A bit of painting (open)

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    Of all the possible tasks he could have been assigned for the week, painting something was by far the best he could have hoped for! Littlepaw grinned as he swiped tail and paws over the paper, working as carefully yet quickly as he could to make an image appear before him.


    It slowly formed into another bluish cat, lighter than him, with a gold circlet and herbs in her mouth. He smiled at the image for a moment, fondly, before the smile dropped away into something much sadder.


    But! Art was meant to be shared, and he wanted to have a fun time of things! His supplies were still present, and surely someone else would want to come over and have some fun - right?


    "Hey! Anyone else up for a bit of painting?[color=#a1bcd7] he called, smiling again and waving his paint-stained tail.


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    Crystal had a small smile plastered on the kit's face, I am! The kit squeaked finding a place to sit with a canvas in front of her.

    Littlepaw's eyes lit up happily as the kit raced over, nudging some of his paints towards her. [color=#537ca6]"Here you go. ...Just try not to get them too mixed together, or use too much,[color=#a1bcd7] he cautioned, giving a slightly shaky smile at the thought.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=9pt] "Hello sir, I don't think we've met before." arthur greeted, glancing down at littlelight with a charming smile upon his face. "I'm Arthur, Deputy here... Wow, such nice art... Did you make this?" he sat and looked at it, his thick tail lashing.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width:400px;][justify][color=white][font=arial]She loved art, not as much anymore. But there were pieces scattered around. She made one for Momo for a gift when he was sad. She liked seeing the happiness on his face when he received it. So happy... he did not have a care in the world, and it ended up being used against him. She just wanted to see his face again. The vice-leader made her way over, tired red eyes staring at Littlepaw for a bit before she sneezed and introduced herself. "I... I'm Lostboy, nice to meet you."


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    [size=8][color=#ECDBBC]Tama would approach, seating herself beside Losty, and offering a smile to the group. The servaline couldn't quite paint, however, she would try her best! It was all out of the manner of fun, after all. Though, whenever Tama was feeling creative, she simply found herself weaving together flower-stems. It had been good enough, for her, but she was beginning to see that she'd need to find herself a new hobby, maybe. It was likely not to be drawing, however.. Something, anything, that would take her mind off of her duties for a few moments, would be nice. Ah, it wasn't as if she was struggling under that responsibility, of course, it wasn't much actually.. But, ah, just some sort of talent to find would be nice.


    "Ah, Tama! Nice to meet you!" She'd chime alongside the other two, though, for a moment, her gaze had been captivated by the individual's painting. "W-Wow! That's.. That's beautiful!"

    The people beginning to make their way over caused him to flush under his fur, puffing slightly with a mixture of pride and embarrassment. [color=#537ca6]"Thank you..."[color=#a1bcd7] he murmured, before licking at his still fluffed fur. [color=#537ca6]"I did make it, yeah... It was something I was really good at, back in my old clan!


    [color=#a1bcd7]Not a warrior sort of thing, perhaps, but then, he supposed that it was a good thing to be, if people were coming to him and praising him for it. He nudged out paints and canvases to all the new arrivals, if they wanted some, with some slight hesitancy towards Arthur - but, he supposed, if the deputy thought he was good at painting, and seemed appreciative, maybe he was okay?


    [color=#537ca6]"I'm Littlepaw... And, the cat, she was my -"[color=#a1bcd7] his face fell somewhat, and he tried, shakily, to pull the smile back.[color=#537ca6] "My sister..."


    [color=#a1bcd7]Determined to not let the mood fall too much, he turned back to the canvas, and started on a new picture.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; border-bottom: 3px #FD7F3E solid; width: 270px; height: 20px][size=5][font=georgia][color=#feab81]inaho kaizuka[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; height: auto; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 1px]Inaho wasn't good with emotions, and art was a basis of expressing emotion. It was no wonder that the wolf tried avoiding art forms whenever he could, whether it be painting, dancing, or music. The crowd around Littlelight did make him slightly curious, though, and Inaho decided to approach.


    Making a small reminder to himself that his scientific ramblings probably wouldn't be received well, Inaho remained as a silent observer.


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    inaho kaizuka / blizzardclan / apprentice / npc xx npc / first generation / eight months old / male / bisexual / single / no crush / no mentor / black wolf / red eyes / scientific / intelligent / #inahoktas


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    [justify][size=8] Oakpup usually tried to stay away from large gatherings but painting.. seemed fun. The young coyote made his way over to Littlepaw and the others, looking down at the toms paintings. "This.. is quite amazing.." Oakpup commented with a small, crooked smile. "I've never painted before but it seems fun. How do I get started? Just.. dip my tail in and paint whatever comes to mind?" he asked.
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    "I would love to paint!" Clover chimed in, showing in the area. ".....However.. 2/3 of my tail was ripped off by a dragon... So I'll be using my paw... HEY! Did you draw that?! I love it!!" She spoke, her voice slightly shaky.


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    "Ah, a fellow painter?" the wolf inquired, ambling over to the growing group. "How exquisite." he looked over the paintings already being made, happy to see his Clanmates taking an interest in his favorite pastime. Asterion had never painted with his tail before, preferring either his paws or the more flexible talons of his hippogriff form. As for his past works, the inside of his stone hut was gradually becoming coated in memories projected as paintings.
    The long legged canine say among the others, pulling together a few reds and yellows before dipping his paw in. He didn't have a particular picture in mind, just a swirl of emotions he intended to manifest as an abstract painting.


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    Clover grinned widely as she spotted her buddy, Asterion!
    "Asterion!!" She chirped happily, her ears perking up. "Let's make a picture together!!" The cute little white Oncilla had her paw dipped in some light, Tama-blue paint, wanting desperately to paint something beautiful with him.


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    [move][glow=pink,2,300]"The best feelings are those that have no words to describe them."[/glow] [/move]
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    Boba walked over curiously, his cape wrapped around him. Looking at the painting he wondered if he could use the paint to touch up his old, beaten up armor that had many chips in the paint.

    Everything had really started to kick off, perhaps even moreso than he had expected - well, definitely moreso. He hadn't even truly expected anyone but himself to join in...


    [color=#537ca6]"Yeah! Tail, or paws, whatever you feel more comfortable with. I've been using both,"[color=#a1bcd7] he admitted, waving around his paint stained paws.[color=#537ca6] "Whatever comes to mind, yeah! It might not come out exactly as you imagine, but the more you paint, the closer you'll be to getting what's in your mind onto canvas!"


    [color=#a1bcd7]Once again, he found himself fluffing from embarrassment and pride at the compliments. [color=#537ca6]"That was me, yeah... I can draw more like it, too!"

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    [justify][size=8] "Alright.. thank you." Oakpup replied, moving to a spot with a blank canvas. What to paint. Something he liked. well he liked rain. maybe he could attempt to paint what a rainy day looked like? Or maybe the dark sky? He would start by maybe painting some distant mountains, maybe a field, before he started on the white gray clouds.
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    Realizing that this type of paint would look bad on armor, he simply walked away.

    Littlepaw smiled at the image; Lostboy looked sad about it, but it was very nice, at least. Hopefully his smile was reassuring enough... [color=#537ca6]"A self portrait? You look very pretty in it!"


    [color=#a1bcd7]With all this painting and activity, he really felt inspired to make something new - and so he did. It wasn't anyone or anything he recognized, but dragons were a popular thing in tales, right?

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    Hearing his name called, the wolf's ears perked up and swiveled in that direction. Locating Clovermoon as the source of it he padded in her direction, a rare grin sweeping across his features. "Sounds like a plan to me." Asterion woofed, conjuring up a towel to wipe the red paint from his paws before settling down next to the female. "What shall we paint?"
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    Clover rubbed her chin in a thinking position, getting blue paint all over herself. Not even noticing, she began to wag her tail-stub and draw on a big, blue sky background. "Let's paint BlizzardClan!" She mewed cheerfully.


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    [move][glow=pink,2,300]"The best feelings are those that have no words to describe them."[/glow] [/move]
    [shadow=pink,right] - Tsuki no Clover.[/shadow]


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