that you made with plastic power ✦ trinket trading

[Galepaw Galepaw]

—————————————————— Rocked by an endless motion ✦

There was a particular sort of chill in the air, and so Galepaw found himself in camp rather than out swimming. The tom carefully sorted through various piles of little things he had set out in the middle of camp, meticulously organizing them by a pattern only he could see. There was a variety of things—and among them, a small pile of strangely round and flat twoleg things, each adorned with two or four holes, a clump of neatly fluffed feathery down from some poor bird's nest, a pawful of various shapes and sizes of shells, a variety of feathers the tom had scrounged up from the floor and other's meals, and most notably a mountain of shimmering fish scales he had meticulously sliced off of many, many fish. Gale hardly bothered with much else—he didn't understand the obsession with rocks some of the cats in the clan had, but he did his best to cater to them as well with a small pile of stones, mostly dull and gray though some with white lines crisscrossed through them.

Over all, the tom was pretty happy with his haul, and his gaze peered around camp in interest as he tapped his never-still paws in earnest. He wasn't alone, at least, with the little ambulatory ball of mixed dark and orange fur surveying his stockpile next to him. With a raised brow, the lynxpoint looked down at Salmonkit. "...Many cats prefer a more ornate nest, or perhaps they wish to shimmer like the river during the setting sun, or perhaps... perhaps they simply want a feather to play with." He let out a little huff of amusement, reaching out with a delicate paw to gently pick a feather up, one that was dark and iridescent, much like a fish scale. "It hardly matters what they want it for. I'm more than happy to provide it for them."

With a strange glittering look in his eye, the tom glanced back over to Salmonkit, a smile forming on his lips. "...For a price."

—————Whether truth or just a story

It's not up to you—————

• this is OPEN!!!! come one come all to offer your odds and ends, your woven reeds and your shiny rocks for gale's collection of Things!
  @Salmonkit
• 
  Galepaw
  ✦—Riverclan Apprentice | 10 Moons
  ✦—He/They/It
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A fluffy high white lynx point with curled ears and deep blue eyes
  #87878E #BAB2AC

 

[Salmonkit Salmonkit]

—————————————— All I wanted was to be seen, and to see. ✦

When the kitten learned of Galepaw's plans, his eyes lit up, excited about the prospect of actually trading with the clan. Even as he tried hard to help with Gale's collection of scales, his tiny paws were still far from as steady as his friend's. More often than not, he mangles the poor fish in his attempts.

So, instead, as Gale was setting up for the day, Salmonkit raced back and forth with his meagre collection of pretty rocks. On the occasions Mama took him and his littermates outside of the camp, Sallmon had taken to collecting rocks, much as other clanmates did. But learning of Gale's plan, he was willing to give up his treasures to help the older cat.

As his small pile of stones was delicately laid out, Salmonkit smiled up towards his friend. "Now you've got more to trade!" He purred, warmly, sat at Galepaw's side like a tiny salescat. He nodded emphatically as Galepaw explained his plan, trading trinkets for... Uh... Woven reeds?

The chimaera was rather confused as to why the apprentice needed such boring things, but he was happy to help. Gale would do most of the talking. Salmon was there to help move things when they were traded; otherwise, he was just excited to see the others' plan come to fruition.

————— Is it magical thinking,

or is it magical realism? —————

• 
  Salmonkit
  ✦—Riverclan kitten | 2 moons
  ✦—He/him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A tiny black x chocolate broken mackrel tabby chimaera with bright, too knowing eyes.
  #4B7CE4