camp but not by choice // snow watching

[Glowingpaw.]

THE LIES YOU SUCCUMB TO
BLISSFULLY UNAWARE​

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glowingpaw & 10 moons & female & she/her & thunderclan apprentice ​

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Tired eyes open blearily to a world of white - a blur that at first, she attributes to the glaze of half-sight that has always haunted her. But when she squints, and nothing changes, she blinks - startled. Wounds ache as she pulls herself to her paws - slowly, carefully, wincing at the burn of flesh with each movement she makes, breathes still far too labored with each step - carefully hobbling her way to dens entrance before leaning against briar thicket with a muffled sigh. She is glad they'd had warning - and yet, even with Gentlestorm's omen in mind, she still can hardly believe the sight that meets her eyes. A shiver rocks through pale figure as wind threatens to send her tumbling, and Glowingpaw is quick to hunker back down at the edge of the dens maw, settling in to simply... watch. For something so deadly, it is at least beautiful.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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W E ' L L - A L W A Y S -B E -S O -P E R F E C T L Y- H A P P Y

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// not specifically an event / prompt post but takes place during it - feel free to use it as one for yc's though

 

[CRANETUFT.]

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Snow appeared to be able to wash everything away. It was a cleanser, something that allowed for new starts and rebirth. In truth, it was harshly cold, though it allowed for many, many new things to happen. Plants that didn't bloom in other seasons could bloom in winter. Romance seemed to be reborn in winter. Water vapor crystallized with Cranetuft's breath. A sigh of relief escaped him.

He glanced at Glowingpaw. "It's a lovely sight, isn't it?"
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[Woollykit]

In stark contrast to the earlier frost, the sky now rains down fluffy white flakes of snow. Woollykit can only look on in awe... she's never seen snow before! She'd never seen frost before, either, until it decided to come early, and the little tortoiseshell cannot help wondering why it had come early. It cut their fun celebration short and sent her back into the nursery where it was warmer and where she might be coddled by queens until she was sufficiently deemed warm enough.

Poking her nose once more out of the nursery, Woollykit glances around, startled a little to realize just how blind she is as sheets of white rain to the ground, sticking to the dens and blanketing the meager prey pile. Some warriors and apprentices had gone off to hunt in the storm, and it's with admiration and awe that Woollykit thinks of those brave souls, because if she can barely see to the other dens while still in camp, she imagines that the territory is no more visible.

With a glance behind her to make sure no ones eyes follow her, Woollykit darts off in the direction of the apprentice den, where the wind carries the faint hint of a voice, and she dashes under the cover as soon as she reaches it, padding over next to Cranetuft and Glowingpaw as she shakes the snowflakes from her frizzy pelt.

"Burr!!" The feline would complain before shuffling closer to the two at the entrance. "It's so cold! But it's pretty, too!! Why is it cold?" She asks, blinking between Glowingpaw and Cranetuft for an answer.​

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[THUNDERGLEAM]

There was joy in the weeping of the sky, gazes looking on with awe- though Thundergleam felt a twist of something wrong in her gut, looking at it. No, no... the snowfall was early, like the frost.... blur of ice in the air, insistent. Sharp... she could not help but think of it as punishment, though it seemed grandiose. All of ThunderCLan, for her own srimson-pawed sins? No, no... something else, this sky sobbed for. Sobbed, and felt so cold that it froze in its descent...

Fear glazed scarlet pupils, and pale eyes squinted in the stark, white light of the sky. The sun heaved through the thick layer of clouds, making the sky a mirror of the earth; Thundergleam found she could not face it for very long. Worry trembled her lip- there was no peaceful, perfect smile there. "The cold... is some dissatisfaction, some... danger," Her breath plumed into the air, sprawling mist. "StarClan, they are not upset, I do not think... but some threat weighs against them, I am sure, or else they would not have cast the clouds like this... no, no..." ​

penned by pin ☾​

 

[ONEPAW]

જ➶ Luminous golden orbs watch the snowflakes as they fall. Eyes wide and observing with bright intrigue. This is her first snowfall. Her first leafbare and it seems dreadfully cold perhaps colder than it should be. But honestly she doesn't know because she has nothing to go off of. Her tail slips back and forth as she approaches the entrance of the apprentice den, stepping out and lifting a paw to bat at one of the falling flakes. "Yeah it is really pretty..." She mumbles before her eyes shift to Woolykit then and honestly she wonders that too. Why is it so cold? Is it just cause it is supposed to be leafbare? Yet as she starts to second the question she gets sidetracked by what Thundergleam says and she furrows her brow a little.

What? What does that mean? "What does that mean? I thought Starclan was the only clan in the stars. How can something threaten them?" Move against them? But they can't possibly have an enemy right? Puzzlement is in her eyes before she snaps back to a flake that floats along the air.​

 

[doepath ࿔]

"It's just the season," the queen answers, sliding from the warmth of the nursery to get some relief in the fresh air. Thundergleam's scary words and ominous phrases were not welcome to her ears... especially not coming from the lips of someone with no real connection to StarClan. If there was something wrong it would be Gentlestorm that would know. Her brows pinch, frustrated by the anxiousness she's stirred up in younger cats, who are not old enough to know better than to dismiss her as a theorist.

She takes a shuddering breath to try to simmer some of her frustration, knowing it a displacement of her discomfort. Thundergleam means no harm... even if she is babbling nonsense.

"It'll pass," she promises, softening her voice as golden gaze shifts towards the sound of Woollykit's voice. She couldn't really comment on the beauty of what looked more like static in her vision than anything else... but that part she could tell the truth of. "Let's just make sure you don't freeze those pink little toes off, hmm?"

please dont leave me ➺ in the dark

• DOEPATH
  fifteen month old warrior of thunderclan
  she/her fawn sepia with low white and yellow eyes

 

[SHADOWEDPAW]

It's a world in stark contrast to the day he was born. At his littermate's side, he finds himself staring at a camp blanketed in alabaster, stars falling from the sky like raindrops. Shadowedpaw's never seen anything like it - he can't help but watch as he sits beside Glowingpaw.

But hardly does he feel like sitting for long. The cold is back, far worse than before, and sinks into his pelt as if the thick-tufted barrier was nothing. He can feel his paws growing numb, and he can't help but shiver.

" It'd be prettier if it weren't so cold, " the apprentice decides with a growing look of disdain before his gaze settles on his sister, " Don't you think? "
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