camp ❆ CALM AFTER THE STORM \ light snowfall

[BLUEFROST]

The blizzard had been brutal. Cats had nearly lost their lives trying to traverse the moorland against the onslaught of snow and ice; Periwinklebreeze and Gravelsnap both are still hunkered down in her sister's den, and others are lucky to have escaped with their bodies intact and without serious illness. Bluefrost, had she been a warrior meant to feed her Clan and not a queen tending to kits, might be with them, had her destiny not strayed so dramatically. As it is, the smoke-furred she-cat had bundled her kittens close and forbade them from leaving the nursery until the weather had cleared.

Today, the air is clear and cold. She pokes her muzzle from the nursery, tasting for trouble. There's no rain today. No freezing sleet or gripping mist. She sighs, knowing the kits — who are half-grown at this rate, big-pawed and clumsy at the age of three moons — are aching for some excitement. "We should play outside today, hmm? Look at how nice it is." There is snow, but it has been cleared into piles, revealing hard, solid ground beneath. She sweeps her tail, beckoning her children out into the camp.

As she does, snow begins to spiral from the sky. It's nothing like the blizzard that had plagued the forest; it's light, leaving tender, cooling kisses on her tufted cheeks. She blinks up at the bellies of the clouds. For now, it is nothing to be alarmed about. "If you get too cold, please come back inside and let me warm you up. I do not want any of you catching sick." Still, as long as they're playing hard enough, their bristling fluffy pelts should keep them safe from the worst of the chill.

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• ooc: for week one of the advent calendar event :] ANYONE CAN POST IN ANY ORDER!! but tagging @Sootkit @Asterkit @rimekit @FOALKIT @Comfreykit since she's talking to them :)
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• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 23 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored Brackenpaw.
  — windclan queen. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — mated to Thriftfeather.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.

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[Silk-kit]

Silk-kit, who had been loitering near the nursery entrance with a suspiciously prepared pile of discarded feathers, perks up at Bluefrost's announcement. The silver and white kit's blue eyes gleam as she watches her younger friends spill out into the clearing, already bouncing through the fresh snow. It's a scene of chaotic delight, but to the young fashionista, it's a golden opportunity.

"Bluefrost!" Silk-kit chirps, bounding toward the queen with exaggerated daintiness, her tail arching in a plume behind her. "You look positively lovely with snowflakes in your fur. So regal! Like a true queen of the moors!" She skids to a halt, then proceeds to lift each paw one by one to dramatically shake them free of snow. Her attention doesn't leave the she-cat, though. Her tone is as honeyed as the sunshine peeking through the clouds, but there's a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. "Can I please play with your kits?" She bats her lashes, sweetening her plea. The she-kit is not sure exactly what game she wants to play, but she's already plotting.
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[Asterkit]

Tucked away in the safety of the nursery, Asterkit had been fortunate to avoid the worst of the blizzards. It had been frighteningly cold, however, and despite initially wanting to protest about being kept inside, she was glad for the warmth Bluefrost provided.

Today, the weather seems to have calmed enough to venture outside again. There is no howling wind, perilous sleet, or a lingering mist, just grey skies and piles of snow dotted around camp. When Bluefrost beckons them outside, Asterkit is quick to follow. She's still not quite sure what to make of the snow, not quite liking the sensation of it crunching underfoot, but she can admit it does look sort of pretty. When it started to snow not long after they stepped outside, Asterkit stared in wonder at the flecks of snow, watching as they got caught in the pelts of her mother and siblings. She was a little distracted by this that she didn't see when Silkkit approached. Her older friend makes a sweet comment to her mother before asking if they can all play together. Asterkit didn't quite catch the mischief in the other kitten's eyes but turned back to look at her mother with a big, pleading expression. "Can we play together, mama? Please?"​

 

[CELANDINEPAW]

Today, leaf-bare seemed not to burgeon its teeth from their gum-lined sheaths. Today, the season seemed to stop in its tracks - or perhaps it was more apt to say it would take a short rest and sit upon its haunches for a little while. Clear air, for the first time in what was practically the entire season, showed itself from the mire of the blizzard. Endless white still remained, still ate away at the rest of the color - but at least it did not bleed through, only surmised its position on top of the hardened ground.

"Lovely day, huh? Better than it's been in a while." Celandinepaw purred as she sat besides Bluefrost, her motions as easy as the powder that splayed along each exposed bough and strand, though she still could not help but plow through the snow rather than tiptoe above it. The golden molly left a few hare-lengths between she and the queen, and olivine eyes settled upon the playing kittens. At least Bluefrost's litter had made it through the snowstorm, at least the cruelty of winter did not sweep away their youngest and most naked. The medicine cat apprentice was aware that Bluefrost was not a friend nor even an acquaintance, though Celandinepaw hoped that the glissade into small-talk could be enough to bridge something between the twain, even if that bridge was one of disorienting whorls. She still remembered how the empyrean-hued she-cat felt about her initial promotion to medicine cat apprentice... Try not to think about it, Cela. You've helped her countless times with the litter. She should totally be grateful, not contemptuous because I wasn't born in the wild. "... How are your kittens doing? Everything is alright, I presume." If nothing, she could always pivot a conversation to medicine.

𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗙𝗔𝗦𝗧, 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗦𝗟𝗢𝗪 ( .☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁ ) 𝗥𝗘𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗧, 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗦𝗘, 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗢𝗡, 𝗢𝗛 𝗡𝗢

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  ❁ — MEDICINAL EXPERTISE: Celandinepaw is the current medicine cat apprentice of Windclan. Although she is quite new to her position, she also has much expertise with treatment regarding infectious diseases and basic remedies. As for anything more complex... you're better off asking a more experienced medicine cat. WOUNDS — ★★★☆☆ ACHES — ★★★☆☆ INFECTIONS — ★★★☆☆ BROKEN BONES — ★☆☆☆☆ CONTAGIOUS ILLNESSES — ★★★★★ CHRONIC ILLNESSES — ★★☆☆☆ POISONS — ★☆☆☆☆ KITTING — ★☆☆☆☆ TRAVELING — ★★★☆☆​

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  CELANDINEPAW & SHE / HER & 16 MOONS
  

  —— Medicine Cat Apprentice of Windclan / Mentored by Cottonsprig
  —— A shorthaired, wheat-yellow spotted tabby with yellowish-green eyes. Somewhat pudgy, though lean and able to hold her ground in the wild. Broad-shouldered and tall compared to her smaller clanmates, she stands out through a Windclan crowd.
  —— Outgoing and terribly saccharine, she is a friendly and affable face in Windclan. Though ditzy and cowardly, she tries her best to help her clan as one of their healers. She is prone to outbursts when spurned or stressed. She also tends to follow her own personal code and will often go for a safe, painless option.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[rimekit]

Rimekit does not need to be told twice to go play outside. Before Bluefrost has even finished speaking the pale kitten has dashed from the nursery. Large paws reach up to bat at the falling snowflakes and Rimekit laughs with glee at the freedom afforded to her and her littermates. "I bet I can catch more snowflakes than you, Asterkit!" Rimekit taunts, bright blue eyes turned to her sister as they flash competitively. However, the blue tortie seems distracted by Silk-kit, much to Rimekit's dismay. She does not not like her denmate, but Silk-kit's idea of fun isn't usually Rimekit's idea of fun.

Scrunching her nose in disappointment, the large kitten sets off to play elsewhere… maybe one of her other siblings will follow suit? Or perhaps she can find a warrior or apprentice to play with for as long as mother will allow her to stay outside?​

[ penned by kerms ]​

 

[JAYKIT]

Jaykit doesn't see the appeal in snow. It might be pretty from afar, but when you're actually in it, it's too cold to be enjoyable. He seems to be in the minority, however; as soon as Bluefrost mentions playing in the flurries falling from overcast skies, most of his denmates are scurrying out with squeals of delight. The blue point watches, a perplexed frown coloring his expression.

He's pretty sure his opinion is the objectively right one. So why is he one of the only ones staying behind?

Or, at least, he plans on staying behind. Until his mother nudges him with a paw and urges him to go outside. Jaykit only argues for a heartbeat, before his mother fixes him with that look that seems to universally mean, stop, or else.

So, he trudges out, trailing behind Silk-kit with much less gusto. Jaykit puffs out his short fur with a heavy exhale that drifts away in a small cloud. But one flattened ear twitches in mild curiosity as Silk-kit begs to play a game with Bluefrost's kits. At least a proper game might pass the time by, unlike aimlessly chasing after flurries and pelting each other with snowballs at random. (He really loathes the latter.)

"Do you, uh, have a game in mind?" Jaykit asks, coming up to Silk-kit's side. He tries to avoid making eye contact with Bluefrost; he's always afraid that if he so much as looks at the she-cat wrong, he'll get into trouble.

ooc ⪼﹕ INFO

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• ■■■■■■■ ✶ jaykit. kit of windclan ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆｡𖦹°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
  𖤓 amab male, he/him | aroace, single
  𖤓ㅤ 3 moons old | ages every 1st
  𖤓ㅤ descendant of barn cats | mentored by none
  𖤓ㅤ sh blue point
  𖤓ㅤ npc xx npc | close with ???
  𖤓ㅤ written by nico, ic opinions | tags‎

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