"I swear! I saw it over here" Chestnutpaw huffs as she trudges through the undergrowth, plumy tail flicking with a notable thump against stray sturdy pine trunks as she marches. Her sisters march alongside her, the apprentice turns her head to glance at the pair every so often. While expecting them to follow her there is an anxious twang that tells her if she doesn't look at them every so often then they would just disappear. "This gorgeous twoleg material! Stuck in the trees" Truly it's a shock even to her. The fact that something like that could be wasted, well whatever. She's certain Swirlpaw would find enjoyment in the adventure, Creampaw might want the object for herself. She was feeling nice enough that she would give it to her sister too if she asked. Was there hope that she wouldn't? Yes, absolutely but she was not foolish enough to actually let said hopes be spoken out loud.
Delicate nose scrunches at the strong scent of pine as she feels the needles sticky with sap cling under paw paws and intertwine with her fur. Sometimes she loathes the wilds, it's all she's ever known and she wouldn't change it for the world. This forest is an adjustment at all, that's what she tells herself at least. There is an echo of an untrained show cat in her, not that she really knows such a thing. Despite carrying the attitude of one she doesn't have those refinements. She can't help but wonder sometimes how much of that is inherited from their mother, a woman they haven't known and most likely never will. Not since they moved at least, it seemed like a far fetched dream to try and track her down herself. So instead she continues to walk in that shadow, amongst that echo. Chasing after frivolous things like lost twoleg items that capture her eye.
"See! It's right there!" Stuck in the upmost part of the pine trees that decorate the space between the edge of their territory and twolegplace. Fencelines and strange dens litter the horizon line, though the backdrop doesn't matter much to her. A lone scrap of semi opaque multicoloured material is tangled between branches. That part doesn't fascinate her, though the sunlight catching it is rather striking. No, the smokey molly is far more interested in the different silken strings that hang off both it and the long attachment to the strange object. They would make fine nest decorations, or maybe she could weave them in her fur even if temporary. "We should try and bring back part of it" she whispers to her sisters, the edge of a dare threatens to dance in her tone.
Paying too much attention to the object that lingers in the trees she hardly notices a rather prim looking kittypet that lingers. Though the twoleg scent eventually catches her nose, twitching with a threat to wrinkle. "Hello" it's a fine enough greeting. Cautious as she would really not bother trying to entertain the curious. "Swirlpaw, Creampaw" it's spoken with a clearing of her throat, glancing at her sisters then at the stranger to try and figure out what they wanted to do.
Delicate nose scrunches at the strong scent of pine as she feels the needles sticky with sap cling under paw paws and intertwine with her fur. Sometimes she loathes the wilds, it's all she's ever known and she wouldn't change it for the world. This forest is an adjustment at all, that's what she tells herself at least. There is an echo of an untrained show cat in her, not that she really knows such a thing. Despite carrying the attitude of one she doesn't have those refinements. She can't help but wonder sometimes how much of that is inherited from their mother, a woman they haven't known and most likely never will. Not since they moved at least, it seemed like a far fetched dream to try and track her down herself. So instead she continues to walk in that shadow, amongst that echo. Chasing after frivolous things like lost twoleg items that capture her eye.
"See! It's right there!" Stuck in the upmost part of the pine trees that decorate the space between the edge of their territory and twolegplace. Fencelines and strange dens litter the horizon line, though the backdrop doesn't matter much to her. A lone scrap of semi opaque multicoloured material is tangled between branches. That part doesn't fascinate her, though the sunlight catching it is rather striking. No, the smokey molly is far more interested in the different silken strings that hang off both it and the long attachment to the strange object. They would make fine nest decorations, or maybe she could weave them in her fur even if temporary. "We should try and bring back part of it" she whispers to her sisters, the edge of a dare threatens to dance in her tone.
Paying too much attention to the object that lingers in the trees she hardly notices a rather prim looking kittypet that lingers. Though the twoleg scent eventually catches her nose, twitching with a threat to wrinkle. "Hello" it's a fine enough greeting. Cautious as she would really not bother trying to entertain the curious. "Swirlpaw, Creampaw" it's spoken with a clearing of her throat, glancing at her sisters then at the stranger to try and figure out what they wanted to do.
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no particular posting order! @Swirlpaw @Creampaw. @Duchess
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CHESTNUTPAW she/her, SkyClan apprentice, 08 moons.
☆ A chocolate smoke with high white and big blue eyes.
☆ MILKHEART X DUCHESS | Littermates with CREAMPAW and SWIRLPAW
☆ penned by Juice↛ Ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
