no angst A Flurry of Feathers [Intro!]

[Flurryjump]

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Flurryjump hummed a tune as she eagerly padded through the barren wood. Leafbare nipped at her pelt, but she was on a mission!
Glancing up a tree, she began to climb, her claws sinking into the bark as she tried to maintain a good grip. The cold made climbing trees harder with snow and ice, but it wasn't impossible! Once successfully in the branches, she hopped over to her target, a nest that the birds had abandoned from the winter, and inside the treasure she was after, a colorful feather!

"Yes!" She happily plucked it from its spot, woven into the twigs that made up the nest, and added it to the others she had found so far. Leafbare was colorless, nothing but the muted browns and greys of the forest, and with the tensions lately she had decided to go out and gather what color she could and bring it back to the clan. Perhaps as decoration for nests or toys for the kits.

She looked down, hesitating as she realized just how high up she climbed.

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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ it was another chilly day that had nightbird wishing for spring. each cycle of seasons she hoped experience would lessen the cold biting at her pawpads, each one she was thoroughly disappointed. at least she were in the forest and not atop those mountains decorating the horizon. the wind was more brutal than stagnant cold, thick oaks broke the brunt of it down here.

she leads twilightpaw and honeypaw slowly through, eyes peeled for any trails and ears pricked for sound. she hears one eventually, but it wasn't what she was searching for. not exactly, at least. at flurryjump's cheer, nightbird looks skyward with a curious narrow to her eyes, stopping where she stood. she makes eye contact with the molly then, her mouth full of feathers. she's too far down to see the glimmer of hesitation in the tortie's eyes.

"flurryjump, almost mistook you for a squirrel up there," the lead warrior chuffs, shaking her pelt free of straggling snowflakes. she avoided the trees when the weather was so icy, harsh images of frozen trunks and slippery branches that her claws couldn't find purchase in. but the sight reminded her of something to teach her apprentices come newleaf. "find anything?"

MAY YOUR FOES BE PLENTY // ──‎ ⋆ MAY YOUR DAYS BE FEW‎ ‎‎ ‎‎☽

• OOC ─ @TWILIGHTPAW @Honeypaw
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• NIGHTBIRD ───‎ ⋆ SHE/HER, TC LEAD WARRIOR, 40 ☾'s
  

  a small, feathery black smoke molly with one white paw and pale silver eyes. she is mates with RACCOONSTRIPE and has recently left the nursery after raising their five kits; BAYINGPAW, TWILIGHTPAW, TIGERPAW, STORMPAW, and BERRYPAW. nightbird is currently mentoring HONEYPAW and TWILIGHTPAW. her former apprentices include LIGHTSTRIKE †, DUSKBIRD †, and PALEFIRE.​

  ─ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ battle info
  ─ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  
  

 

[Chestnutroot]

The ground is solid and sure underfoot as the pint-sized warrior wanders through the territory. She shivers now and then, when her fluffy milk and chocolate pelt cannot take the brunt of the chilly winds. How do the other clans do it? How does River Clan handle all of this? Don't they have to get in and out of the water frequently? Another shiver passes over her at the thought. Could fish really be that good?
At a cheerful yell - yelp? - Chestnutroot's eyes are drawn upwards.
"Flurryjump! She calls, a light laugh in her voice. She knew the molly from around camp, but nothing she'd said indicated her amazing ability for climbing! Mismatched eyes squint against the sun as she grins up at the squrriel-like molly.
She finds herself frowning slightly. Was her clan mate okay? The sun was very bright... but it seemed like she might be hesitating? "How is it up there?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎✦ You can feel the poetry ☼ rotting in your stomach ✦ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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• CHESTNUTROOT ✦ SHE/HER, Thunder Clan warrior, 43 moons.
  ✧ A short, long haired brown and white molly with mismatched eyes.
  ✧ Daughter of and
  ✧ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted || underline and tag when attacking
  ✧ speech is #a0c986
  ✧ penned by Keee || Milksoda on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[ROARINGSUN]

Roaringsun is padding after Nightbird with his apprentice — the Lead Warrior's son, his mind reminds him gleefully — in tow. His ears are alert for the scurrying of prey in the undergrowth, but the sound that reaches them is not something he'd expected.

With a whisk of his tail, the warrior glances upwards curiously. Amber eyes glint at the sight of Flurryjump atop the tree branches, colorful feathers in her mouth. He cannot supress the laugh that rumbles from his throat as he looks at the warrior; the memory of himself stuck in a tree as a kittypet flashes in his mind. "Need a paw, Flurryjump?" The tom asks light-heartedly, whiskers twitching in amusement.

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ROARINGSUN.ㅤBIOGRAPHYㅤ/ㅤTOYHOU.SE
✦ㅤmale (he / him)ㅤ/ㅤunsure of sexuality, single ; crushing on hawkspine
✦ㅤ16 moons oldㅤ/ㅤages realistically, every 14th of the month
✦ㅤwarrior of thunderclan
✦ㅤnpc x npcㅤ/ㅤnpc siblings
✦ㅤmentoring Berrypawㅤ/ㅤmentored by Copperfang and Leafhusk
✦ㅤ"speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
✦ㅤpenned by nocthymiaㅤ/ㅤmessage hypmic on discord for plots!
lion-like in stature, roaringsun is characterized by his golden fur, cream 'mane' and strong legs. long-furred with longer strands on his cheeks, one cannot tell he once was a soft-born kittypet before joining thunderclan as an apprentice.

OOC: @Berrypaw.

 

[Flamestar]

Flamestar had been walked with Chestnutroot when the pair came across Nightbird, Roaringsun, and Berrypaw at the base of a tree. The leader narrowed her eyes curiously, and followed their gazes up the tree, to find Flurryjump up on a high branch. Her fur bristled worriedly, watching the warrior with a feather that she had stolen from a bird's nest sticking out of her jaws. Climbing trees had never been something that she had mastered, and after a couple miscalculations on a few of her first climbs it wasn't exactly something she felt comfortable trying again unless she had to. She hadn't climbed since climbing the stone cliff on the journey...that had been enough for her! But there were several of their clanmates that enjoyed the thrill it brought...like Stormywing, and her daughter, Squirrelsong. "Please be careful coming down..." The leader called, her tail flicking anxiously.

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FLAMESTAR.ㅤBIOGRAPHY ㅤ/ ㅤTOYHOUSE
✦ afab (she / her)ㅤ / heterosexual, widowed, formerly taken by flycatcher
✦ 41 moons old ㅤ/ ㅤages realistically, every 20th of the month
✦ leader of thunderclan for 4 moons
✦ ★★★★★★☆☆★
✦ lily x storm ㅤ/ㅤ mother to: falconheart, stormfeather, lilykit, butterflykit, bugchaser, squirrelsong, sunbird, ravenblaze, sparrowpaw
✦ ㅤpenned by Icey ! ㅤ/ ㅤmessage Icey ! on discord for plots!
✦ ㅤmentoring bayingpawㅤ / ㅤmentored: cloudyfur, acornwish, merlinpath

flamestar's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamestar's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her right shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury. she has a large usually visible scar on her left shoulder from her battle with skyclaw over thunderclan's leadership.

 

[Crowsmile]

It seems Flurryjump has gotten herself into a sticky situation. Her colorful pelt stands out like a fox in the snow against the gray, leafless branches, easily catching the eye. Trailing a few tail-lengths behind Flamestar and Chestnutroot, Crowsmile's whiskers twitch at the sight of a throng of warriors already gathered beneath her, calling questions and concerns up into the branches. "Don't worry, Flurryjump," the pale tom snickers, grinning, "You have a whole pile of onlookers to break your fall if you slip!" Roaringsun, at the very least, could probably catch her single-pawed with those massive shoulders of his.

 

[Dayfern]

Dayfern

Status: Joy, Happy, Amused

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Dayfern watched Flurryjump in the tree. She had stumbled on the little group while out tracking a mouse and got immediately distracted. The scent wasn't fresh anyway, it was probably fine. She stared wide-eyed up at the other in the tree, feathers sticking out of her mouth. Was she bringing them back to camp like the silver torbie had done with the moss for the warriors den? How nice. Dayfern decided she liked Flurryjump. She made a sound mimicking a crow's laugh as she listened to the others talk, grin wide on her face. They were so funny, especially Crowsmile. The tiny Thunderclanner would probably be crushed if Flurryjump landed on her. Flamestar was probably right to be worried but this was so much fun! Dayfern hadn't climbed a tree in ages, she was more built for the underbrush then the leaves up above. She'd have to try it again sometime after this now. Crow laughter continued leaving her mouth as she watched what would happen next.
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Give me one reason why ☼────☼────☼ I should give up the fight

• OOC:
• Dayfern - Female black tortie silver blotched tabby ☼ She/Her ☼ Warrior of Thunderclan ☼ Penned by Snowy ☼ 25 moons
  ☼ Contact TimelordSnowy on Discord for plotting
  ☼ "Speech"
  ☼ Thoughts
  
  

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[Flurryjump]

Flurryjump looked down below at the gathered crowd of cats. She puffs her fur up slightly, trying to appear far more confident about the situation she's put herself in than she feels.

"Oh just uh, found a couple of feathers Nightbird!" She tries to show them off, but the height likely makes it difficult for them to be seen to well with how high up they are. She laughs nervously, starting to scale downward and channel her inner squirrel.

"It's uh- a little chilly honestly Chestnut!" She shivers at the cold wind nipping at her ears as she gently scales down another branch. She could also hear Flamestar, and waved a paw at the leader.
"Don't worry! I TOTALLY know what I'm doing!"

As she moves downward again, she can hear the amusement in Roaringsun, Crowsmile, and Dayfern's voices. She slips slightly, her claws digging into the bark. Flurryjump looked down, it sure seemed a lot farther down than it had up.
"I uh- maybe a slight paw would help? But I don't think landing on anyone is a great idea… maybe just a spotter?"

 

[Chestnutroot]

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes at Crowsmile's comment, Chestnutroot sent the pale tom a smile and a look. She tries her best not to shrink into Flamestar's warmth as Flurryjump begins making her way down, worry snaking around her bones like a vice. Oh please be careful...
At the mere mention of wanting help, Chestnutroot hurried over to her clan mate. Mismatched paws made their way across the snowy ground, and she tried her best not to grimace at the feeling of bark under paw. How did Sky Clan do it? Trees felt so... unsteady. So untrust worthy! Never mind them - how did Flurryjump get up there!
Shivering slightly as a wind blew through the trees, she smiles up at the molly.
"Here, step on my shoulders, that should help!"

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  CHESTNUTROOT ✦ SHE/HER, Thunder Clan warrior, 43 moons.
  ✧ A short, long haired brown and white molly with mismatched eyes.
  ✧ Daughter of and
  ✧ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted || underline and tag when attacking
  ✧ speech is #a0c986
  ✧ penned by Keee || Milksoda on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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