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It was a shame, really, no one seemed to have half the eye for interior and exterior design as Poppymask did. SummerClan had some of the most beautiful flowers in all of the Clans yet their presence was all but neglected in the main camp. Sure, there were some floral arrangements here and there, but none of them were Poppy approved, which meant they all had to go.
At the moment she had a few clematis starts - all different shades of purples and pinks - and was attempting to replace some older vines around the main entrance of camp. Of course, she would need help with this, as she was a short, stout she-cat, and the old vines were very high up. Poppymask was growing frustrated at how difficult this task was becoming but was relieved to hear the pawsteps of an approaching clanmate AKA help, "Hey you, perfect timing, help me pull down this vine."
Windyhurricane bounded into camp, a dead mouse tangled in his messy fur, not that he knew that. He had been stumped on where his kill had went, instead returning to camp empty pawed. He was a tangled mess of grey fur with a blue grey mask and brown legs. There were twig branches, seashells, leaves, pearls, and other bits of nature stuck in him. When he stopped to sit down he noticed Poppymask motioning him over to a vine. He stared up at it before swiping it down with great ease. He was a WinterClan cat so he was rather useful in height.
"You want it gone right?" He asked, wondering if he understood properly or if he just destroyed her dead vine decoration.
Just then a gust of wind came in and whipped the vine right into his fur where it nearly vanished from sight. Rumor had it that he had an extra kit, but she got lost in his fur and was never seen again.
Poppymask hadn't realized that the cat she was summoning was Windyhurricane and groaned when she did. That tom was a walking hazard who had no sense of beauty or elegance. She herself was a longhaired cat - not on the same scale as the former WinterClan tom, but don't tell her that - and her pelt was always beautiful and free of any debris, save for the occasional flower she weaved into it. Windy, on the other hard, was like a magnet for disarray, and the theory was proven right before her very eyes as the old vine practically slithered into his unruly locks.
"Uh, thanks, Windyhurricane." She said with a slight sneer. The flame-point she-cat hopped off the rock she had been standing on and was now looking up at him, "Please tell me someone is else grooming your fur now that Wispypaw is gone on the exchange? You smell like a fresh-killed mouse and that's actually not a compliment."
"Aw that's alright I'll take it as a compliment," Windyhurricane replied good naturely, "I just take the occasional swim, have a seaweed wrap, sun myself, all the luxuries," he assured her as a stray leaf in the wind attached to his fur as though calling him a liar on the spot. His tongue lazily leaned out of his mouth as he panted like a dog. "Anything else you need?"
