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✞ Night falls across the moorland, marking the territory as safe for the albino apprentice to traverse. They should not have left WindClan’s camp without their mentor at their side—although they have permission to wander on their own during the daytime, nighttime is a much different scenario...

✞ Text "Text" ooc: — LILYPAW ❯❯ any pronouns, starclanner (former windclan tunneler apprentice) ⭃ tiny albino with pale, near-colorless pink eyes. friendly and cheerful, yet strange and a bit morbid. ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ⭃ penned by foxlore

✞ Returning from the tunnels and stepping into WindClan’s camp, Blizzardpaw shakes the dirt from her pelt as well as she can. She’s exhausted, and all she wants to do now is to take a nap in her comfy nest. She needs to remake it, probably, because it’s all gross and crunchy from the dirt and...

✞ Nighttime is nearly the greatest environment possible for a cat like Blizzardpaw. Their thin, pale pelt does not protect them from the searing light of daytime as their clanmates’ fur does, and they vastly prefer slinking across the moorland under the moonlight to rushing across charred grass...

✞ They had come to WindClan when the weather was too cold to withstand. Frigid fangs of ice and wind had been bared at their small, shivering form. Now, they can say with pride (or, at least, Webthorn says they should be proud) that they have survived both icy cold and scorching hot. The flames...

✞ The intense heat and impenetrable veil of smoke had frightened Blizzardpaw—but she is an apprentice now, and that means she has to fight things even if they scare her. She couldn’t stay with Lakekit and the other kits when they moved to RiverClan, so she’d only been able to follow closely...

✞ Blizzardpaw’s pale coat once made them a ghost, a wraith, floating amongst smoke and smog. Now white fur is stained dark with ash and soot, and the apprentice is so preoccupied with their self-imposed guard duty that they don’t even notice. Pale eyes are wide, scanning across the territory for...

✞ The snowy-white tunneler doesn’t know much about twolegs, or of their odd mannerisms. They do strange things and are highly dangerous. And the twolegs are very bad at digging, causing some of the tunnels near the borders to be weakened. Webthorn takes them out to simply check on one of the...

✞ Being an apprentice is not all that Blizzardpaw had thought it would be. Their name has changed, but it has remained the same, in a way. They are still blizzard, still the cold, swirling thing that had sank its fangs into the rest of their family. They do not want to be blizzard—not that they...

✞ The day is like any other. Blizzardkit—no, it is Blizzardpaw now—follows their mentor back to camp, their silky white fur stained a muddled brown by the amount of dirt that they have collected on their way through the tunnels. They do not mind the tunnels, they have found. The worms and other...

✞ The harshness of sunlight over the moorland normally keeps the kit tucked away in the nursery on sunny days, but today Sunstar’s call brings her trotting out to sit near the nursery’s entrance. She squints and then squeezes her eyes shut against the sun, which shines bright behind Sunstar’s...

✞ The first touch of a cool droplet upon the kit’s muzzle causes them to blink harshly, their nose wrinkling as they shake their head. Pale pink eyes widen, rounded with wonder as they stare up at the petals fluttering through the air in shades of pink, violet, and every other color that they...

✞ The kit has grown since they were first brought into the clan’s temporary home at the horseplace. They still stand miniscule against their clanmates, thin and fragile beside the broader figures of the moor runners especially. The scar that now mars the fur above their eye is evidence enough of...

✞ The older tom quickly turns to look at them, and Blizzardkit’s expression only brightens more. Slateheart is one of their favorite clanmates—any chance to aid him is a chance that the kit will take. He thanks them for their offering of flowers, which causes the albino’s ears to flick with...

✞ Both Rattleheart and Slateheart are going to the gathering tonight, and Blizzardkit is unsure how it should feel about that. On one paw, both of its favorite adults are going to be gone all night long, but on the other, the kit is excited for them. Going to the gathering is an honor; they...