pafp CRYSTALLINE ✩ SNOW, PROMPT

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( ✩ )　 A soft blanket of white has draped itself over RiverClan's home, dusting across branches and bushes, tickling the tips of cats' noses. Starlightpaw finds themself fascinated by it, this sudden change that's swept over everything, even as the chill digs its claws past her scruffy pelt.

She blinks up at the pale cover on the branches; it's so bright, blind white in the harsh sunlight and impossible to ignore. "Oh, wow..." he mutters, eyes trailing across the shape of it. It had started with just a few snowflakes -- glittering like falling stars and just as ephemeral, gone before they could settle on the ground. But now... "All of this snow... It really is everywhere, hmm? I wonder how much more there will be..." Leafbare's only just beginning, after all. She huffs a soft laugh to herself, words hushed. Starlightpaw seems, for a moment, caught in the reverie, unheeding of the bustle of cats in the camp around him.

LATELY I'M FEELING LIKE ✩ A BIG BANG ! 【 12.12.23 】

• // PROMPT: Snow has began to form over branches and bushes making Starlightpaw's dark pelt stand out all the more.
  
  please wait for @goldenkit !!
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• ✩ 　⁺　₊ 　⋆　STARLIGHTPAW.　APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN.　HE / SHE / THEY.
  6 MOONS & AGES ON THE 12TH.　PENNED BY SATURNID.
  
  

  

  ✩ — A WIRY, CURLY-FURRED BLACK SMOKE WITH CLOUDED BLUE EYES.
  

  
  SMOKETHROAT xx CICADASTAR. LITTERMATE TO BEEPAW & CICADAPAW.
  
  MENTORED BY PETALNOSE.​

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[goldenpaw !!]

☼°⋆ — There had been talk of snow, but Goldenkit hadn't truly imagined it could be this vast. Older cats had told her it'd be a white sheet over the grass, and she had thought she knew what that meant until she actually saw it. It was impossibly cold, the frost clinging desperately to warm pelts. She was chilly now, having spent her morning shaking the powdery snow down off branches. A new vehicle for fun, and just as entertaining as any game.

"Do you think it will stop?" She'd caught Starlightpaw as he was gazing out at the sight. "...It can stop, right? It won't start covering everything?" She was hoping it would melt before she had to learn any real prey-tracking, seeing how bright her pelt stuck out against the snow. So did Starlightpaw's, she noticed, and how easy it was to see them in the center of the bustling snowy camp. Focusing hard on trying to recall if she'd seen them brought in any catches recently or talked about difficulty out on patrols, her breath plumed up in the air. "Nobody said nothing about the snow covering us all, though. Just the ground!"​

 

[Asphodelrain]

*+:｡.｡ "We better hope it stops" Asphodelpaw's grumble was as brightly and cheery as the frost that stung his nose, wrinkling his expression into an even moodier one - if that could even be possible. If it wasn't obvious, the young apprentice wasn't a fan of this weather phenomenon. He'd been born beneath the warm sun of Green-leaf, and now more than ever his bones yearned for the nicer season of his youth. Although this was his first leaf-bare, he was already not a fan. His pelt was too thin to withstand the cold, his paw pads not ready for the incessant burn, and with a hungry tummy aching for a bite of prey that didn't freeze over by the time he got to chewing on it - could you blame him for being a grouch?
His icy glare glides over the weighted blankets of white, feeling a chill creep up from his paws into his chest. How all of this...fluff could just appear overnight and linger through the day was frightening. Almost like a silent invader. Hoping to distract himself, he looks over at Starlightpaw and Goldenkit. "You both stand out like a sore claw" Asphodelpaw stated with a huff somewhere between disappointed and amused. Of course his only other thought was on the usefulness of their pelts against all this white! For all of Asphodelpaw's complaints, he was thankful that his coat color blended seamlessly with the newly painted terrain.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 11/22/23

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  GENERAL:
  ☆ Asphodelpaw
  ☆ DMAB— He/Him — Unsure
  ☆ 8 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☆ Mentored by Crashingtide
  ☆ Riverclan — Apprentice
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☆ Physically easy | mentally medium
  ☆ Attack in bold #9fc3fc
  injuries: None currently

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[shellpaw]

shellkit, though she is none the wiser yet, does not have this problem. she was born fragile alabaster and cotton, nearly indistinguishable from the snow slowly building up around her body. even now, as she steps paw from the nursery, the powdered ivory dusts the lilac striping of her back and sends her pelt further white. sugared amber eyes seem darker in this weather, a near bloody copper and one of the few implications that she was there after toddling through the snow. starlightpaw was like a beacon in the otherwise pale glow of camp, snow cascading down and layering the soft membrane of her ears down to splay at either side of her cracked - shell face.

you both stand out like a sore claw, asphodelpaw speaks ( although she wouldn’t dare try and pronounce his name aloud ), and shellkit hums thoughtfully, ” like a sore claw. “ the child breathes in repetition, nodding slowly along because — the snow eats away at them, soaks their pelts in ice and water as hers had been not long ago. she tsks her tongue, unblinking, as she rounds close to her cousin, ” how will you hide? “ a delicate drone, onyx pupils slitting towards the sky. a strange, foreboding question ; though in her little mind, she thinks only of her kit games, the one that makes hazecloud most upset. she doesn’t hide and seek often, but the question, to her, is dire — it’s relevance to the real world lost on her inexperience.

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 𓇼 𝙎𝙊 𝙎𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙏 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝙊 𝘾𝙊𝙇𝘿

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  SHELLKIT 𓆉 SHE / HER, KITTEN OF RIVERCLAN. KINDLING xx UNKNOWN, NIECE TO SMOKESTAR. 3 MOONS OLD, SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. PENNED BY ANTLERS.
  delicate lilac - striped molly with sugarplum eyes she is pallid ; platinum splotched with ribbons of shell - touched cream, wisped ends like memories of a distant shore. feather breath and elderdown fur conceals a body worn fragile by tumultuous youth, too thin in some places and round with baby fat in others. her face is short - muzzled, framed half mast by eyes coined warm, sugared amber.
  
  currently exhibiting symptoms of whitecough. this includes a running nose, wheezing, sluggishness, and labored breathing. please keep contagion in mind.
  
  

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[FERNGILL]

"It will stop," Ferngill assured, a soft smile of reassurance settled on his face as he neared the group of smaller cats. It was weird, that he held some wisdom over them now. First litter of RiverClan, and all that... now he was living through another leafbare, watching younger Clanmates theorise and grasp for solutions for a stand-out pelt.

Bright tangerine, brand of fire forging its way through the snow much like Goldenkit, Ferngill stood out like a sore claw in any weather. Maybe he had a bit of experience, then... but he'd been no good as an apprentice last Leafbare, moons behind his peers, clumsy-footed and ugly-looking. Shellkit's question was quiet, ghostly-sounding- but definitely worth thinking about, wasn't it? "Yeah, see... Shellkit, you're lucky. Do you think there's anything you can do to hide in the snow as well as she can?" He glanced to the stand-out pelts present as he asked, genuinely interested. ​

✦ penned by pin ✦​