camp CANT TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU [ ✦ ] snow

[Starlingheart]

When she wakes in the morning, it is dawn. Dim morning light filters in through the opening of her den and when she blinks sleepily awake she has to blink hard in order for her eyes to adjust to the sun. Her white-capped paws stretch in front of her, taking in the empty space that, until recently, would have been occupied by gray fur, by green eyes blinking tiredly back at her, a nose pressing against her forehead, a tired voice asking if she had slept well. The nothingness is jarring, not something she has grown used to yet and despite how terrible he had revealed himself to be there is still a part of her that grieves his absence.

Unable to stand it any longer, she pushes herself to her paws and, with a glance spared for the nest Magpiepaw occupies, she heads to the opening of the rock wall that makes up the medicine cats den in ShadowClan. Around this time last leaf-bare she had just become the clans full medicine cat and she thinks about that as she looks out into camp. Overnight, it would seem the snow had come because the landscape she was so familiar with was now blanketed with a soft layer of white. "it's so beautiful..." she says quietly. There is just something about the way it muffles the sounds of the forest, something about the way it looks when it has been undisturbed. Though she does know the hardships it brings, she cannot help but to admire it in this moment.

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[Frostbite]

Dawn graces the waking world once more, and Frostbite is awake to witness it. The land is blanketed with newfallen snow, the soft white flakes gently falling to the ground in a light flurry. He steps from the warriors den to add his pawprints to those already present upon the snow, striding into camp as his namesake graces the branches and surfaces of his surroundings. He breathes in the cold air and it seems to revitalize him. He is in his element now, his coat blending in with the world around him. He sees Starlingheart leave her den, and he can only hope she is doing well.

So, he strides over to her, standing beside her to observe the snow coated world around them.

"It is, isn't it?" He replies to her quietly. "It's lovely, even if it is a sign of hardships to come." He adds. He knows what the snow portends, but only a fool or a pessimist can deny its beauty, the quiet peace that it brings to the world as its inhabitants cozy up in their dens to stay warm. A perfect mixture of beauty and danger.​

 

[ROOSTERSTRUT]

Leafbare is, generally, difficult for the clans. The thick layering of snow made hunting conditions trickier; some prey even hid away in the wintertime, not to be seen again until newleaf made its appearance. The snowstorms were frigid and blustery and it was often a struggle to keep warm, especially for cats with lighter coats. The season had never been kind to Roosterstrut, with his father being killed by a fox during his first leafbare and ShadowClan outright starving the next. Hopefully, if StarClan blessed them, their hardships would be kept minimal this time around.

"We'll get through this." Roosterstrut commented toward his clanmates with a sigh, a hopeful glint in his pale green eyes. He would have to head out on a hunting patrol soon enough; for now, though, it was nice to admire the powdery white landscape surrounding them.

₊ ⋆ * ⊹ ₊ ☾ —— 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙧

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  ✰ ROOSTERSTRUT
  —— he/him; warrior of shadowclan
  —— heteroflexible; single
  —— red tabby tom with long hair and pale green eyes
  —— "speech", thoughts, attack
  —— link to full tags; @ on discord for plots.
  —— penned by beatles

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[Magpiepaw]

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Magpiepaw slowly follows after his mentor as she steps out of the den, blue-violet gaze narrowing in thought and expression hard to read. He has been quietly subdued for some time since the incident, he had never been very talkative to begin with but he finds words even more difficult now than before and he worries for whatever cruelty might be inflicted now if he says the wrong thing. The apprentice wanders over to sit next to Starlingheart in silence, gaze wandering around the snow-covered camp with a flicker of nostalgia flitting over his his expression. He had been found around the time of leafbare last year, it had been nearly a full year now since he joined ShadowClan but given his status as a medicine cat apprentice he still carried the title of 'paw'.
He glances briefly at Frostbite and Roosterstrut both, their commentary of the coming struggles met with a strained indifference. He couldn't help but worry, so he fought it down until he felt almost too passive about it all.
When he speaks his voice is airy and calm, "We will be fine." He agrees, the worst thing that could have happened to them all had already done so.

————— ⸸ looks like the stars won't shine much longer ———— ⸸ so give me your hand

• OOC can go here.
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  Magpiepaw
  —⊰⋅ MCA of ShadowClan
  —⊰⋅ He/They
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ Black tom w/a white throat and blue-violet eyes.
  —⊰⋅ Has mild cerebellar hypoplasia (Wobbly cat syndrome)
  
  

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[BASILPAW]

" HEY GUYS SOMETHING WEIRD IS FALLING DOWN FROM THE SKY!!." He called into the apprentice den before turning his attention back outside where he saw white flies fall from the sky. This was his first time experiencing snow so he had no clue what it even was!. It could be anything really but since none of the warriors out there had alarmed them from anything dangerous happening he was just gonna assume it was harmless!. Basilpaw stept out from the den to stare up at the sky and when that first snow flake landed on top of his nose the kit's eyes went wide. It felt cold and wet at the same time. " What is this for something?!, can...can you eat it?." he asked to whoever happend to stand close enough to hear him. Asking had been pointless though because Basilpaw made the decision to see for himself as he stuck his tongue out and waited for another white fly to drop down on his tongue. When it did he sticked the tongue back inside to taste it. " It tastes like water! nothing like how flies usual tastes!." he spoke aloud to himself but he didn't think it tasted bad...

Basilpaw put out his tongue again to let another drop fall down on his tongue, and then another one!. Getting bored easily he come up with another more fun idea. What if he caught them in his mouth instead?. That sounded fun!. Grinning at his brilliant idea he went for the first one in the air as he caught one of the flakes inside of his mouth. Just like what he had suspected. This game was alot more fun then just waiting for them to drop down in his mouth!. And so the new game begin with Basilpaw jumping around in camp trying to catch every single snow flakes that fell from the sky having the absolute best time of his life!.



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[WISTERIAPAW]

✝ ── He's heard of this, but this is this first time actually seeing this. His very first Leaf-bare. The elders said this is snow. He's just as awestruck as Starlingheart. Even though he was told what snow was, experiencing it was much different. He'd dare to say that it was even more wonderful than it had been described. He closes his eyes and lets the flakes fall on his white fur. ears twitch at Basilpaw's excitement. That's right. This was their first Leaf-bare together. He opens and eye and smiles while watching Basilpaw sticking his tongue out and stating that it tastes like water. Apparently, Basilpaw carries on his own pace, jumping around.

wisteriapaw bounds over to the other apprentice and leaps around with his tongue sticking out. "Bahhhsil ets snawh." Naturally the words sound funny, but he's just having fun with Basilpaw. That wasn't a crime, right?

 

[PATCHPAW]

Brought out by Basilpaw's hollering, she hurried to meet the others in camp. Patchpaw stared up at the sky, expecting frogs to be falling from the clouds. Instead, flurries drifted onto her face. "It's.. rain? But cold.." This must be the fabled snow the queens had told them about.
It's soft, she notes. Much softer than ice. Before she could bring a paw closer to her face, the flurries she was attempting to examine would melt. "You can't eat water!" This was directed at Basilpaw's inquiry - strange enough, it did feel like eating it. She chomped on some, but spit it out when her mouth was met with coldness. "BLEh!"

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• PATCHPAW ✩ she/her, apprentice of shadowclan ⭃ dilute calico with white markings and green eyes. 9 moons old. clever and calculated. glory-seeker. devout shadowclanner, by any necessary means. ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking. heavily practicing combat atm. ⭃ penned by jules ↛ @comfinesse on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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