She knows you heard her ||p; Milepaw|| staging music murder

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    ✦✦✦ In many prominent ways, Spotteddream was a perfectionist. She waltzed backwards in a methodical manner, taking in the display of woven baskets arranged before her. Visibly, this would appear to be a very simplistic art, but not to Spotteddream. She wasn't particularly fond of the way her assortment of bassinets met the eye, especially the one made out of sequoia fronds. She sighed feebly, reclining onto her haunches in an attempt to rest her fatigued limbs. She had approximately seven more baskets to complete, making her arduous task all the more daunting. To have a colleague willing to aid her during this process was a luxury she had an inordinate hankering for, but those with an appreciation for the arts were a rare specimen to come by these days. Regrettably, she was far too reserved to ask someone for assistance herself, so she could only hope for an eager passerby. That was a possibility only a miracle could produce, she assumed. Her workspace could be found in a cranny beneath a Montezuma cypress, nestled behind a gateway of spindling roots. Her enclosure, though tight-knit, was spacious enough to shelter three entities of average size from the squalls of January wind.


    //this is super rushed, I'm so sorry !! MILEHIGH

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    /bruh dw about being rushed at all! your writing is always a treat to read <3

    Milepaw never happened to have a mentor but thankfully, he was progressing fine in his supposed 'training'. Showing up to raids would teach him all he needed to know about combat. So with that in mind, the trainee was often running around, causing trouble or speaking to his peers. With no mentor to hold him down, he had a lot of free time. This was what allowed him to come across the odd little nook that had been claimed by a familiar feline. Milepaw had passed this area about a million times but the apprentice had never explored it fully. He supposed his excited brain and overstimulated eyes were too busy to notice such a plush hideaway. However, today the silver hybrid would scuttle over and stick his head inside the 'hole' after curiosity got the best of him. There he would find a certain ragdoll and a few artfully crafted baskets. "Ohhh! Did you make those?" He queried rather excitedly even though it was very apparent that Spotteddream was the virtuoso behind the creations. Milepaw was especially interested by this because of the fact that he often used similar baskets when delivering presents of flowers to his friends at home. They were handy and light; the perfect vessel for delicate blooms.

    ✦✦✦ Spotteddream gave a startled hop, the tufts distending from the base of her tail now slightly discomposed. Either someone had been reading her thoughts, or there truly was a god. She pivoted to face the familiar apprentice, an alleviated smile now radiating from her features. "Goodness, I didn't see you there, Milepaw." She sighed in gentle tones, attentively angling her triangular domes forward. "Why, yes, I did. I've been doing so for half the day, it seems." She observed serenely, elevating her gaze to the slightly clouded sky. She couldn't be certain if her perception of time was entirely accurate, so the duration of her labor very well could have been hours longer than what she initially assumed. Nevertheless, a lighthearted grin enlivened her fatigued physiognomy. "If you're not busy today, you wouldn't mind lingering for a bit to help me out with a portion, would you? You'd be surprised, it can be very calming once you put your mind to it."

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    The corners of his grin quirked upwards at the older feline's surprise. Shocking creatures never got old. It was something he's always done to his mother whenever she was distracted. Her explosive attitude was very much worth the reaction. And though Spotteddream's reaction was much more peaceful, he still thought it to be a good one. Squeezing his way into the hollow, the trainee exclaimed, "really? They look great! I bet they were all worth the time to make." They looked rather complicated, after all, he didn't get how all the stuff just stuck together or how they were so good at being vessels for even heavy objects. "Oooh, I'd love to!" The catsune would be rubbing his paws together in anticipation if he had not been trying to seat himself comfortably, "but I dunno how to make them, can you teach me?"

    ✦✦✦ Spotteddream wasn't the best of educators, but she was in no position to turn down such a transient opportunity. "Teach you? Why, I'd be delighted." Although time consuming, beginning to assimilate the techniques behind this craft wasn't as composite as one would assume. It was essential to start off small, so Milepaw's learning experience would begin with a more simplistic hamper. "If you could fetch me twenty-eight of the ash fronds seated on the third shelf, I can get you started." She gestured one of her forepaws towards an assembly of mushroom tiers layered about the interior of the nook. Assorted on each shelf in clusters of approximately fifty was a proclivity of forest vegetation, as well as basins of meticulously crushed dyes. She was curious to see if her novice could identify the variety of plant she was specifying, but was eager to assist him if need be. [color-#ffffff]"I'll give you a hint. For the purpose of basket making, you always want to search for something that is both flexible and of reasonable length."[/color]