no angst white rabbit // snowing + snowfight

[Periwinklebreeze.]

❀​❀ OH HOME, LET ME COME HOME ❀❀​

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periwinklebreeze & 14 moons & demi-boy & he/they & windclan moor runner ​

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Its strange sometimes, how one moment he can feel so sickly and the next so energetic. Looking at peri now, it's hard to tell he'd fainted just the other day - a bright grin on his face and eyes wide in childish excitement. The mountains are already a lot colder than the forest territories and moorland had been when they'd left, a scattering of snow and frost upon the ground and under paw, but today they awake to a new surprise - a pale haze of white clouds overhead and flakes falling gently to the ground. It's a dazzling sight, really.

Whiskers twitch for a moment, paws itching to move - and then he's off. A laugh slips past his lips before he even knows it, darting about with an almost manic energy from place to place. It's nice, having this chance to breathe, to feel free - and feeling a bit mischievous, he decides he should share this joy. Memories of waterlogged games played with his clanmates in the past come to mind immediately, and he decides to try something similar here - after all, if it'd worked with puddles, it'd work with snow too... right? With a graceful leap, the thin figured boy dives back towards the group at breakneck speed - coming to a sudden stop, and sending powder cascading over those closest to him. Cheeks are flushed as he beams and laughs, already ready to dart away again in case the others retaliate. He feels like a kit again - wild and carefree.

— home is wherever I'm with you ❀

• Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
  ooc: @Flamewhisker @iciclefang @bobbie @STORMYWING ping requests, but this is open for anyone to join
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  — a lithe figured black and white tom with a false-pointed pattern and clear blue eyes that gleam periwinkle in the right lighting. he seems perpetually worn and exhausted, with heavy bags beneath his eyes and a slouched posture. he has a speech impediment which leaves him with a stutter and sometimes even completely non-verbal, and his fluffy tail is adorned with carefully woven daisies.
  
  — physically medium && mentally easy && pacifist
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay allowed
  — please attack using [b][color=#ccccff]action here[/color][/b] and tag account

 

[iciclefang]

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XXXXXThe first bite of leafbare on the air had sent Iciclefang’s thoughts to dark places. All five Clans no doubt had suffered their own tragedies in their first cold season in the forest, but Iciclefang remembers only the bitterest things. Driven from their camp and forced into makeshift dens until the river unfroze. Sunningrocks stolen in a gruesome battle with ThunderClan. Her first real battle, WindClan raiding their camp in the dark of night and laying waste to their temporary home. Clearsight’s body growing cold under her uncle’s nose. She’s been in a fairly solemn mood since they’d crested the mountain, but for Stormywing’s cheeky presence keeping her distracted. Her memories will not leave her be.

XXXXXPeriwinklebreeze’s fast approach has her hackles up, despite the glow of laughter in his blue eyes—for a moment, she sees him for what she perceives him and his kind as. Savages, warmongering cats with a taste for destruction. But the smile on his face—the flush beneath his fur, the laughter tinkling like birdsong from his mouth—she falters, even as he sends a wave of cold powder over her features. He’s a cat. He’s a cat just like me or Fernpaw. It’s enough to shame the hostility from her gaze, and she exhales a puff of laughter that steams from her nostrils. “That’s it! You’ve done it now, WindClanner!” She scoops her paw into a cup and attempts to launch snow in Periwinklebreeze’s direction, smirking all the while.

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[GENTLESTORM]

✦ The sight of snow is enough to make his heart flutter but for different reasons and mixed feelings, his gaze bright when he hears the crunching of it underneath his paw and the fact that he gets to be here with Little Wolf to feel the snow with one another makes his heart flutter in the slightest. He feels his pelt suddenly bristle at the feeling of cold powder landing on his plush coat and he turns around to see two of the younger warriors starting to throw snow at one another. He didn't know how much longer it would be before they arrived to where they needed to be and he tried not to let his thoughts dwell too much on sick clanmates back at home. A part of him misses Thunderclan and the other part imagines them away from the clans... Maybe form something new out here. A silly thought.

He watches Iciclefang attempt to fling snow at Periwinklebreeze and his grin grows wider, the larger tomcat deciding finally that he would join in on these kitlike shenanigans. A break from all the near dying experiences that they had. His snowy paw reaching forth into the snow and attempted to throw a spray of snow towards Periwinklebreeze, in case, Iciclefang's attempt missed.

* ˚✦ YOU FOUND ME HERE; UNDERGROUND

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  ✦ 47 moons old
  ✦ thunderclan warrior
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; single
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength and his burly build
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✦ penned by bosstaurus

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[FERNGILL]

Levity was starting to occur a little easier to everyone, it appeared. Fernpaw's inner gaze had not faltered even once from their destination, but the cold was beginning to sap his energy a little bit. To see others scampering around in the powder like kits- even his notoriously stoic sister- kindled the fire within Fernpaw, lit it so it could carry on. It was these sparks of hope that kept his trucking, kept the blood buzzing through his limbs and reminded him that they were here on StarClan's instruction, and therefore it would have to turn out alright.

Fernpaw didn't want to give himself away- his paw steps were careful as he approached the game, gaze fixated on the back of a familiar tortoiseshell head. This would be the only time he'd side with a Windclanner- and this strike wasn't borne of their argument, but of the good spirits he felt in that moment toward his kin. Fuzzy memories of kit-games, of a time when they were equal in rank, fuelled him as he flung his paw forward. A ball of snow flurried toward the back of Iciclefang's head- a strike from the shadows, and should she turn to look Fernpaw would be grinning at her.​

✦ penned by pin ✦​

 

[STORMYWING]

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Stormywing had been chattering away with her companions, completely oblivious to the curtain of snow that would be thrown in their direction. It cloaks her, earning a yowl of surprise as she swiftly shakes the snow from her face. The cold sets in and causes her to shiver, but her paws twitch with playful adrenaline. She watches Iciclefang and Hailstorm launch snow back at Periwinklebreeze in retaliation and a crackly laugh escapes her, head tossing as she lets loose. It is then when she sees a snowball hurtling straight for her tortoiseshell friend and when she looks to see where it came from, it's a grinning Fernpaw she spots.

Grinning right back at him, the small she-cat bounds towards him, tail streaming out behind her before she leaps high into the air in an attempt to bowl him right into a snowdrift.

I WANNA TASTE LOVE AND PAIN ☁︎​

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[Mouseflight]

The last time Mouseflight had seen snow he had been a fresh apprentice, too focused on working as hard as he could as quickly as he could to be able to be the perfect WindClanner to participate in things like snowball fights. He had seen others play in the snow but had decided at the time that was not for him, and up until now he hadn't thought about snow as anything other than something to try and stay away from - it was cold and caused the small warrior to shiver far too much to want to do anything with it - but the laughter of his journeymates caused Mouseflight to lift his head to look over to them, curious as to what they were doing, before some stray snow whacked him in the face.

At first he was upset, thought that someone had done that purposefully and was getting ready to attack, but the sound of laughter and the playful running caused the feeling to be buried, and soon Mouseflight found himself watching as the cats from the different clans ran around throwing snow at each other, the giggling and laughter echoing through his ears. At first he was content to simply watch, but as his paws dug into the snow below him, the tri-colored feline soon found himself digging down into it, paw curled before he lifted it and flung the powdery snow in their direction. With any luck he would have sprayed multiple cats before looking away - he didn't do anything, what are you talking about?

⋆｡°✩ threw my voice into the dark

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  ⋆ mousekit - mousepaw - mouseflight
  ⋆ ftm - he/him - 11 moons
  ⋆ bisexual - open to relationship
  ⋆ tunneler of windclan
  ⋆ attack - speech - thought
  ⋆ penned by tikki

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[Flamestar]

As they traveled through the thick snow, it was hard to imagine that back home the leaves were just beginning to fall, and the cool leafbare breeze was still teasing. Here, it seemed as though leaf bare had never left. More snow was falling from the sky, and regardless of the freezing cold temperatures, she couldn't help but feel a childish excitement stir within her. For the first time since they had left, she actually felt happy. There was always something magical about watching it snow.

It seemed as though there were several others who were touched by the excitement the snow brought. She watched as some of her other travel companions began to throw snow at each other, and of course she wanted in on it. Having snowball fights back home was a common occurrence, so this brought back fond memories. The red tabby trilled happily, and used her paw to scoop up a ball of snow, and attempt to hurl it at Hailstorm. ​

★ born to find that great unknown

• aiming for @HAILSTORM.​
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  FLAMEWHISKER of THUNDERCLAN
  LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  — Lead Warrior of Thunderclan ; currently mentoring Acornpaw
  — she/her ; mated with Flycatcher
  — mother to Stormpaw & Falconpaw
  — 24 moons ; ages on the 20th
  — Smells like dirt, old leaves, tree sap, faint hint of flowers
  — will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  — "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
  — penned by Icey ! ; link to tags
  — link to toyhouse
  — funny guy art by waluigipinball​

 

[GENTLESTORM]

✦ Hailstorm couldn't help but burst into a fit of laughter when he felt more snow fly in his general direction, he tries to look for who had done it but none of the cats that kept walking didn't seem suspcious though when he turns back is when a snowball hits him right in the face. He nearly jumps when the cold meets his face, the fur along his back rising, and shakes his head letting out a soft "Brrrrr..." The large tom focusing warm cooper gaze onto Flamewhisker as he shoots her a playful glare and his snout scrunches up in the slightest with ears laying flat against his face "Aha! So a rematch from the last time you lost," A lopsided grin on his maw talking about the time that Flamewhisker, Raccoonstripe, Nightbird, and himself had been splashing around in the shallow part of the river during a patrol once.

There's a mischievous twinkle in his eye before using a snowy paw to bunch up the white powder or get a good amount of it before aiming to spray snow back at the lead warrior before shaking his body from the snow that might've still been clinging to his plush coat and would take a few steps back if Flamewhisker decided to throw more snow at him. Perhaps Nightbird would join them once more and they would win this "rematch" of theirs though a part of him wishes that Raccoonstripe had been here for their kitlike shenanigans.

* ˚✦ YOU FOUND ME HERE; UNDERGROUND

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  ✦ 48 moons old
  ✦ thunderclan warrior
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; mates with little wolf
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength and his burly build
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✦ penned by bosstaurus

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[GREENEYES]

Greeneyes can still hardly believe the amount of snow they now tread through. The mountains are thick with a cold blanket of it, these days - set with a chill in temperatures that is yet to hit the forest back home. When they return, would they get a break from these temperatures, or would their arrival be marked by frost - an over-extended leaf-bare for the lot of them? He isn’t too sure.

A smoke-pointed blur zooms by Greeneyes and the rest of the group he finds himself among. A trail of snow is drudged up by the movement, a sprinkling of snow that cascades down upon them, dusts them in icy remnants. The cold against his back is a sudden shock to his system, one that leaves bright eyes widening as he catches sight of Periwinklebreeze.

“Hey!” he calls after the WindClanner, a laugh following his shout. What little frustration the freezing jolt might have given him dissolves quickly into amusement as he watches others chase after Perwinklebreeze, as he watches them throw snow back at him. Without thinking of where it might go, he shakes the snow off of himself, rendering ginger fur free of any extra snow-colored markings it hadn’t had moments before, before bounding after the pointed tom to join in on their impromptu game.

✦ ABOUT

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  GREENKIT ‣ GREENPAW ‣ GREENEYES, Warrior of SkyClan
  — Daisyflight x Raven Ramble
  — AMAB; He/Him
  — A red tabby and white tom with bright green eyes.
  — Mentored by Sheepcurl; Currently mentoring Falconpaw
  — "Speech"; Attack
  
  ✦･ﾟ: * — Among SkyClan's first born, Greeneyes is a bright tom with an affinity for the world around him. Despite always seeking to be kind to others, the warrior believes he's cursed - a belief brought on by rhetoric that green is a deadly color.

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