BIRD IN YOUR TEETH ☁︎ intro

[dustcloud]

❝ ROMANTICIZE A QUIET LIFE ⋆☁︎•°⋆ ————————————
Leaf-fall was approaching, and the trees were showing their excitement of upcoming rest with a phenomenal show of color. The red, orange, and brown leaves of one lone tree on the moor looked like a massive calico coat clinging to the branches above the fawn tabby looking up at them. Dustcloud smiled up at them and paused her gait to watch them rustle in the breeze and then followed the gust rustling the now crunchy grasses surrounding it. They rubbed along each other and you could almost hear the wind moving away from them to continue over the moor. Did the others look at the world around them like this? Did they watch the wind moving across their territory like this?

Dustcloud looked to her patrol to see if they were watching the wind play in the grass and realized they had continued the patrol several foxlengths ahead of her. Well, that was an answer in a way. She yelped in surprise and bounded to rejoin the patrol. "Sorry! Got a little distracted." She looked behind her at the lone tree and then back to the patrol. "When do you think the first snowfall will be? It's getting colder everyday." The she-cat mimicked a shiver and fluffed her fur against the nippig moor wind. Their territory sure lived up to its name.

[penned by muddly - ☁︎]

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[SEDGEPOUNCE]

Dustcloud, ever the wanderer, is dream-eyed enough to make even Sedgepounce seem stoic. His own appreciation for the beauty of the changing moor is reserved for small, quiet moments; a spare glance here or there, a fleeting bird-wing flap of a thought, brief albeit frequent as they may be. So it's not the wistfulness in Dustcloud's voice that drags his attention to her and away from the swaying fields—it's fear.

"Blegh. Hopefully not for another two moons at least," he responds, swiveling toward the wheat-furred molly. A crumpled look of dread is soon overtaken by a wry smile. "If we're lucky, maybe we won't get any snow at all!" It's wishful thinking, surely. But not even the rare beauty of undisturbed snow is enough to make Sedgepounce look forward to numb paws and constant shivering all season long.
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[Mallowtail]

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A yelp from fellow patrol mate catches her attention as her tufted ears twitch. "Whatcha apologizing for? Everyone gets distracted sometime," she muses with a chuckle as she turns her focus forth. The weather was getting cold with each passing day and it didn't seem to be long until snow began to cover the moorlands. Her short coat is ruffled by a breeze and she shakes off the underlying chill with a flick of her tail.

Shouldn't be long until now. Mallowtail would think as she nods her head in agreement to Sedgepounce's remark. "I personally hope it's longer than two moons. I'm going to get hairballs if my coat keeps shedding…" The cream sepia would muse with a disdainful expression at the thought of choking up a hairball. She clicks her tongue against her teeth as her gaze shifts across their territory. "Everything has mostly grown back since the fires, yeah? It's starting to look beautiful and now it's gonna disappear for the leafbare, tch."

 

[BUCKFIRE]

Triangular ears prick attentively as the breeze jostles the trees, with varying hues of orange and yellow glinting in the face of the sunlight. Something had changed, Buckfire had noticed. There is a cooler edge in the air, foreshadowing what is to come in future moons. He knows that freezing cold and blankets of powdery white are looming on the horizon, perhaps a nuisance for clan cats but anticipated by the chocolate tabby tom. He's never experienced a true winter in the wilds without the comforts of a manmade roof over his head, but Buckfire is ready for the challenge. He knew that he was tough enough to survive.

His molten gaze tears away from the boughs of the autumn-kissed trees as a she-cat's voice chirps up from behind them, mentioning the idea of leafbare's arrival. The patrol, as expected, does not welcome it. "Snow's beautiful in itself, I think." Buckfire shrugs. He could sit and stare out into a snowstorm for hours on end if he wanted to, admiring the manner in which the wind drove blustery trails of snow and sleet across the skies. Were all of the clan cats too preoccupied with doing their duties to stop and admire nature's wonders?

The chocolate-striped tom turned his attention back to the fawn tabby who spoke first, furrowing his brows slightly in interest. "Dustcloud, right?" There are a lot of cats in WindClan; as a newcomer, he is still learning everyone's names. Buckfire has seen this pretty molly in passing for certain, though they've never been afforded the opportunity to really talk. "How'd WindClan fare last leafbare? Surely y'all don't just let the snow pile onto ya'." He knew that they could retreat into their little hidey-holes like they do with rainfall, but could they all squeeze into those abandoned setts? Buckfire would sooner run away to the barn again than huddle in a claustrophobic space with clusters of other WIndClanners. In fact, maybe they could all make the trek if conditions got bad enough?

𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍 ✹ . + ˚ · 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃

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  — buckfire / 33 moons / he/him pronouns
  — windclan moor runner / shadowing scorchstorm / former loner
  — sh chocolate tabby w/ orange eyes, bite marks on left foreleg, nick in left ear & scratch on right side of lip
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