pafp WITH CONFIDENCE [ ❀༉ ] PELT DECORATING

[Meadowpaw]

"Hold still Scorchedkit!" She says in her best no-nonsense imitation of her mother that she can muster up. Her tone is way too mature for her age but she puts up a good front, even as she squints her eyes and her tongue pokes out between her lips in her concentration. It took delicate paws to weave flowers into fur and Meadowkit had already succeeded in crushing a good many in her attempts to help the other she-kit. She didn't mind that Scorchedkit had asked her to do it, in fact she found it rather endearing.

They were around the same age, Scorchedkit only being a couple of weeks ahead of her and her own littermates, so she recognizes that they would be den-mates their whole lives, and besides, she likes Flamewhiskers kits. They were way less stinky than Deerkit and Beetlekit, at least. She was more than happy to oblige a playmate who wanted to do something other than roll around in the mud and play stupid boring moss ball, this was loads more fun! "When I'm done the whole camp'll be so jealous" she chirps. Her own fur was sporting her mothers signature blue forget-me-nots, and into Scorchedkit's fur she was weaving small white blossoms.

When she's finally finished, she shuffles backwards, green eye anxious to observe all of her hard work. Immediately, a smile spreads across her features. "Yea, I'm pretty awesome huh?" she asks, puffing out her chest as she indicates to a nearby puddle so that her den-mate may take a look at her reflection. "Lemme know if you want more flowers! I think I'm gunna be a pro in no time." her tone is boastful even as she sweeps the crushed petals at her feet away with a brush of her tail, letting them scatter in the wind and effectively hiding the evidence of her (many) failures.

// please wait for @Scorchedkit

( ❀༉ ) make me feel like I'm set on fire

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  MEADOWKIT THUNDERCLAN KITTEN ; SHE / HER
  LIGHTSTRIKE X MOONWHISPER SISTER TO SCARLETKIT & MOTTLEDKIT
  

  A large fluffy red tabby kitten with a white chest, stomach, tail, muzzle and stripe running along her back. Her eyes are a deep, forest, green and in her pelt one can usually find flowers woven

  ✦ easy in battle + no formal training
  

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[Scorchedkit]

Scorchedkit's head twisted from one side to the other vigorously, hoping she could sneak a quick peek. Her dual toned maw split open, brandishing a grin as she giggled in response to Meadowkit's chastising. "Okay, okay I'm sorry! I'm just really excited to see what it looks like." Out of all their denmates Meadowkit was the best flower weaver she knew. The blossoms she wore from day to day often caught the tortoiseshell's eye and without any instruction on how to do it herself she instantly went to the red tabby for help. Despite the urge to twist and peer over her shoulder one more time Scorchedkit remained statuesque. Determined not to move a muscle she looked forward even as some of the stems began to tickle the skin beneath her plush pelt.

Jealous. They certainly would be. Barking a sharp laugh in agreement she chimed in. "Ha! Yeah super jealous! I bet you'll have cats lining up begging for you to weave flowers for them after this." Finally, after some time, the gentle pressure applied here and there to her body stopped and Meadowkit began to backpedal with a smile on her lips. With silent permission given to move again the tortoiseshell turned a tight semi circle after standing to her paws. Leaning over to gaze into the puddle ice blue and emerald green eyes stretched wide to illustrate her amazement. With a soft gasp she turned to and fro, admiring herself from different angles. "Meadowkit!" She exclaimed upon tossing her attention from the puddle to her denmate. "You made me look so pretty! I love it!"

The alabaster peonies scattered throughout her fur added a nice splash of contrast against her predominately dark coat. She looked perfect. Spinning one final circle she bounded her way closer to the red tabby with a bright smile on her lips. "Thank you. And I'm totally gonna ask you next time for more flowers. I wouldn't go to anyone else, even if they offered the juiciest squirrel." She promised, aiming to playfully bump her shoulder against Meadowkit's. She couldn't wait until her littermates and Flamewhisker saw her. ​

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[Flamestar]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ It was an uncommon sight to see Flamewhisker out of the nursery. She left to make dirt, or to see Gentlestorm, but being out for too long made her overwhelmed. It was too hard to be out here, where she had spent so much time with her mate. However...since the altercation between Sparrowkit and Scorchedkit a pawful of nights ago, she was trying to make an effort to be more involved.

She could spot Meadowkit and Scorchedkit not too far away, near a puddle. Moonwhisper's kit was weaving flowers into her daughter's fur, and the sight caused a rare smile to form. Even though the nursery was practically bursting at the seams, it was wonderful that her kits were able to grow up with others their own age. She had been worried about Moonwhisper's offspring at first, but it seemed there was enough of their father in there to balance out her sharp tongue. The queen padded over to the pair, attempting to touch her nose briefly to Scorchedkit's forehead. "You did a wonderful job Meadowkit." she said softly, flicking her gaze to the young she-kit. "Do you have any left?" The last time she had anyone decorate her pelt was when Tigerpaw was still a kit. If the two wanted to decorate her fur, she wouldn't mind.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I WOKE UP IN TEARS ⋅✩⋅ WITHOUT YOU BY MY SIDE ──┐‎

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• FLAMEWHISKER ✩ she/her, deputy of thunderclan, 31 moons, ages on the 20th
  ⭃ LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  ⭃ formerly mated to flycatcher / / mother to: falconheart, stormfeather, sparrowkit, sunkit, mothkit, scorchedkit, and squirrelkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  ⭃ link to toyhouse
  ⭃ penned by Icey ! ↛ @icefang65 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — The pale tom's never far ready to be approached by Flamewhisker whenever she needed him and it's one of the days where he isn't cooped up in his den, he sees Meadowkit decorating Scorchedkit's pelt with pale blooms and it intrigues him. He approaches with both of his ears pricked forward only to offer a faint smile in Flamewhisker's direction then turns to the pair of kittens once more and purrs rather warmly "Scorchedkit, you look very radiant today. Meadowkit has really outdone herself." Gentlestorm settles down close by with a grin on his maw as he uses a paw to pluck a stray leaf from his pelt and puts a snowy dipped paw over his head in a dramatic way "If only my pelt wasn't completely covered in little dull leaves." It's small encouragement for either of the kittens to throw petals or flowers onto him but they needn't take it if they wished not to, his whiskers twitching in amusement.

The flowers remind him that he'll need to go find flowers of his own to take to the graves of his loved ones and he breathes quietly to himself, perhaps he could grab extra blooms for Meadowkit and Scorchedkit when he does so next time.

WHERE THE DOGS ROAM ✿ POR LA CALLE QUE TE LLEVA A CURICÓ

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✿✿✿✿✿ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✿✿✿✿❀ INFECTIONS
  — ✿✿✿✿❀ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ ILLNESS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✿❀❀❀❀ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ BROKEN BONES
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ KITTING
  — ❀❀❀❀❀ POISONS
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  ✿ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✿ gentlestorm is a very warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he's very social and willing to lend anyone a paw if they need it. he's very patient, caring, and it's usually rare to earn his ire.
  ✿ 54 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✿ widowed mate of little wolf
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset ; peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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[THUNDERGLEAM]

The deputy- Flamewhisker, who she had yet to hold a long conversation with, given her occupation in the nursery and recent grief- as well as the medicine cat, crowded around a couple of kits... it might have been cause for alarm had Thundergleam not scented the honeyed drift of petals on the feathery breeze. Scorchkit's excitement was difficult to miss, too... her voice was whipped into enthusiasm, ivory blooms scattered across her pelt. Yes, yes, it was no terrible disaster... just a lovely thing done for another, and important eyes gazing on adoringly.

Thundergleam wove over, precise as spiderweb and quite as delicate. Gentlestorm's words made her laugh, an airy little twinkling sound that had wide, pink eyes flickering over to Meadowkit. "It is not a prophecy that tells me Gentlestorm wishes too to be decorated," she chirped, hopefully giving the kit another little nugde in the right direction... toward him, and Flamewhisker, whose namesake spark was dulled so. Thundergleam made a little mental note to approach Flamewhisker, at some point... perhaps with a flower gift of her own. ​

penned by pin ☾​

 

[ROEFLAME .]

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All three of Moonwhisper’s children were shaping up to have larger-than-life personalities, vibrant in their own unique ways.
Meadowkit, however, was quickly becoming the social butterfly out of her littermates- quite possibly out of the entire nursery. It seemed to be a rare sight to ever find the golden she-kit by herself.
Where Roeflame’s own brood mingled about, the brassed tabby queen was there to keep an eye on them, an excuse to soak up all the sun the queen could.
Stars knew she was counting the days until her beloved children’s apprentice ceremony.
The sight of Flamewhisker leaving the nursery earns a half-minded glance from Roeflame, where she had been trying to look out for her denmate and offer support where she could, by now it was only up to Flamewhisker to rediscover her spark, which Roeflame was certain would come with time- at least, that’s what the tabby she-cat kept telling her own grief, hoping to make herself eventually believe in it.
The fiery queen comes back into view, and when Roeflame blink in Flamewhisker’s direction again, there is a glimmer of surprise caught in celadon hues to see her stooped over Scorchedkit and Meadowkit, where the latter has just finished weaving petals into Flamewhisker’s daughters fur.
The scene is nostalgic, bringing Roeflame back to the day she and Freckleflame had holed up in the nursery for the afternoon, her friend had let her ramble on while weaving pastel primroses into cinnamon tufts.
Roeflame pads over just as Gentlestorm and Thundergleam do, a purr vibrating in the back of her throat.
“You look lovely, Scorchedkit. Meadowkit is well on her way to having the whole clan covered in flowers.” Roeflame agrees with Flamewhisker and Gentlestorm, though Thundergleams gentle quip earns a fleeting side-glance, the rosetted queen is quick to move past it, soon offering the ivory molly the same warm smile that had been extended moments before.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SHE BLOWS OUTTA NOWHERE ⋅✴⋅ ROMAN CANDLE OF THE WILD ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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