camp better to ask forgiveness // stuck

[► Fluffykins.]

YOU CAN BE YOU - I CAN BE ME
oddkit | 02 months | agender | they/them/it/its | physically easy | mentally medium | attack in bold #ffdb58

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Don't go out they said, It's safer in the nursery they said. There's to much snow! they said. But they weren't it's parents, and it wasn't Oddkit who was told such wise advice, and so it decides it must not apply to them. After all, it's just snow - thy don't see what's so scary about it! There's been snow almost as long as Odkit has been alive, the cold flakes a familiar sight, if in larger quantity than usual. As the flurry outside continues, so thick it almost can't see the clouds of its breathe, the creature of fire and ice makes its escape. High stepping their way out into the snow filled camp, gold gaze is stubborn - they're determined not to let a little snow stop them.

But it does.

It hardly takes more than a good few paces across the camp before the creature finds its world filling with white, it's body sinking slowly downwards into the snowpile it has stumbled upon. Eyes blink owlishly, a quiet trill of alarm slipping out as they vanish into the soft powder. Head tips back, vision blocked in all directions by seemingly impenetrable walls of snow save for overhead, where the child can just glimpse equally white cloud cover and even more snow. The whole world has turned into snow! A frown twitches their lips, and with a quiet thump they sit, pouting. "... Oddkit is lost," it says thoughtfully, accepting the fact that they are most certainly lost forever, and must now live off of snow and only snow. Taking a pawful of the cold snow, said child does exactly that, bringing it to it's lips and crunching the frost merrily. "Crunchy!"

// odd's literally just fallen into a small pile of snow, they're just dramatic
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[HARTSPRING]

── 《INFO》 He doesn't mind children too much. Their antics are good for a laugh now and then, and they have a unique...perspective on just about everything under the sun. But sometimes they're needy little shits who want everything done their way and no, they don't know why they want the pebbles kicked like that but it's just how you're supposed to do it, Da, just do it right. But that's neither here nor there (he banishes those little voices from his head as soon as they pipe up). Bastards or not, kits need a bit of direction. Guidance, protection, a dash of horseplay.

In this forsaken weather, what they need is to be kept inside. The only reason Hartspring's out and about is to look for any signs of the sky lettin' up anytime soon. Instead, he hears the tiny voice of what can only be a wean, one he tracks down to one of the many snow mounds. He finds them eating said snow, and briefly despairs that yes, this is the reason children cannot be trusted on their own, stars forbid they keep from stuffing things in their mouths.

"Oh, the state o'ya!" He tsks, pawing away some of the snow to make a trail for the wee thing to walk through. "Let's get you back, now. And don't you go eating snow again— you might swallow a stick and they'll have my head for it."
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[cranecatcher]

TAGS — Cranecatcher is antsy in this snowfall. What with the river rising and the thick blanket it's already cast upon their camp, he fears it's only a matter of time before something just awful happens- but he tries to let go of the fear when he can. It's not like him to be so anxious (it is, really, he just doesn't know it, or maybe he refuses to admit it to himself). But regardless of whether this is like him or not, Cranecatcher stalks the ever-deepening drifts, silk-cream fur blending him almost completely into the landscape. He's almost as integrated into it as Oddkit, but it might have him beat, what with the way it seems to have taken a tumble right into the snow itself.

Crane isn't the first to find it, though, and instead falls in next to Hartspring, gazing upon the kitten with some sort of affection. Kits weren't exactly good company if you wanted to have a discussion or go hunting or do anything useful, but they were sort of fun to watch, and it's always interesting to pick their brains about things. Their naive wisdom is sometimes more useful than other cats will admit- but Cranecatcher doesn't mind following their word from time to time, even if other cats think him childish for it. Besides, the little buggers needed role models. He's alright at that, isn't he?

The young tom laughs as Hartspring chides the child gently. "You should listen to him," Cranecatcher hums, feathery tail flicking with amusement, worries forgotten if only for the moment. "I had a friend swallow a stick in the nursery, and it made them so skinny and spindly that they turned into a WindClanner. Scary stuff." His ears twitch as he reconsiders his story, wondering if maybe he shouldn't be making up horror stories for a kit as young as this- but it's out now, he supposes. Hopefully the warm mirth in his tone is enough to deter any strong reactions.​

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[RAVENSONG]

Ravenpaw was returning just from the nursery, having been tasked to patch a hole in the wall lining. His mentor had said it must be done as soon as possible—the last thing they wanted was a draft coming into the very place they nursed their kittens. Should he ever have kittens of his own, they certainly would not be born in leaf bare.

The dark-pelted apprentice fluffed up his fur, ready to retire to his den for the day when he noticed Hartspring and Cranecatcher speaking to a lump of snow. As he approached, he recognized Oddkit's unusual coloring and scoffed with half-hearted amusement, deciding to give his own cautionary tale. "If you keep sneaking out like this in the big snowstorms, you'll freeze to death before you become a 'paw."​