camp Can you say snow? ‡ Snow-'paw' fight!

[Ebonylight.]

*+:｡.｡ Ebonylight hadn't lost a damn thing when everything went to hell. They didn't have siblings or close friends to lose; their mate stayed behind with them - bless their beautiful Nightingalecall! - and their dignity remained wholly intact since they didn't lose their life or pelt to those savage traitors! Becoming pregnant was one of the best decisions Ebby ever made - second to joining Windclan after Gin's death, of course. So more so than anyone else in the clan, Ebonylight walked around with their uncanny grin bright as moonlight upon their midnight-painted face.
It made them stick out like a sore thumb.

How long had it been since the traitors were kicked out? Felt like an entire season had passed and yet so many of his clanmates seemingly refused to move on! They slouched about like they'd lost chunks of their souls to the rabbit-heart's bites, and frankly - Ebby was getting sick of it! So, on this lovely snowy day, where a thin layer of white coated the ground with soft, chilly cotton-fuzz, Ebby decided it was time for a little levity.

"Oh hey, you! Do you have some time to spare? I have something really cool to show you" thanks their their smile always being present, it was easy for the mischievous glint in their eye to be mistaken as a trick of the light. When the closest warrior to them hears their call and makes their way over, they'd be none the wiser when Ebby points to something by their shadow-tinted paw...without further warning, Ebonylight would scoop up a paw full of fresh snow, throwing it right into the warrior's curious, outstretched nose! The cat would splutter from the harmless shock, but just as they spat out the last mouthful of ice, Ebby would promptly throw another scoop onto them! Laughing giddily, they'd tease, "I'm sorry! One second I swear, it's just right under all this snow!" before kicking up more frost yet again.
Of course, they'd let up enough to let the other cat breathe, chuckling to themself as they add, "Actually you know what? Silly me I think I left it over on that other pile of snow-" then, to their utmost joy, the warrior promptly threw a scoop of frost right back at them!

And thus, the true civil war began!

*+:｡.｡ Updated 12/6/23

• Feel free to join in and/or be the cat Ebby first starts the challenge with!
  
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  GENERAL:
  ☆ Ebonylight
  ☆ DFAB— He/They/She — Pansexual
  ☆ 16 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☆ Mentored by X
  ☆ Windclan — Moor-runner (Loyalist)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☆ Physically hard | mentally hard
  ☆ Attack in bold black
  
  injuries: None currently
  ☆ Currently 1 moon pregnant!

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[hollowcreek]

( ✧ ) Prey had been low. Dangerously low now without enough of them to traverse the moors with the numbers they had left. Not enough prey left roaming in leafbare and even less skilled enough to find success- himself among them. Thankfully Hollowcreek did not tend to find himself on hunting patrols lately, graced with task of keeping their horseplace border checked and secured.

He had been ready to return to the fields in his free time to see if he could hunt something while there was still daylight when Ebonylight sought for his attention. The tabby sighed, tired, and humored his Clanmate with a half-lidded stare. "Time to spare? When it's snowing?" Don't answer that. Clearly it wouldn't be taken seriously.

Now he had to get Ebonylight off his tail. He turned his head to where the tabby pointed to and furiously shook his head as his muzzle was covered in icy powder- snow. Hollowcreek spat out what got between his teeth with a 'plegh!' but they were not done with him yet. Another assault and Hollowcreek was fighting to shake off all the snow and gather himself enough to shove Ebonylight face-first into the snow. He went with the former, gaining time as they dove for another pile of snow and Hollowcreek was able to dodge.

"I don't think it'll do you any good, fighting me." His growl held much more humor than when this started. The brown tabby swerved to use his back legs and claws to trudge up more snow at Ebonylight.
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( I SEE YOUR COLLARBONE ; AND WANNA LOSE CONTROL )

 

[SHADOWRUNNER]

\╱╲I SEE A RED DOOR & I WANT IT PAINTED BLACK╱╲/​

With all the snow being chucked about Shadowrunner was beginning to second guess as to why he had left the tunnels that day. Continuing with repairs and patrols was starting to look rather inviting by that point in comparison to the chaos taking place in the camp. Though as he continued to watch from his relatively safe corner in the camp the scene before him started to seem a little more fun, inviting even. The black tom couched himself low as he stalked closer to Hollowcreek and Ebonylight, and with a swift flick of his forepaw he aimed to rain powdery snow over the top of both of them.

NO COLOURS ANYMORE I WANT THEM TO TURN BLACK
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