ABOMINABLE SNOWMAN 〘 SNOW DEN 〙ˊˎ﹤

[SUNNVAR]

As the sun rises over WindClan's sky-kissed camp, it is with a strange new addition. One that had seemed to pop up overnight, in the remnants of the blizzard's deadly fall. Though still ruled greatly by white, flat in the dip of their home, there is a... mound. Though not nearly grand enough to cause any true alarm, it pulls attention and curiosity. It seems to have a maw of its own, a dark entrance that dips beneath the snow's surface. And from this pit comes noise. A soft, low rumbling and a consistent crunching, like something dragging across the snow. Perhaps a wandering kit might assume a monster. Those who had listened to Sunstride's story– perhaps they would see a bear, slumbering yet slavering in the dark.

There is a truth softly hidden beneath these layers of snow. For anyone that had found themselves awake throughout the night would have heard gentle mumblings, or lifted their head to see this great thing form. From a little drift of snow came two sets of paws in irregular shifts. Snow-tipped red, and then soft wheat. Only now that morning has come have their efforts been truly stilled for the past few hours. It is not a waiting beast hidden beneath the snow; those who dare approach to look inside will instead find Sunstride and Wolfsong in a hollow of snow, and will be met with a gust of warm air on their nose.

﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤

• ooc: @WOLFSONG
• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, uses he - him. thirty-four moons old. warrior of windclan and former rogue.
  —— cautious of clan life, but an apt learner. encourages close bonds between clanmates.
  —— loyalty uncertain, cares for those surrounding him. undoubtedly closest to wolfsong.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red at its base and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.
• "speech"

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[SOOTSTAR]

A light snowy blanket coats her fur, Sootstar had spent the night sleeping underneath the stars last night. The feline had awaken practically buried but the snow that covered her actually had provided a nice shield from the freezing winds, she had grown thankful for it.

Almost mindlessly she wades around camp, being nosy and listening in on idle conversation. Her curiosity is caught by the new mound of snow that‘s settled in the camp, her tunneling nature is excited upon sighting the entrance. Well, well, what was this? If the snow opened up into a den the kits were going to have a field day.

She moves to peak her little blue head inside, a den most certainly had been formed but instead of sheltering kits there were two full grown felines inside of it. Sunstride and Wolfsong.”Oh.” She mrrows, pulling her head out of the entrance. ”I am intruding.” She speaks in an apologetic and half embarrassed tone, hoping she had not interrupted a private moment. ​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 01/07

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, female — she / her
╰ ‣ 34 moons . pisces. ages on the first
╰ ‣ windclan leader . marsh-born . believes in starclan
╰ ‣ former soldier of the marsh group

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like heather and wet dirt , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue smoke . scarred chest, difficult to see through fur . green eyes

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Lawful Evil
╰ ‣ Cunning, brash, fierce, confident, self-reliant, envious & selfish
╰ ‣ finds great difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, usually shows mercy to those she can find sympathy with
╰ ‣ sole key to her heart is loyalty, if you have her trust, she often shows a completely different side of herself. Aggression tends to manifest from her extreme paranoia
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "miss, m'am" etc

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· SOOT CLAW x PEBBLE BREEZE, sister to Pebblenose
╰ ‣ heterosexual. mate to Weaselclaw
╰ ‣ mother to Windpaw & Sootpaw
╰ ‣ mentor to Smokepaw & Coyotepaw
╰ ‣ average fighter . skilled hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​

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[MALLOWLARK]

Mallowlark too was snow-touched, but by the will of his self rather than the weeping of the sky before. From the moment the sun's light had spilled golden across the snow, glittering with fairy-light, Mallowlark's eyes had fluttered wide and round, unblinking and void of the light of his smile. The grin remained as his fur did, another dressing of white- oh, the winter was fitting! In warmer moons ivory stood stark, but in the cold he had the blessing of looking rather like a mound of snow.

Speak of the devil! Sprung from the earth as if the snow had been given flesh and blood, a structure- stable, white, though it did not breathe. A corpse of himself sat before him for a moment, before the entrance made itself known to him. Oh, folly to think it was a husk, then! When clearly it was a... den, constructed by clever paws in the dead of night.

Or perhaps a living being- what once might have been, at least. That scenario was a much more appealing one, the idea of Windclanners digging through a carcass just to stay warm. Beneath the stars, the wind grew vicious- like the sky itself was taking revenge, grasping talons of breeze attempting to rip fur from form...

Seeing Sootstar poke her head through and soon make quick, apologetic retraction, Mallowlark's interest was truly and unfortunately piqued. Bounding over, he craned his neck, catching sight of a flicker of orange from down in the pit from the entrance... but little more. "Who iiiiis it...!" A dissonant song, it escaped giddily from his maw. Every day, to heal the cracks... something a little joyous.​

[ PENNED BY PIN ]​

 

[Periwinklebreeze.]

DONT EVER WANT TO SEE THINGS CHANGE
periwinklepaw | 06 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff

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For once, the child has slept through the night. He is grateful for the reprieve, even if it was born of sheer exhaustion and overwhelm, his mind having simply shutdown from all of the chaos of the last few days. Standing on wobbly legs, he stretches them - trying to shake the cold from his limbs with careful motions. A shake of his pelt sends powder flying - the flakes having collected overnight, not unsimilarly to his leader. clouds of his breath fog the air as he slinks over to join her and mallowlark, though he sticks a bit closer to the tom, trusting him more than her should things go awry in any way. He blinks once, twice, thrice in surprise at the warmth of the snow-tunnel (snow-den? snow-nest?) that has been created, and he gazes longingly at it. He's almost forgotten what it feels like to be warm, and he wants nothing more than to throw himself into the pile of bodies and sleep, basking in the heat of a cuddle pile like he had back when hyacinthbreath was still around.

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[WOLFSONG]

──⇌•〘 INFO 〙 He's missed these snow-burrows of theirs. Wolfsong has known no safer sanctuary than the hollowed-domes formed by his and Sun's paws in tandem, and though this weather has brought hardship for WinterClan, he is selfishly thankful for this. They're pressed close enough he can feel the rhythm of Sunstride's chest-rabbit, steadily thumping its feet and forming a cadence with Wolfsong's purr. It is intrinsically easy for him to harmonize with Sunstride; they have fit like this since they were children, even when they were young enough that the moons between them were more significant than they are now.

Dozing, Wolfsong dips below alert awareness. It's why Sootstar's shuffling catches him off-guard, his muscles drawing up taut as fresh spiderweb. He relaxes as soon as he registers that the dark shape at the mouth of their den is their leader, his exhaled breath a white cloud. "You aren't," he protests, shuffling into a slightly more upright position, though he's still on his belly. He blames the heat across his cheeks on Sunstride's warmth. "Do you want to come in? Dens like these are much warmer than they seem." Did she think...No, that would be absurd.

Behind her, he hears the shrill call of who can only be Mallowlark. "A bear," he growls playfully, his voice reverberating in the den. "A very ravenous bear with a taste for white songbirds— and cats that sound like them. Come closer so I might hear you better." Wolfsong pauses, drawing in a deep breath. "Whoever else lurks and does not mind risking a bear's empty stomach, there is room here."
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[GRAVELSNAP]

The one good thing about the snow, the part that the lonesome apprentice is most pleased by, is the fact that the tall banks of snow make for great places to dig great tunnels into. Already too large to squeeze into the tunnels dotted around the territory, Gravelpaw can only wish that they were able to easily traverse them—they wish that they were a tunneler, small and quick and smart enough to find their way through the underground. But long legs and a barely-there bulk to their shoulders, a broadness surely inherited from their father, makes for a poor tunneler; their dreams were quashed before they’d even gotten the chance to bloom. They enjoy the snow because, for once, they’ve gotten the chance to experience tunneling. Even if it’s not the same, pristine white surroundings rather than the black pitch of earth around them, they’re thankful for the fact. If the snow-tunnels collapse, at least it sounds safer than the horrible tunnel collapses they’ve been told of.

The mound of snow that catches their eye today seems to have already been inhabited by a couple of cats—they spot Sootstar peering into the shadowed entrance, and Mallowlark’s chirping voice is unmistakable. They don’t spot Periwinklepaw until they step closer, though, and Gravelpaw offers them a flick of their tail when they spot the other apprentice. "Snow nest," they say as they come to a stop beside Sootstar. The leader seems sheepish, as if she’s interrupted something, but assurance quickly comes from inside the den.

It’s quickly revealed to be both Sunstride and Wolfsong inside the den, and the latter even extends an invite into the snowy palace to anyone willing to risk the empty stomach of a… bear? Gravelpaw slips between the other cats, passing through the entrance to the surprisingly warm den. "What’s a bear," the child murmurs, picking their way across the snow floor until they reach Wolfsong and Sunstride. Hazel eyes flint between each of the warriors, then finally land on the one-eyed cat’s face. They blink once, and then settle carefully onto the ground beside Wolfsong. It isn’t comfortable, being so close to a clanmate that Gravelpaw doesn’t know that well, but it’s warm when they haven’t felt warmth in what feels like ages.
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[ DEATH OF A DREAM ]​

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[Firefang]

The night before the cold had gotten the better of her and she'd wound up slipping into the mouth of a burrow for warmth, it's not something she enjoyed doing but the wind was too much for her to cope with she'd always had a thin pelt was never built for leafbare like she was for greenleaf. She wouldn't let it become habitual, if only she had more fur or just a tad more meat on her bones then it wouldn't be an issue but regardless now the wind isn't so unforgiving and she comes out a yawn parting her maw as she stretches mid stride as she comes out into the camp. Her eyes still half shut still burdened by sleep but they soon part fully allowing the light of the sun to seep in, making her blink blearily until she can look around and see just how buried everything and everyone was. She's met by a strange sight a lump in the terrain that she's sure wasn't there when she fell asleep. Her clanmates already are investigating it, she comes to pad over only to be met with the mellow tones of Wolfsong's mraow before she too forces her way close to look inside the entrance seeing Sunstride and Wolfsong huddled close, she's always been pretty oblivious to the relationships of her clanmates and even her own. She wouldn't think of this scene as anything to give privacy to and look away from, and it really wasn't was it? Part of her envies their idea to stay warm, but she really hasn't cuddled with anyone since she was a kit not so close like that she wonders if she could convince Icepaw or Strawpaw into sharing their warmth with her... Nah no she wouldn't, not like they would want to anyway but she wasn't a mewling kit who needed that kinda thing was she? She was strong and a lil' cold was nothing to her!

She listens to Wolfsong, thinking for a moment. Like Gravelpaw it's not so much the sight of them that makes her curious but what Wolfsong said, she's never really heard anything about bears much less seen the massive creatures before; they had to be something frightening something that ate cats if Wolfsong wasn't completely just teasing Mallowlark. She doesn't enter like her peer does just stands idly by the entrance where Sootstar and Mallowlark sit, tail twitching anxiously. She wouldn't enter she just watches them. ❝Yeah, Whats a bear?❞ she repeats after Gravelpaw.​

( PLACE ME IN MY CASKET TONIGHT ; BECAUSE IM ALREADY DYING INSIDE )

 

[MALLOWLARK]

Laughter stuttered from Mallowlark's curved maw as Wolfsong gave his answer, a bear lurking in the snow-heap. Oh, what fun- what impossibility! That outrageous sort of make-believe brought the brightest laughter from him, the most sincere dissonant song. Giggles flooded through him even as he spoke, showing no sign of slowing. White songbirds, cats that sounded like them... "Well, hah- I'll be better tasting in greenleaf, bear...!" he chirped, daring to come closer- though he was halted by the discussion of two apprentices. They seized his attention so readily that unblinking eyes of grey moved upon them like lightning, head spun so snap-quick it was a wonder his head didn't come flying off.

How to explain, how to explain? Well, it'd be a shame not to highlight just how terrifying a bear could be! "They're huge! Big, long muzzle like a dog- and massive fangs that can rip your flesh clean off your skeleton!" It was perhaps a betrayal of the graveness of his words that his giggles from the earlier amusements still permeated his words. Chirping song, skittering sound in his throat despite the ichor that dripped from his words. Oh, how terrible it would be if a bear were here! None of them would stand a chance...​

[ PENNED BY PIN ]​