camp WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE & DOZING

[sparkspirit]

Feathers for softness, he thinks that's what he needs.

Sleep had been coming to him a little bit easier each night since their return to camp. The nightmares of what he had done left him slowly, and these days it kept him up for only a few moments at a time whenever he awoke. And he no longer felt the need to run from camp and heave up his final meal. All in all, it was...progress. The slow and sturdy kind that he knows he should value, yet finds difficult to. It doesn't feel like enough. Certainly not when he's still falling asleep only late into the night and waking for each dawn patrol more tired than the last. Leafbare is steadily approaching and soon they will run out of heather to scent their nests. Crunchy grass and moss was the last thing that he needed for a cool night beneath the stars.

And so he plucks the feathers. It's a tedious task. Perfectly monotonous. One and then another, going for the soft downy parts closer to its throat than to the edge of its wings. He tucks them into his nest by the pawful and begins the work again, threading his claws and tugging, shoving, threading his claws, and– despite it being nearly sun-high, Sparkspirit finds his eyes drifting shut and his chin tipping lower, lower down, until it touches his chest and he stirs with a jolt, a bird at his paws and feathers in both. The cycle repeats once again, but this time he does not quite manage to wake himself. The young warrior drifts off sitting upright in camp, in desperate need of sleep, it would seem.

𝘛𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘓𝘌𝘋 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘋𝘚 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘐  ･｡ﾟ  🗲  ╱╱ 11.07.2023 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘚𝘈𝘠 ˊˎ＜

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• 🗲　　. 　 ˚　.  SPARKSPIRIT. HE - HIM - HIS. 14 MOON OLD MOOR RUNNER OF WINDCLAN. VERY LOYAL TO HIS CLAN. PENNED BY REVELATIONS.  ————
  
  
  ——  a trim mock tortoiseshell tom with mostly black fur splashed with the occasional patch orange. he has a singular white mark on the back of his neck shaped similarly to a lightning strike, and a small scar across the bridge of his nose. his eyes are a shocking electric blue.
  

  ✦ ECHOLIGHT x ELMBREEZE. ADOPTED BY YEWBERRY. BRIGHTFAM, BUT SOMEWHAT ESTRANGED DUE TO HIS LOYALTY TO WINDCLAN. ————————

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[PINKSHINE]

Pinkpaw is hiding. She's hiding from Scorchstreak. Of course— when she finds her, Pinkpaw will just smile and say she totally didn't mean to. Lying was bad, yes, but sometimes, it was necessary.

Pinkpaw hides by big cats. And one of her favorite big cats is Sparkspirit. They're family, or something, maybe. But, um, even if they weren't, he would probably still be one of her favorites. Pinkpaw watches as he plucks feathers from a bird... She can't stand having those things i her mouth, and she'd always wondered what the heck you were meant to do with them. Well now, she knew.

Hadn't she found a feather once? She had found it... somewhere. And given it to... someone. Did that someone tuck it into their own nest. Oh, she hopes so! That would be so very helpful of her, wouldn't it? Sootstar could never threaten her again, if she knew.

For a second, Sparkspirit closes his eyes for longer than it took to blink. She wonders if he's dead. But then he perks again— and he gets right back to work. And Pinkpaw gets back to wondering. And then... And then he does it again. He's asleep, she realizes. Pinkpaw could never ever sleep during the day! She hardly wanted to sleep at night. She only did that 'cause her mom told her to! So if Sparkspirit's asleep... that means he wasn't listening to his mom at all!

Giggling, Pinkpaw would make her way to him, and then bump her head right against his leg. " I'm gonna tell on youuuuu! "

staring at the mirror gotta smile, smile 🌸🌷🦄🦩 don't be late, we got plans!

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• ( IT'S TIME TO START A FUCKING RIOT, RIOT! ) PINKPAW APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHPAW, DOWNYPAW, & FINCHPAW.
  —— SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 4 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH
  
  A tiny, longhaired calico she - kit with yellow eyes, ringed blue around her pupils (sectoral heterochromia). While you can clearly see her flame markings on her face, the rest of her body is currently covered by a grey fever - coating. Though the whites of her are still very much visible. Pinkpaw bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
  

  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pinkpaw is a very irrational and childish character!​

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[RATTLEHEART]

Sleep had been harder and harder to come by as of late, an unfortunate side effect of the tensions and chaos that Windclan had been embroiled in as of late. Rattleheart's thoughts were often so frantic that she'd find herself restless even when she was ready to just curl up and sleep, mind racing over every possibility. After all, it would've been easy for Sootstar's loyalists - or worse, Sootstar herself - to handle some of them while they were asleep, blissfully unaware of the world around them. Deep down she knew that was just a sense of paranoia burrowing its way into her mind, but she simply couldn't fully shake the idea. Unless she was so exhausted from hunting and patrolling that she literally couldn't keep her eyes open anymore, which she had been achieving more and more often lately in preparation for leafbare.

It was sort of a relief to find that she wasn't the only one that had been struggling, even if she didn't exactly want Sparkspirit passing out in the middle of camp. At least it was nice to know that she wasn't alone. Though she doubted the moor runner wanted to be asleep at the moment, if the bird and feathers laying scattered at his paws were any indication. Her voice was softer and more sympathetic than Pinkpaw as she approached, tail brushing lightly over his flank in an effort to further rouse him. "I won't tell, but I don't get the feeling you were meaning to take an impromptu nap out here..." Her head gestured in the direction of the feathers, luckily not tossed up by Pinkpaw's enthusiastic approach. "I'm hoping those are for your nest...?" If they were for some reason not to help with the sleep situation, the tunneler would seriously have to question Sparkspirit's judgement... though she did already do that sometimes when she saw him hanging around with Snakehiss.
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[ PENNED BY EO ]​

 

[FOGBOUND]

your entire existence gives me a headache, go stand over there .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

“My. My. Taking a nap, are we?” He grinned, watching Sparkspirit in open amusement. It seemed others weren’t faring as well, sleep invading them with burdens far heavy for their minuscule shoulders, dreadful indeed, wasn’t it? His claws tapped idly against the well-worn ground, humming. Sleeping out in the middle of camp. Dangerous, sleeping with the sun high above their heads. He tsked, low and rumbling, watching Pinkpaw’s annoyed giggles, teasing the moor runner. Ah, look how they grow. He mused, watching the scene unfold with amusement. Annoying little worms.

He dared not speak, instead letting out a rumbling chuckle, outright outlandish to those near. Perhaps he was insane. Or was he already? Rabbitclaw would be of little help. A foolish tom with a death wish. He huffed. To think the apprentice had not seen a napping cat. “Do you thrive to watch others suffer?” He hummed, staring at Pinkpaw with a crinkled gaze, grinning devilishly. “I’m only joking, my dear.” He added after a pause, glancing at Rattleheart. “My. To sleep here, I can only wonder just how soft those feathers are.” ​

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[sparkspirit]

In a sudden flailing of limbs, Sparkspirit is awake. "Wha-mmm– fuck!" His tail lashes directly across Rattleheart's forelimbs, and his paw lifts to desperately shake off Pinkpaw before he fully realizes that either of them are there. Wide eyes remain unseeing as he blinks out hazy dreams and tears to clear out a dry gaze. The heather wall stands in the distance with shifting patrols; the sky is still light, and he's not curled up like he feels he should have been. His paws are surrounded by softness but it was not his own to claim– not his nest. A bird's. He's looking down at it now, and then sweeping to the clanmates around him. Two small black-tinged cats, and one much larger thunderstorm with an unkind smile. "Oh," he mutters.

"Sorry– sorry Pinkpaw," he yawns; "You can't tell on me. My mom's all gone." The sleepy concession reminds him of the other questions he had fielded from her litter. How are you related to me? Who are you? Sometimes, Sparkspirit himself wasn't even sure. "I was just making...my nest, yes." Who had said it? Rattleheart? Certainly not Fogbound. He gives her a tired, grateful smile, and the tom a more confused one. "They are soft. 'M not suffering."

𝘛𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘓𝘌𝘋 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘋𝘚 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘐  ･｡ﾟ  🗲  ╱╱ 11.07.2023 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘚𝘈𝘠 ˊˎ＜

• OOC. —
• 🗲　　. 　 ˚　.  SPARKSPIRIT. HE - HIM - HIS. 14 MOON OLD MOOR RUNNER OF WINDCLAN. VERY LOYAL TO HIS CLAN. PENNED BY REVELATIONS.  ————
  
  
  ——  a trim mock tortoiseshell tom with mostly black fur splashed with the occasional patch orange. he has a singular white mark on the back of his neck shaped similarly to a lightning strike, and a small scar across the bridge of his nose. his eyes are a shocking electric blue.
  

  ✦ ECHOLIGHT x ELMBREEZE. ADOPTED BY YEWBERRY. BRIGHTFAM, BUT SOMEWHAT ESTRANGED DUE TO HIS LOYALTY TO WINDCLAN. ————————

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[PINKSHINE]

Rattleheart is here. Rattleheart is cool! You know who isn't cool? This mega weirdo pink-eyed cat. Pinkpaw wishes she had pink eyes, cause then she could win a prize for being the cat with the name that makes the most sense ever. But anyways, Pinkpaw turns to him curiously when he approaches. He totally moves all ugly and tunneler like, even though he was obviously way too tall. Did Sootstar make a mistake, or something? Did Sootstar just like this weirdo cat more than her???

He smiles at her, and Pinkpaw smiles back because she's really cute and polite like that, but then he says something that doesn't make any sense at all. No, no way. Pinkpaw liked the exact opposite of that actually. She liked fun, and happiness, and good things. She is very clearly offended, puffing out her cheeks with a huff, prompting him to clarify that it was a joke... " Your jokes suck! " she tells him matter - of - factly. Someone had to tell him, or his jokes would suck forever. He's already sooo old and can't even tell one!

The joke is so bad that it wakes Sparkspirit right up. But he shakes her off, and Pinkpaw is totally sad. But then he says sorry, and she's not anymore. Pinkpaw perks up at once, rushing back over as quickly as she can to once again lean her head against his side.

You can't tell on me. My mom's all gone. Huh? " All gone? " she parrots, wide - eyed. Everyone had someone to get told to, didn't they? But he's already talking about something else... She guesses that's okay. " Your nest is way prettier than mine... Can I have yours? "

staring at the mirror gotta smile, smile 🌸🌷🦄🦩 don't be late, we got plans!

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• ( IT'S TIME TO START A FUCKING RIOT, RIOT! ) PINKPAW APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHPAW, DOWNYPAW, & FINCHPAW.
  —— SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 4 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH
  
  A tiny, longhaired calico she - kit with yellow eyes, ringed blue around her pupils (sectoral heterochromia). While you can clearly see her flame markings on her face, the rest of her body is currently covered by a grey fever - coating. Though the whites of her are still very much visible. Pinkpaw bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
  

  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pinkpaw is a very irrational and childish character!​

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