PAFP Camp WindClan I could build me a castle of memories 🌾 Nursery tidying

[Merrystalk]

—————————————— Dreaming along in a pace you'll understand. ✦

Merrystalk found himself wandering the camp, trying to find something to busy his paws. The freshkill pile was plentiful, no need for herb patrols, he would have taken a nice catnap in the sun, but he was still apprehensive of the perception of his clanmates. But of course! A smile found its way to his face. he hadn't gone to talk with Owlbear in some time; it felt like, perhaps, some company would be nice for her, or if she needed anything.

A light hum of some song followed the tom as he trotted towards the nursery. He always had a light mood when greeting Owl and the kittens. She was one of his dear friends, and the three little furballs were a reminder of what amazing things the future would hold. Merry called out before he even reached the nursery, his smile obvious in his speech. "Aye, Owl, how 're ya-" Though his words faltered as confusion appeared on his face as he peered into the nursery. Rather than seeing his old friend curled up comfortably, all in the nest were the three little bundles of fluff. He peered about, and his face scrunched up as his brows furrowed.

Owlbear was patching up the nursery walls, paws hard at work, reinforcing the walls. "Owl what 'n earth 're ya' doin'!" He hummed, stepping in and looking at her with a look, not of frustration but concern, almost. "Yer meant to be takin' it easy now. There's plenty 've paws to do that kinda work." He sighed, gently. She was a determined cat, and he knew as much. Though he hoped he didn't sound demeaning, he wanted her to rest. Taking care of three kittens was a full-time job as is; no need to do busy work that other warriors or apprentices can do.

"Came here to see if ya' needed anythin' 'nd find ya' overworkin' yerself." He clicked his tongue, looking at the nursery walls himself. "I can fix 'em up while 'm here, yer jobs to rest now." Merry was... Protective, to say the least, of the cats he held dear. He often extended offers to watch the kittens to give Owl a break, grabbing her prey, water, fresh bedding. She had been through enough in the last month, and he wanted to help his friend as much as he feesibly could.

— And it's harder than you think,

Telling dreams from one another. —

• let @owlbear post first please!!! but after feel free to come pester them both ehehehe
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  Merrystalk
  ✦—Windclan moor-runner | 27 Moons
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A skinny, tortoiseshell cat with bright green eyes and pelt speckled with hay.
  #9D6E46

 

[owlbear]

Her kits now big enough to leave the nest and explore the rest of the camp, Owlbear has quickly started to get restless. She doesn't want to leave the camp completely, not eager to stray too far from her family, but still… It is awfully boring doing nothing. And it leaves too much time for thinking– too much time to remember cats who aren't here anymore, what they might've said, or done, or… Yes, it's too much. She has to do something. Anything.

So today, they woke up with a mission. There had been a terrible draft coming in through the nursery den, and she was determined to find it and close it up. This is what she's working on when her friend approaches, first sticking his head in the den but not finding her, then seeing her on the outside of it, working away.

"Hello to you too, Merry," she purrs, viewing him gently. She was not unaware that something had happened, something the younger tom was not eager to talk about, but eager to make up for. But she shakes her head, smiling. "Those paws can do better things than patching up dens, I'm sure! Catching food for one!"

She lets up for now though, facing Merry fully. The fuzzing isn't unwelcome, but unnecessary. Still, talking is a distraction too– and that's all she's really after. A distraction.

"But if you're offering, I won't deny you the opportunity. If you find the pesky place that's been letting a draft in… well, if me and Bushrunner have any more kits, I'll name one of em' after you," she meows, sighing in feigned desperation, eyes twinkling with amusement. "How're you doing, friend?" She asks, and in an almost conspiratorial tone she adds, "how are things going with you and Harefoot?"

i can't look at the stars

they make me wonder where you are

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  Owlbear, - 50 moons / windclan warrior
  peaceful powerplay allowed

 

[Merrystalk]

—————————————— Dreaming along in a pace you'll understand. ✦

He couldn't help but light up to see the smile on Owl's face when he saw him. "Aye that's why 'm here, done more than enough huntin' fer today, thought I'd come 'nd check up on ya' instead!"

He purred, moving to the side of the nursery, inspecting the walls, trying to find the gaps in the woven walls. "Damned grass, sure can help patch the thing up." The draft from the cool newleaf wind would be no good for her or the kittens, being out on the prairie made them so much more exposed than in the barn, something he wasn't too much a fan of. "If we're gonna stay out here, we really gotta find a better solution than these grass dens. Feels like we're repairin' the walls all the time..." He clicked his tongue. Nosing gently at the woven sections, maybe when the sun was in a different place,e the gaps may be easier to see...

Though, his train of thought was quickly sidetracked by Owl's small addition. He wasn't so sure how serious she was, but just the suggestion was enough to put a wider smile on his face. "Well, 'd be mighty honored, Owl..." He quietly pawed at the nursery walls, trying to feel if there was any draft from where he sat, busying himself as he spoke with his friend. He went to speak as she asked how he was; he'd been doing better as of late and it was nice to admit it.

Of course, until with a lightly teasing tone she mentioned Harefoot. His ears grew warm, and he found himself stumbling over his words a little. "Guess we ain't all that uh- Subtle I s'pose,,," He chuckled, sheepishly. "Things 're great, he's been helpin' me a lot with the last moon or so." The smile was evident in his voice; it wasn't as if he would hide it, though. "He's made me the happiest 've been in a while." Merry admits, with a smile, and it was true. He was happy in the barn; there was no denying it, but there was an extra pep in his step with Harefoot at his side. Even in the past moon, after so much going on and so much conflict, Harefoot was always there for him, and likewise Merry always made sure to do anything and everything he could for the other.

While his mind was still buzzing from his flustered state, he thought maybe Owl might want to keep focusing on the good. "How 're y'all 'nd the kittens, 've seen the lil' fellers out of the nursery already, they're growin' like ivy how big the three 've 'em 're." The only reason the pair weren't being jumped on was their snoozing little pile within the nursery. He tried to keep his voice hushed, not to stir them, Starclan knows Owl deserves a break from the little fiends for 5 minutes.

— And it's harder than you think,

Telling dreams from one another. —

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  Merrystalk
  ✦—Windclan moor-runner | 27 Moons
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A skinny, tortoiseshell cat with bright green eyes and pelt speckled with hay.
  #9D6E46

 

[Dustystar]

✪ Align my Heart, my Body, my Mind​

indentDustystar regards the nursery. They'd been in an awful rush to make a place for Owlbear and her kittens to stay, so there wasn't time to create a burrow, like they had for the other dens. Instead, they had hastily made a small tunnel in the tall grass, with just enough space inside for a single queen and her kits to stay. It's cramped, for cure, and certainly drafty. Dustystar is sure that, no matter how hard he tries, Merrystalk will never get rid of the draft completely. It must be uncomfortable, especially with the season rainstorms becoming heavy enough to soak through the tall grass and make the nursery damp.

indent "Maybe it needs a little more than 'tidying'. We still haven't dug out a proper burrow for it, have we. Even though there's been plenty of time." Dustystar moves closer to the outer wall of the nursery, inspecting it. "By all means, we should clean up now. But we ought to think about the long term, too." Dustystar isn't sure how Owlbear will think about sleeping in a hole in the ground, like a rabbit, but it must be better than getting wet.

Dustystar - 26 moons - Windclan Leader