AVALANCHE [open - playing]

[Johnnyflame]

HE SAID, "WELL MY NAME'S JOHNNY, AND IT MIGHT BE A SIN
BUT I'LL TAKE YOUR BET, AND YOU'RE GONNA REGRET, CUZ IM THE BEST THERE'S EVER BEEN."​

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It was Johnnys first winter with Skyclan.

It was strange to think he'd been with them almost a year now, having met Thistleback just as winter was melting away into spring and then joining the clan soon afterward. In some ways it felt so much longer, the year having been packed with so much that it felt like lifetimes had passed since he first explored the pine forest.

The time had definitely wizened Johnnyflame, had stripped him of some of the naiveties he held when he first joined the forest cats, but some things would never change- and that included the bobtails playful streak.

With the snow falling like it had been there'd definitely been enough reasons to resent the cold, frozen flakes. They sent the prey hiding, made the survivability conditions difficult, and upped the chances of clanmates falling ill or going hungry. It was a more dangerous time of year than most, but with no way to change or get rid of it, Johnny was content to make the most of things rather than spend his days endlessly complaining about wet paws and cold noses.

And so Johnny lay in wait behind one of the large snowdrifts in camp, waiting for his victim to come closer. Most of the snow in camp had been pushed and piled out of the way so that regular camp activities could carry on, but Johnnyflame had been eyeing them all day waiting for an opportunity to play among them.

Now, was apparently that time.

Duskpools approaching figure had Johnny smirking devilishly as he pressed himself lower into the snow. He was the perfect target- not just because he was big and sturdy but because he more than likely wouldn't scold Johnny for his 'immature' behavior. So, when the tomcat passed under the snowpile that Johnny was hidden behind, the bobtail suddenly sprang forward with the raucous cheer of "AVALANCHE!", knocking roughly into the top of the snowpile and sending a spray of snow down on to the unsuspecting tom a few inches below him.

OOC- @DUSKPOOL . Feel free to post before- this is just a chill little snowfight on the edge of camp :)

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[DUSKPOOL]

anger makes you stupid . stupid gets you killed .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Not given any warnin’ than Johnny’s loud cheer when a sea of snow rained down on his frame, drawing a loud oomph from the warrior, nearly tumbling down with it from the shock when a low, rumbling snort escaped parted jaws in loud amusement, not nearly as annoyed as he had thought, helm pivoting to stare at the disturbed mound to see Johnnyflame.

His smokey fur was dusted with white, not nearly as helpful in camouflaging it, but sure made him look like a ghost. He snorted, shaking his snow-ridden fur, hoping some of it flew in the other’s direction, did the other kick up a spray of his own toward the lead warrior’s direction with a challenging glint. “Thought I’d pay ya back for that there snow bath.” He rumbled, tone deadpan but sprinkled with well-masked amusement, muscles quivering in anticipation. ​

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[Johnnyflame]

HE SAID, "WELL MY NAME'S JOHNNY, AND IT MIGHT BE A SIN
BUT I'LL TAKE YOUR BET, AND YOU'RE GONNA REGRET, CUZ IM THE BEST THERE'S EVER BEEN."​

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Johnny let out a surprised yelp as Duskpool shook off their coat and send a spray of snow back toward him, causing the tom to laugh as he lost his footing and slid down the side of the snowpile he'd been perched atop."A direct hit!" he groaned , pretending to take damage as he shook off the snow and turned his attention back to Duskpool. "Refusin' to accept defeat? You know this means war, aye?" Johnnyflame replied as he scooped up a pawful of snow to fling at the other.

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[flowercloud.]

Unlike Johnny's, this was not her first winter, but it didn't make her much more experienced. it was her second- her first spent pretty young, then training. She felt as if learning to hunt in the winter was possibly the best way to learn- the difficult hunting experience making it easier when prey flourished.

If one can hunt when the lands were barren, the landscape frosted over, and the prey scents seeming to far in between- then tracking and aim became a lot easier. You didn't want to miss, you didn't want to stop. But there was an end to all things at some point- and unfortunately, that meant an end to a hunting trip as the gentle flakes could become unrelenting. And getting stuck in one of the brutal storms was truly scary.

The long furred warrior didn't complain about much except the heat- and even then she barely did complain, if at all. She was one to listen but not talk, as proven by duskpool already multiple times. And right now? She was lucky if she spoke, guilt and insecurity stabbing into her stomach.

Inhale. Exhale.

That's all she ever did to deal with her emotions- even if she knew herself that it would not be ideal to do such- scolding others for bottling up as if she didn't do it herself. Hypocrite, yet she'd only chuckle, her scarred head dipping a little.

'AVALANCHE!'

The femme was suddenly on her feet, fur bristling as she recognized the lead warriors voice shouting out in what she thought was alarm. Until she quickly realized that the alarm was just playing, the tortoiseshell having found duskpool as prey to cover with thick layer of snow.

She stifled up laughter, quickly finding her scarred head using a nose and a gentle paw to roll up two snowballs, aiming to hit both of them with one of each in a surprise attack. Even if duskpool was family, there were not always sides in war. And, she couldn't wait to see their surprised reactions.


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