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. 』

• ooc: —
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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?​

penned by pin ✧​