camp ❆ IT'S BEEN SO GOOD THIS YEAR ☁ Short post thread!

[VIPERPAW]

*+:｡.｡ Viperpaw's shivers literally stirr him awake. Despite curling up close to his sisters, there was simply no amount of protection against the frost that blanketed Windclan's open camp ground. For once, though, the boy didn't mind, as he blinked sleep from his eyes in time to notice a little white thing flutter to rest atop his nose. "Woah..." he whispers, hushed with awe, before tilting his chin up to watch more flakes decent from the sky, dancing lazily on their path down from the heavens, "beautiful"

*+:｡.｡ Updated 10/11/24

• Nighttime snow!
• "SPEECH"
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☁ Viperpaw
  ☁ DFAB— He/Him
  ☁ 10 moons
  ☁ Son of Snakehiss and Berrysnap
  ☁ Brother to Rowanpaw, Snakepaw and Privetpaw
  ☁ Windclan — Tunneler's apprentice
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☁Physically easy | mentally medium
  ☁Attack in bold white
  ☁ None currently

 

[SOOTSPOT]

Lemon-green eyes squint at the darkness, feeling cold and uncomfortable things bop against his nose and ears every few seconds. He shivered each time the snow fell upon him, positively isolated within the camp, hearing naught but the whistle of wind and the whisper of his apprentice. A ripple ran down his spine, whether it be from cold or frustration, Sootspot could not discern for himself. "WindClan has been truly blessed this Leafbare." His tail swept away settled snowflakes. "To be able to appreciate something once so vile is... admirable. Let us hope the rest of our moons are like this."

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[laurelpaw]

Laurelpaw is disturbed by her brother's violent shivering at her side, lifting her head just enough to squint groggily in the light. She had half a mind to shoulder him in irritation… though, she guesses she can hold back, as reward for his choosing to whisper, rather than announce his glee to all four corners of the moor. Blinking away the vestiges of sleep, the tortoiseshell turns her face skyward to view the flakes drifting their way down from the clouds, only to inadvertently catch one on her nose, the sudden freezing causing her to jerk a paw up to it and fight back a sneeze. "Yeah, blessed," she complains, eyes clamped shut.

we are made ✦ from the sharpest things

• ooc: —
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  LAURELPAW ✦ she/they, 13 moons
  — windclan tunneler apprentice
  — speaking, thinking, attacking
  — snakehiss x berrysnap

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[cottonsprig]

Cottonsprig shivers as she returns to camp, her silver pelt dusted with snow. She had been on an aimless stroll, her mind wandering when the snow began to fall - and to her credit, she made her way home as soon as she could. She shakes out her pelt upon arrival, but given the lack of overhead cover, it doesn't take long for her to be coated again.

She walks passed the warriors and apprentices, a gentle grin in her expression. "Wow, Sootspot. I didn't think you could be so nice about something...!" she teases, tail lashing behind her.

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

• ooc //

• ❥ MEDICINAL KNOWLEDGE
  ♥♥♡ WOUNDS ; can confidently stop bleeding and mend lacerations. will often request that you keep your injury clean and wait it out first.
  ♥♥♡ INFECTION ; as a side effect of likely her own doing, very dutiful with technique and treatment shortly thereafter.
  ♥♡♡ ACHES & PAINS ; will defer to a dark tunnel and rest. if pain persists, maybe she will offer something.
  ♥♡♡ BROKEN BONES ; has never dealt with a broken bone. likely will ask that you never move. ever again.
  ♥♥♥ TRAVELING HERBS ; learned well from her previous mentor. will pile even too many remedies to tough the wilderness with.
  ♥♥♥ KITTING ; having kittens of her own and helped several others with their litters, she is very well versed with calming techniques and quelling pain.
  ♥♡♡ POISONS ; she knows what they are... but that isn't enough, isn't it?
  ♥♥♡ ILLNESS ; having worked through two yellowcough bouts, she is confident in her remedies. much else... she's operating on trial and error.
  ⸻ cottonsprig is a dutiful and excitable medicine cat. she enjoys company and loves conversation. she'd rather not have too many curious noses snooping around her den... but who is she to quell curiosity?

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  ⸻❥ cottonsprig is the primary medicine cat of windclan. a former princess to the moors, she harbors many guilts for her actions throughout her short life. she has no consistent partner, unwilling to commit and settle, and she is training celandinepaw in medicine.

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[SPARROWBREEZE]

They are lucky, for this. They are lucky for soft-falling flakes to be in their presence, for the threat of another blizzard to be nowhere found in the dark night. It is still cold against Sparrowbreeze's pelt, but it's nothing new these days, the warrior knows. A tired gaze watches as her clanmates do, a small shiver coursing through her as she curls further into her nest for warmth. It's pretty, she agrees with a silent nod.

" It could be worse, " the she-cat murmurs, a yawn following suit. It could always be worse.
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[downyfur]

Large ears twitch with the twinkle of falling snow and the awed mutters of clanmates. Near them, Sparrowbreeze echoes their thoughts, stubbornly seeing the worst of it despite even Sootspot conjuring something positive about it. We can only appreciate the snow from the vantage point of our warm nests, they think, eyes shifting to Viperpaw and the rest of Snakehiss' leftovers. You've never been through a harsh Leafbare. Downyfur wouldn't be the one to sour the mood though. "Well, I'm glad you all are so appreciative..." she mrrs instead, pushing her nose deeper into the fluff of her tail.​