a fever dream in the flash of the lights | prompt thread

[Howlfire]

Stars, it was cold this morning! Usually, on a hunt, Howlfire would have moments where she did not move or barely moved an inch. However, on a day like today, Howlfire was certain if she stayed still for too long, she was likely to freeze up and collapse. "You know, I think when the weather is this bad, we shouldn't have to do our patrols so early," She jested to no cat in particular. Of course, she understood how important it was to feed the clan, but that still didn't mean she couldn't complain about the abhorrent weather.

Rustling further ahead of her, caused Howlfire to dart off, picking up on the delicious scent of a vole. Her stomach practically growled at the prospect of seeing one, much less catching it. Keeping low to the undergrowth, Howlfire was eventually able to spot it, snuffling around in the shade of some sparse shrubbery. She watched as it idled around, waiting for it to come a bit further out into the open before considering taking up a hunter's crouch. The vole scented the air itself, but Howlfire was luckily downwind of it so would have unlikely been detected. When it turned around, Howlfire leapt forward, ready to pounce upon it and kill it. Or, that was the intention anyway. No sooner had she lunged forward, did her paws land on a particularly icy part of the ground, causing her front paws to slip out from underneath her, and sending her shoulder first into the ground. Howlfire lay still for a moment, slightly winded from the fall, but managed to rouse herself when a few of her clanmates approached. "I'm alright," Howlfire mewed, quick to solve any concerns they might have had. As she pulled herself up slightly, she looked around, hopeful someone might have snagged the vole. "Did anyone get the vole?"

/ Prompt: As temperatures continue to drop, the resulting frost is no joke. Watch out - the icy ground is slippery!​

 

[BLOOMFUR]

bloomfur's ears twitched at howlfire's jest. she nodded in agreement, thinking that skyclan had more than enough warriors to give everyone a chance to sleep in. yeah, the clan had to be fed and they were on a time crunch, but the warrior's den is so crowded… another group could've went out this morning.

blue eyes watch the lead warrior scurry after a vole. she shrugs it off, turning to go and hunt for a scent trail when she hears a loud thump. bloomfur turns, spots the lead warrior on the ground, and gets annoyed that she missed the slip and tumble. "careful, i think the floors icy." she giggles, in the voice of someone who didn't even see where the vole went.

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[FLUFFYPAW]

Fluffypaw isn't far from Howlfire and Bloomfur as they navigate the frosty pine forest; despite how bone-tired she feels, despite the frigid bite in the air, she is determined to keep up with the warriors today. Her sleep has been ailing; the apprentice's den gets so cold now at night, and somedays, she goes to sleep with her belly still aching with hunger. She is not usually being forced to skip meals; it hasn't gotten that dire... yet, she thinks dismally. But even when she does eat, it's measly, thin and mealy and barely enough for a few mouthfuls.

She's growing accustomed to this life, she thinks, but she doesn't like it. She doesn't like watching kits cough and sneeze and shudder with cold. She doesn't like her Clanmates returning to camp with wounds littering their pelts, either from ThunderClan warriors or from predators who are just as hungry as they are. Fluffypaw's spirits are dwindling, though she does her best to smile and joke along with the other she-cats she walks with.

Howlfire scents the vole before she does; the lead warrior scampers after it, sending bits of frostbitten pine needles flying behind her. She just misses the bit of prey, her paws slipping on too-slick ground and causing her to crash just short of it. Alarmed, the creature vanishes, too fast for Fluffypaw to follow where it heads to.

"Howlfire!" She bolts to the torbie's side, her face creased with concern. Howlfire rights herself, claiming she's alright, and asks about the vole, to which Fluffypaw shakes her head and glances at Bloomfur. "It was too quick. I lost sight of it," she confesses.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Fluffykit . Fluffypaw, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 12 moons old, ages realistically on the 8th.
  — mentored by Greeneyes ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — skyclan apprentice. butterflytuft x dandelionwish, gen 3.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  lh chocolate tortie/cream chimera with jade eyes. frightened, clingy, anxious, gentle.

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[TWITCHBOLT]

Rustle, kicking-up pine needles- Twitcbolt fluffed into a bramble-bush, green eyes blowing wide- his jaw parted from the arms of the tree he was perched within, paw-prints darkening the frosty wood. From above he saw Howlfire slip- saw something disappear, saw Fluffypaw follow- heard a jest flutter through the aire toward them, crafted in Bloomfur's voice. Baffled at the display, Twitchbolt began a descent- icy floor, icy floor they said. But it couldn't be so bad, could it? Not worse than the slick of the trees, which he'd been traversing just fine ...

As ever, Twitchbolt was punished near-immediately for his optimism. The moment he leapt to the ground his front paws gave out, ribgege meeting the ground; his face crumpled in a wince. Tangle of limbs, he was a heap there; stunned eyes matched the roundness of the dsun itself for a few long moments.

It didn't hurt much, but did that mean he'd gone numb? "Stars, I've broken something," he said on impulse, face stained with horror, daring not to move a muscle in case he really had- in case the twinge of a limb might splinter something, and he'd never be able to climb again- oh, what sort of deputy would he be?​

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[Howlfire]

The first to approach is Bloomfur, making a playful comment about how icy the floor was. As Howlfire finally stood back up in her feet, she gave a playful roll of her eyes in return. "Thank you, Bloomfur, I couldn't tell," She mewed sarcastically. Her gaze then shifts to Fluffypaw, who had also came over, but looked slightly more concerned than their clanmate. Howlfire flicked her tail along the back of Fluffypaw in a comforting manner, trying to assure that she was alright, and that it didn't matter that Fluffypaw had lost sight of it. "I'm sure we'll find something else."

That or maybe Twitchbolt might have had better luck from his higher vantage. Speaking of Twitchbolt, a moment later the deputy appeared, just barely touching the ground before his own paws gave out. "Stars, Twitchbolt!" Howlfire gasped out loud. With a bit more caution than she had before, Howlfire approached the deputy, giving her friend a once over to see if his claim of breaking something was accurate. "I think you're alright," Howlfire told him. "You probably just winded yourself like I did."​

 

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Mutely Sorrelsong's glaze brushes over her deputy, her face drawn up in worry. She gets as close as she dares, sniffing his pelt then moving over to Howlfire to do the same before remembering herself and drawing back.
"I mean, I'm no medicine cat but you smell okay? " She mews, worry and embarrassment heavy on her tongue. First they can't catch prey and now talented warriors are getting hurt on the ground? Was this really leaf-bare or some new, horrible fifth season?
"You'll prolly want to go the den anyways...." Her voice drops off abruptly. What if they think I'm controlling? She shifts, facing the chilly wind. Her ears twitch.
"Might be easier to hunt over near Thunder Clan's border? They always seen to find prey there." She offers, trying to elevate any tension she created.
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[Jupiterpaw.]

THE SUN HAD DRAWN NEAR
AND THE SOUNDS WE COULD HEAR ​

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Jupiterpaw ♃ 11 moons ♃ demi-girl ♃ she/they ♃ skyclan apprentice

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Jupiterpaw has always had to move more carefully then most of her clanmates - paws carefully sliding along as she does her best to get past the inevitable changes in terrain. It doesn't matter how often she works to memorize the territory - theres always some stick or stone out of place - it's simply the way of things - and Jupiterpaw had learned early on that it was far better to whack her shins then to trip and land flat on her muzzle.

With frost slicking the ground, such a life lesson is onl doubly important - something she eeps in mind as a quiet i]whump[/i] reaches her ears and she winces. Howlfire is quick to laugh it off as Bloomfur points out the obvious, but for a moment Jupiterpaw almost feels an ache in her own shoulder - phantom memories of her own slip ups. " Happens to the best of us, " comes quiet voice - only to hear twitchbolts ittering frame do much the same. Claws unsheathe in a moment of paranoia - just in case.

Better not to join them on the ground.

— were so sweet and so clear

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• ♃ — Jupiterpaw is blind, and therefore will not react or respond to visuals beyond some ability to differentiate light and shadows. Any visuals mentioned in her posts are meant for other roleplayers reference, and any events in roleplay that are disregarded are likely a purposeful choice due to her limitations. ​
  
  

 

[CANDORPAW]

What a fate that has be fallen his kin! Missed mark of the claws, some trap orchestrated by the very ground itself. Surprise sends a chocolate-banded tail skyward. Tall, tree-bound shadow of his mentor, his shoulders bunch where they perch themselves atop a branch. They are much the same in some ways, yes— instinct tells him to rush to Howlfire the very same way. Though Bloomfur and Fluffypaw already nose toward her, he could not stand idly by in good conscience, no... He is but a whisker behind the smaller-set tom. Gravity tugs the both of them downward. He only intends to be a heartbeat behind his mentor when—

" Twitchbolt! " Foresight had not so readily prevented him from a similar fate. Concern widens verdant eyes. The hesitation is unlike him, certainly! A second slip should not deter him any way the first would not have, but now the ground is assessed as if it were an unforeseen enemy. Well, perhaps some care was due...

Candorpaw was not so smooth in his descents as his senior— well, typically, anyhow... His leap down from the branches was typically power-filled, and so, to skitter downward with such a meekness... It was not impossible, no, but the sight was less-than charming, he supposes. Though he doesn't quite tumble the way the others had, the frictionless sense beneath his feet still gives him pause...

His awkward skittering has him present in time for Sorrelsong's fretting. Candorpaw stands splayed, keeping himself upright. " Ah— Would one s-smell a bone break? " the question is genuine, for the most part; pitching into uncharacteristic panic the split second he foresees himself nearly slipping. A sympathetic glance is cast to Jupiterpaw before he looks to his mentor. " You are stronger than you think, my friend! "​

 

[TWITCHBOLT]

Candorpaw's voice clattered after him- his apprentice's paws hit the earth, and he was upright. Wobblign a bit, but standing, not... pathetically flat. What a state, really- his apprentice, outdoing him. Or would that be some spot of pride? Wow, Twitchbolt's trained Candorpaw so well that he's even better than him...

Warring consideration faded as even more eyes found their ways to him; Howlfire, Sorrelsong, Jupiterpaw. A juddering sigh left him, muscles spasming. His eyelid thrice winked, face scrunching up in an unwilling scowl, as if in the moments before a sneeze. Think you're alright, said Howlfire- what did she know of medicine, or numbness? Hesitation twitched his paw, though he froze again when Sorrelsong spoke. You smell fine. "Huh...!?" his voice gave way to a cracking. He was not so polite and plain as Candorpaw in his questioning. "Hope, hope you don't... make a habit of smelling my bones," Twitchbolt said, vaguely fearful, through chattering teeth.

A blink of gratitude was given to Candorpaw and Jupiterpaw both, then... though the squeeze of his eyelids looked a little like a wince. "Yep. Yep," murmured as he hauled himself to his paws, a swift motion. Another wince- he couldn't deny his ribs were a bit tender, but- he took a breath in and didn't puncture his lungs. Maybe, just maybe... his skeleton was in one piece. "I'm not- not planning on pouncing for the rest of the day. No matter how strong I am, I don't- don't think I can take another one of those..."

Whether he shattered, or frightened himself to the grave, or died of embarrassment. ​

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