Open Backwritten Camp RiverClan They won't let me fufill my clean slated state || Basket weaving & Reintro

[Hydrangeabloom Hydrangeabloom]

{$title} Having lay low for a couple of moons, Hydrangeabloom decides to take helping his clanmates following the Shadowclan raid into his own paws, in his own way with what he knows best - weaving.

———————————— I can remember the feeling of being small. ✦

The grey tom had been lying low the last few moons, focusing on improving his hunting and, more importantly, having found a knack for weaving. He didn't even consider it an opportunity until he watched Peachtrot weave some delicate little flowers altogether into a crown. It had taken a while of fumbling around, piles of torn and ruined leaves and reeds and flowers, but now he really started to find a groove in it all.

Of course, he refused to not earn his keep, hunting when the freshkill pile grew pitiful or keeping an eye on the apprentices when other, more senior warriors grew busy. But after Shadowclan's attack on the clan, he wanted to do more. He was a frankly poor fighter as it stood, skinny and weak, hunting there was only so much he could do. But when he tagged along on a herb patrol once and saw cats struggling to hold everything, a thought came to mind.

While he enjoyed making decorative weaves - there were a few small bangles around his own paws and a sea glass baring necklace he was working on slowly - he realised functional weaving outside of nests and dens would be of more use now than ever. He was working on his first draft, humming something or the other, he couldn't remember the words, but it was a warm little tune that reverberated from the back of his throat.

The cradle of the thing already seemed too shallow, he realised, nose scrunching up a little. Holding out what was meant to be a herb carrying basket was turning out far too wide and shallow, the angle of which he had started too large and would trip anyone up trying to use it.

Hydra's tail waved absently, now trying to decide what it could be turned into rather than waste the leaves already tucked tightly into the weave of the alleged basket. A bowl? A weird nest? The weaver groaned a little, his projects always took some trial and error, but this time he would have rathered it come together faster to be at least of some use to the rest of the clan.

————— Where does it go?

So fast and so slow? —————

• ooc - who cheered hydras back after 4 months i miiiissed him, i wanted him to become a weaver so the 4 months he was gone hes been practising so time to yap and weave !!! or not if you dont know how, asking questions is okay too ehheh
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  Hydrangea
  ✦—Riverclan Warrior | 18 Moons
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A white and blue-grey tabby with light blue eyes.
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[JUNCOPAW]

Juncokit has been itching to do literally anything at all. Moons of playtime has been fun enough; she can always pester her siblings to try something new, watch the warriors discuss something urgent and important, or listen to the apprentices' gossip between mouthfuls of fish. But even those become predictable after a while... and now that freedom from the confines of the camp is just within reach, her patience has grown even thinner.

Her attention quickly finds Hydrangeabloom, and for once, a cat is doing something that Juncokit doesn't immediately recognize. He isn't reporting about trespassers or lack of prey or anything like that; he is silent, actually, and his paws speak for themselves. Except... no matter how long Juncokit stares at her, she cannot comprehend what he's doing and why. Maybe decoration for his nest?

"What are you doing?"

she chirps excitedly, popping out from behind Hydrangeabloom. The leaves have started to take shape now.

"How are you doing that? That looks so cool!"

Without waiting for an answer, she grabs leftover bits from the ground; Hydrangeabloom probably doesn't need those specific leaves anymore.

"Uh, like this?"

Her paws are clumsy and too fast as they attempt to conjoin two blades of greenery.

Thread is set before the July meeting, so Juncokit time YAYY

 

[Hydrangeabloom Hydrangeabloom]

———————————— I can remember the feeling of being small. ✦

Of all the cats to find him, he only about half expected a youngster to be the sort to curiously inquire about what he was up to. Wide-eyed, curious little thing, Juncokit. He had to chuckle warmly at the unapologetic curiosity of the little thing; weaving wasn't the most riveting thing one could see happening in the clan. With the lush river, full of shiny treasures and gleaming fish, most youngsters would seek the waters for their fill of intrigue, and yet.

Juncokit grappled with torn, smaller leaves, trying to mimic what Hydrangeabloom was doing. While he was never one to interact with the youth of the clan, he couldn't help but beam and gently ruffle Junco's head with a green-stained paw. "It's a start! These leaves are hard to weave if you have never tried before; they're slippery between the paws." Hydra clicked his tongue, gently placing down the too-large basket in front of the kitten. "I'm trying to put together some baskets for the upcoming herb patrols, make it a little easier on folks to recoup."

His gaze flickered to the already falling apart blades that the kitten tried to weave together, even the attempt was admirable. Most cats give up before they ever start when it comes to weaving, a finicky task requiring dexterity and patience. Then his gaze fell to his first draft. "It's a little too big for a carryable basket, but I'm sure we can figure something out for it." Maybe the kittens would find some way to use it during play, or some in-camp storage use. There was no need to tear apart something perfectly good.

Hydrangea hummed, a thought coming to mind, he had some thinner stalks, rush, saved for his work in progress project, but instead placed them infront of Juncokit. "Baskets would be a little hard for tiny paws like those, but I can show you how to make weaved bangles instead." He held out his paw, a braided rush bangle dangling from his wrist.

————— Where does it go?

So fast and so slow? —————

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  Hydrangea
  ✦—Riverclan Weaver | 18 Moons
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A white and blue-grey tabby with light blue eyes.
  #5f858e