Private Camp all of the stars have a reason to shine ──☆ gingerflame

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BRINDLEFEATHER ──

thunderclan | forager​

Eveningtime has the ThunderClan camp as busy as ever, cats walking to and fro as they either leave for or come back from patrols. Mentors speak with their apprentices or practice what they've learned, and warriors share tongues and eat fresh-kill together while the kits play noisily outside the nursery, the queens watching closely so they wouldn't get into trouble. Brindlefeather purrs loudly as the breeze ruffles his fur, some fiery-colored leaves skipping along the clearing at the wind's beck and call. Leaf-fall is so beautiful, he thinks to himself. It's a shame that such beauty is a sign of Leaf-bare approaching...

Rising to his paws before the sunlight can lull him to sleep, Brindlefeather stretches and decides to pad across the clearing, flicking his tail in friendly greeting to the warriors he passes by. He's been watching one of his Clanmates from across the camp for a while now - another one of the foragers, who seems to be struggling to make the bedding for a nest he's crafting. Gingerflame is his name - he and Brindlefeather had interacted in the past, of course, though it had mostly been niceties and casual conversation. Of course, Brindlefeather will take any opportunity to get closer with his Clanmates, and the red-eyed tom he approaches now is no exception. Smiling as vibrantly as ever, he sits next to Gingerflame, wrapping his tail over his paws delicately.

"Hi, Gingerflame!" he greets him, observing his in-progress moss bed curiously. "Do you want some help? I saw you from across the camp, you seem a bit stuck."

maybe we'll turn it all around 'cuz it's not too late

it's never too late

• ooc: >:3
  @GINGERFLAME
• "speaking" | thinking | action

 

[GINGERFLAME]

Leaf-fall while beautiful only spurred the cream tabby to work harder. Resources were only going to get difficult to come by, so he needed to improve his nest making skills. Despite being a forager, he still felt behind in comparison to the other foragers. They'd reassure him that his nests were fine enough, or that his skill in altering scents was unparalleled. Unfortunately, their words only worsened his mood. He would not show it to them though. No, he would bite his tongue and smile as if their comfort actually meant something. Thank them for their kind words and in some cases reciprocated an embrace. If he promptly bathed himself to get rid of their scent, then it was his own little secret.

Today, like clockwork he diligently works on a nest. No one at this point in time required a new nest, but he could always use it to expand an already pre-existing nest. The elders and caretakers frequently requested a nest expansion, so it wouldn't be too difficult to find somewhere his nest would be useful. However, Gingerflame is beginning to despise this nest. The twigs serving as the base aren't jutting out at weird angles, so by all accounts his nest was soundly made. The problem? It wasn't as soft as he liked. He understood that it was because he used only dried leaves and moss, but he wanted to prepare for when Leaf-bare struck. When there was a lack of feathers and wool to create the comfiest bed one could fathom. A foragers job was to be resourceful after all.

An ear flicks in the direction of his name being called. He didn't have to look to know who it was. "Hey Brindlefeather." The pair aren't super close, but Gingerflame wouldn't dare say they're just acquaintances either. After all, Brindlefeather is his nest test taker. If the older forager wasn't pleased, then Gingerflame would alter it until he got approval for the nest to be released to the public. Frustration boils in his gut when Brindlefeather offers his help. The urge to hiss at the other forager is strong, but Gingerflame knows this. If I do that he'll just run away from me. That's no way to make friends.

Even as the flame of frustration roar in his gut, he turns to the other forager and smiles. "If you have the time to spare, your help would be lovely." Not wanting to make a horrible decision, he turns his attention to his nest. "I'm struggling to make a very comfortable bed with limited materials. With leaf-bare coming soon, I just wanted to hone my skills." A cream paw presses down his moss bed. Not soft enough. Is there really nothing else I can do? Adding more twigs would make it more uncomfortable, but if I took out some... It wouldn't be as solid. "Here, you can lay in it. Maybe you could figure out what it's missing once you get settled into it?"

COAL TO DIAMOND ✩₊˚.⋆☾ 𓃦 ☽⋆⁺₊✧ SOLD TO FOOLS

• GINGERFLAME

  — forager of thunderclan
  🗡 21 moons — he/him — ages realistically on the 14th — mentoring cardinalpaw
  🗡 speech is "#F2935C" — thoughts are italics — attacks are underlined
  🗡 short haired cream tabby with vibrant red eyes
  🗡 peaceful & healing powerplay permitted — underline & tag when attacking
  🗡 penned by velou — kasaven on discord — open to plots & dms