PAFP Prompt Event Territory those strange outfits... (twoleg fashion discussion)

[Ploverslip Ploverslip Ploverslip's icon]

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Captain was once a scourge on the seven seas (or so he likes to say). His twolegs were an older couple, well off with a boat of their own and a love for the sea. He grew accustomed to the way the twolegs talked to each other on the boat, especially his twoleg's little one, who always wore an eyepatch and an odd hat. They called Captain their little "pirate" and he was always within the boat, or at least, he was, until his twolegs retired from their own seafaring days and became land lubbers like the rest of them.

Perhaps a bit stir crazy, Captain has taken to wandering the streets near his twoleg residence. He met Aurora shortly after they took to land, a touch younger than himself, but she reminded him much of his deceased dame Molasses. Their friendship is something he cherishes, and when she mentioned wanting to be more in touch with nature --- he couldn't help but agree. The carpeted floors of his twoleg residence were like a prison compared to the stiff boards of his twoleg's former boat. But there was something so freeing about the dirt beneath his paws and the scent of water in his nose as he walked with her.

She had mentioned a campsite, discussing at length how her twolegs often took her camping. As the pair padded towards it, he took in the sight of a few other cats. Many seemed to be mingling among them, laughing to each other. They were young, mainly. But Captain wasn't one to be shown up by younglings. He looked at Aurora, his mouth curled into a smile.

"Lass, did yer twolegs ever make ye wear those strange... neck things wit' the bell? Seemed so demeanin'." He gestured to one of the strange pelted structures, a scarf poking out. It was clear that another curious cat had grabbed hold of it and dragged it out halfway. "Like those! Me twoleg lass loved these things." He rushed towards it with the vigor and valor of a young cat again, grinning. "Aye, wearin' these on the bow o' the ship as the wind made it sway. 'twas a sight t' see!" He could see a few other cats looking their way, peering further into the tent he noticed more twoleg objects.

"Ah, reminds me o' the ole sea days" He meowed warmly, taking in the scent of twolegs. "Me twolegs liked puttin' me in funny outfits too, one they called a "pie-rat"." He chuckled, nosing out a few more objects of interest.

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  CAPTAIN — HE/HIM ･ 92 MOONS ･ FORMER SHIPCAT

  an older seal point tom with green eyes. 'tis the tale o' an ole seadog named Cap'n. Now forced ashore due t' his twolegs retirin', he be lookin' fer somewhere pleasant t' spend the rest o' his days. He had a mate who be now sadly wit' Davey Jones 'n two lovin' sprogs. He be known by many kittypets in the area due t' his age 'n be a rather pleasant tom t' be around, even if he can be a bit hard t' understand at times.

 

[Sleekshark Sleekshark]

I had a dream I was seven
Climbing my way in a tree
I saw a piece of heaven
Waiting, impatient, for me

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A laugh slipped from Aurora's muzzle as she padded alongside Captain, listening to his stories and glancing toward the poor youngster sporting a bell around his neck. " No, no way. There were no bells for me! " she meowed with amusement. " Just harnesses. My two legs took me everywhere, leash and all. And when I was a bit older, they even dared let me loose. " There was a playful bounce in her step, one that defied the stiffness creeping into her joints. Age is just a number, her two legs always said and she chose to believe it.

" Pie-rat, hm? " she mused, whiskers twitching. " I can picture it now, Captain, scourge of the seas, feared by gulls and adored by two legs. " Her tone was playful, though her gaze softened. She'd always found his tales comforting, a different kind of wild, but wild all the same. " I bet it was. " she went on warmly. " I've been on a boat before, but never the way you have, Captain. " Her ears pricked forward, eyes glimmering with curiosity. " I thought it was so vast... And deep. The taste of the sea is so very different from the taste of the river. "

As they neared the other cats, Aurora offered a polite nod, her fanged grin flashing. " Top of the morning to you lot! Hope you haven't gotten into too much trouble already. " she teased, voice carrying that familiar, amused rasp. When Captain dashed toward the scarf, she couldn't help but laugh, that low, throaty sound that came from both surprise and fondness. " Careful, Captain. " she chided gently, padding after him. " You'll have the young ones thinking you actually plan to raid the two legs' tents. I won't be helping you explain that one. "

Still, she lingered beside him as the laughter of cats and the rustle of tents filled the air. Her gaze softened, drifting toward the horizon. " You know... " she began, voice quiet. " I think I understand your sea now. All that open air, nothing between you and the horizon. The world feels larger when nothing holds you down. " She turned to meet his eyes, her tone thoughtful but sure. " Maybe that's what we've both been chasing, not the sea or the forest, but freedom itself. "

Then, with a teasing smirk, she continued. " Still, I wouldn't mind seeing you in that ' pie-rat ' outfit again. You'd give these young ones quite a tale to tell. "

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[Coyoteclaw Coyoteclaw]

The molly had been passing by the campsite yet again, it was hard not to be stirred with curiosity with the bustling of the area with the twolegs and all these new faces. Kittypets weren't exactly a novelty, but this many on the territory had made a lot of the clan on edge, so Coyoteclaw didn't mind investigating.

But rather than overhear anything bitter from the maws of them, instead she ran into a pair of elder cats, talking in a tongue that felt almost reminiscent of Wavesong, sailor's tongue or what she had called it once before. For a moment, she listened from afar, but as the sealpoint tom pulled some long soft pelt from the twoleg den. The thing caught her eye, it looked rather soft, it would make good nest materials.

While she wasn't one for small talk, she tentatively approached the two with a curious look. "Good sun high, I couldn't help but overhear you both." Her gaze darted to the long pelt and back to the tom with a curious look, tentatively sitting nearby to talk. "Is that really true, twolegs dressing you up? I've seen those collars on some kittypets, the ones with the bells." It did seem demening, but entire "outfits" covering one's pelt sounds downright uncomfortable.

She didn't understand the kittypet life, but it was hard to deny she was curious what on earth twolegs even did with their kittypets; she had lived her whole life without interacting with one, while some cats couldn't seem to live without one.

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COYOTECLAW She/Her, Riverclan Warrior, 25 moons.
A chocolate/cinnamon chimaera with low white and amber eyes.
mentored by none // mentoring no one
littermate to Dogflicker and Foxtail
NPC x NPC / parent to a none / mated to Brightnose
"SPEECH" // "THOUGHTS" // ATTACK
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Ploverslip Ploverslip Ploverslip's icon]

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Aurora was always more personable than him, some youngsters had looked at him strangely when he tried to start a conversation in the twoleg neighbourhoods. He figured they were just bratty youngsters, wouldn't know a seasoned explorer from a regular old cat. She greeted the other cats about warmly, their scents a mix of the water he longed for so dearly once again and something different entirely.

His expression warmed as he moved out of the tent, seeing the older molly's gaze meet his own. They had been friends for many moons, with Aurora helping him through the loss of his beloved Molasses when her time came far too soon for his taste. She was a wise molly, and her tone was understanding and thoughtful as she spoke of freedom.

"Right ye be, lass. I long fer the breeze once again on these ole bones!" He smiled, his older yellowing teeth visible. She was right, as much as he longed for the sea again --- for the forest, he really wanted freedom most of all. The ability to have adventure again without being a lap-cat that the twolegs dressed up in whatever they desired. It wasn't the life for him, and by the way Aurora spoke --- it certainly wasn't a life she wanted either. He let out a rather large guffaw of laughter at her suggestion of wearing the pierat outfit once again.

"I don't wants t' traumatize these poor kits. They look like landlubbers who 'ave ne'er seen a tom in uniform afore." He smirked, turning his attention to the young molly that had joined them. Her chocolate and cinnamon pattern was striking, almost reminding him of his departed mate. She asked about the weird neck things with the bells again, he gave a small nod.

"Aye, me twolegs were ne'er one fer those things but I've seen many cats wit' 'em jinglin' around thar necks," He chuckled, "Seems awfully demeanin' t' me. I like dis freedom ye all 'ave." He gestured to the forest with his paw, taking it in. His twolegs were getting older, adventure and freedom seemed to be escaping his grasp almost every day.

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  CAPTAIN — HE/HIM ･ 92 MOONS ･ FORMER SHIPCAT

  an older seal point tom with green eyes. 'tis the tale o' an ole seadog named Cap'n. Now forced ashore due t' his twolegs retirin', he be lookin' fer somewhere pleasant t' spend the rest o' his days. He had a mate who be now sadly wit' Davey Jones 'n two lovin' sprogs. He be known by many kittypets in the area due t' his age 'n be a rather pleasant tom t' be around, even if he can be a bit hard t' understand at times.

 

[lavenderspring]

[ @Frostmoth mentor ping :3 ]

Lavenderpaw parts her jaw in a yawn, following her mentor along with ease. Her attention, like Coyoteclaw's, is easily stolen by the commotion the campsite causes. She'd rather not be so close to the filth-mounds those twolegs create, knowing entirely too well that the site of them embitters her to no end... but it seems that some of the older RiverClanners have grown interested in the goings on of the Campsite. She follows obediently, though does not relax amongst the twoleg dens and cloistering scents.

Some of the strangers blabber on about the costuming twolegs conduct. From those long swathes of... something-or-other, to collars with bells. Lavenderpaw is grateful once again that she was born into a Clan - she'd absolutely take the shipyard over that life, too. Not to demean the cats that prefer the soft life of a kittypet, but it simply is not her calling whatsoever.

Her tail twitches as Coyotecrown carries the conversation. When she has a chance, she posits, "The freedom is nice," at least compared to their containment, "but we still work, too. It's not all fun and games..." The tom and his friend are older than her parents are, she thinks, with their creaking bones and wanderlust thoughts. She'd rather not offer them a fantasy RiverClan can't provide.

 

[Coyoteclaw Coyoteclaw]

Coyoteclaw had to let a small laugh drop from her maw; these kittypets, all things considered, seemed good enough company. "Don'tcha worry, I'd take more than that to frighten me, but Starclan be damned if I'm ever caught dead in on've those collars." She flickered her ears, kittypet life alone seemed suffocating, life wasn't meant to be easy, and everything was handed to you in a shiny little saucer. What else would a cat be supposed to do if not hunt for themselves, care for their clanmates and kin? It was peculiar, but that wasn't something she would utter to a pair of cats who had clearly lived good long lives already under twoleg care.

Then, a smaller voice caught her attention, a smile marring her maw. Lavenderpaw wasn't a foolish little minnow; Frostmoth had been teaching her well. "Aye, but that's the life of a warrior, hard work pays in the freedom to do as we wish." She purred, nodding to the youngster. A bright little spark who would be an honour to the clan for sure. "It's not for everyone, but it works for us who want to roam free and live of our own volitions. I wouldn't want it any other way." She smiled. Riverclan wasn't perfect, far from it, but it was her home now, and there was pride in that matter.

But, she hummed something crossing her mind. "Then again, I can't fault twolegs outfitting kittypets, some of our weavers have taken to making accessories out've reeds. Brangles and pendants, that sort've stuff. I couldn't manage it, but they're skilled cats." She pondered the little bangles she had seen, the trinkets lovingly woven, maybe Brightnose would enjoy something like that...

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COYOTECLAW She/Her, Riverclan Warrior, 25 moons.
A chocolate/cinnamon chimaera with low white and amber eyes.
mentored by none // mentoring no one
littermate to Dogflicker and Foxtail
NPC x NPC / parent to a none / mated to Brightnose
"SPEECH" // "THOUGHTS" // ATTACK
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Sleekshark Sleekshark]

I had a dream I was seven
Climbing my way in a tree
I saw a piece of heaven
Waiting, impatient, for me

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A soft sigh escaped her as she stood beside her friend, ears tipping back with a faint, thoughtful crease. " I find myself thinking more and more about the ways nature provides for us... " she murmured. " I've lived in two worlds for so long. But lately, things have begun to shift. I think my two legs are preparing to add to their family... And their traveling days may be coming to an end. " Her gaze lifted toward the sky, wistful and troubled all at once. " I know my fellow companion is ready to just live in the two leg world, but I'm not ready to say goodbye to the freedom we have when we're out adventuring... If I must live my final days somewhere, let it be the nature who envelops my decaying body. " she admitted quietly.

Then, with a sudden bright laugh, she flicked Captain's shoulder with her tail. " I may be old, but that doesn't mean I'm useless, or that I spend all my time warming the lap of some two leg. " She winked, her fangs flashing. " Besides, they should be well used to a tom in uniform. Gives you status, doesn't it? " she teased, snickering at her own joke. The sound of approaching pawsteps made her ears twitch. She turned her head, curiosity sharp in her mismatched eyes as a stranger stepped into sight, not one of the campground cats. The river scent on their fur clicked quickly enough. One of those River cats, then.

She let Captain speak first, offering the newcomer a warm, inviting smile. " Yes, some Twolegs do dress us up. " she added with a nod. " Mine did once, when the snow was falling. Only for a little while though, to take 'peekturs', as they called them. " She rolled her eyes good-naturedly, remembering the hat and scarf she'd been stuffed into. When yet another young soul added their voice to the mix, Aurora's laugh came rich and full, baring her teeth in delight. " I wouldn't have expected not to! If I wanted paradise, I'd curl up with my two legs until my dying days. " She shot a playful wink. " But I'm a hunter at heart. And trust me, I'm still sharp with my claws. "

Her ears perked as a new word drifted into the conversation. " Weavers? " she echoed, leaning closer with genuine interest lighting her face. " Now that's a term I haven't heard before. "

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[PIKESTAR PIKESTAR]

"It's one of the ranks within our clan,"

he interrupts. Truthfully he'd been listening to the three four cats discussing for some time now. He was happy to see that Lavenderpaw and Coyoteclaw were met with kindness. He would be lying to say he wasn't just a bit worried about his clanmates interacting with the campground kittypets. The first time he heard of it, he asked if they were hurt. Just because these were not clan cats didn't mean they couldn't pack a mean smack. After all, he'd gotten into his fair share of fights as a kittypet with other kittypets. Did he win? No, but he remembered the pain he endured. Loner, rogue, kittypet, warrior, apprentice, any cat really was capable of hurting another. It's for this reason he decided to go the campgrounds himself. Hiding and watching as some clanmates explored the strange dens? Graves? He's not sure. Whatever his case, his priority was ensuring the safety of the clan.

The silver leader emerges from his hiding place, nodding at Lavenderpaw and Coyoteclaw.

"Like Coyoteclaw said, they make accessories. They also make dens and make sure to match them up if needed. They also make some really nice nests! If you ask nicely and offer them something, they'll make a really comfy nest to sleep on. Personally I don't really like a soft nest. I prefer to sleep on stones, but a friend of mine is telling me I should at least make a warm nest for Leafbare."

The friend in question was none other than Russetfall. Knowing that she would hate to hear her kindness being exposed, he decided to omit her name. Even though it would be pointless since the pair talked often. It was not uncommon for Russetfall to enter and leave his den.

He tilts his head to Coyoteclaw.

"I kinda figured you didn't like wearing accessories. Some of the stuff the weavers make I think would look really nice on you, but I've never seen you ask. Maybe not a bangle. I feel like that would get you mad really quick. A pendant I was thinking, but since you don't like these types of things I'll have to get you something else. Food is kinda boring though. Do you like shiny rocks instead? I could find one for you."

Truthfully he did think Coyoteclaw would like nice with pendant. It wouldn't be as annoying as a bangle or an eye patch. He... Learned that eye patches took some getting used to. For Coyoteclaw who already had no interest in fashion, slapping on an eye patch on her would only result in a brawl.

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• PIKESTAR

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