He keeps to himself most of the time, not speaking to his fellow apprentices, it had only been recently that the spiky-furred feline caught his attention and held it. Copper eyes find and track the dandelion, flicking between it, Sheeppaw, Featherspine and Erminekit as he approaches.

"It's falling apart," Deerpaw observes sadly, nodding to the way the fluffy-topped seeds are easily yielding to the breeze. "Now it doesn't look much like Sheeppaw at all - too naked. Unless he loses all of his fur somehow." He laughs softly, then quickly glances up at the two apprentices in fear that he'd offended them. The fawn-like cat bites his tongue to keep a flood of apologies from spilling out.
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[ JUST LOOKING FOR A PROTECTOR, GOD NEVER REACHED OUT IN TIME -- ]​

 

[SCORPIONBACK]

The scarred tom blinks over at the loquacious chattering of apprentices and Erminekit. Scorpionback finds himself silently approaching the small group of apprentices with perked ears, and a slow flick of his long tail. But... these are apprentices, learning all the harshness beyond camp's walls and training to be a warrior. This Duskclan... and the sickness of Yellowcough have not been forgotten in his mind. And all those tenebrous things. In all honestly, he could just about roll his eyes at the scene before him.

He approaches the group, the sun rays from up above eclipsing his long - limbed figure. While he blinked down at the younger cats, studying what they were doing. He doesn't really get what the fun is about. An ear flicks towards the voice of both Sheeppaw's, the zany apprentice has all but approved of the flower that looks like him. Though... the flower in question has almost fallen apart. Sadly, the breeze has taken most of the seedlings into the air. A tragedy... He grunts in agreement turning his head towards the young timorous tom of Deerpaw. "Doesn't look... like him at all now."

໑⁺˖ ⸝⸝ CAUSE YOU'RE A NUTCASE ( ♰ ) YOU'RE A FILTHY PIECE OF TRASH

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• ( they come in creepin' ) 𓆩⟡𓆪 SCORPIONBACK. ╱ windclan warrior.
  — trans masc ; HE / HIM, accepts gendered terms ; 24 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 12TH.
  — pansexual / not actively looking / open to crushes & romance
  — a tall, lanky shorthaired dull black feline with narrow dark amber eyes.
  — battle notes — thoughts ; "Speech, 9a3b3b" ; attacks only
  — may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  — smells like raspberries & midnight rain
  

  ic opinions: he can be outright mean and rude,, </3

  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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