do you hear the people sing`- phase iv, material gathering

[shalestorm]

Just when things were looking up, when it seemed the weather might take a turn for the better and the harsh chill of leaf-bare would hold back for a moon longer yet, the sky comes crashing down in sheets of snow that cling to fur, to tree trunks, to the frost bitten ground and to the resolve of all five Clans. It might be foolsish to go out in weather like this, but do they really have a choice? Shalestorm doesn't think so, and while there's definitely stuff to be done in camp, it is difficult to do so without a few brave and/or foolish soles to gather what is needed... prey, herbs, or materials.

Assuming this doesn't go to badly, Shalestorm will go out and hunt later, she might be able to catch a few of the more snow resistant birds, but right now the goal is keeping the kits, queens and elders warm and snug. "Hopefully we have some luck here!" She shouts over the sound of the wind, trying to glimpse the pelts of her patrol around her, acutely aware that her own half white pelt might make her more difficult to see as well. "Just try your best!" That said, the warrior puts her nose to the ground and keeps her eyes peeled for... anything.

Luck is not with her today, because not only is she now freezing her butt off, but she can't find anything useful, either. Sure, she'd told the patrol it was okay if they tried there best, but to have that same sentiment applied to herself too? No, it doesn't feel great. Logically she can tell herself again and again that it's fine, that it would be hard for anyone to find good materials in this weather! But, knowing it and digesting it are two entirely separate things. A tickle rises in her throat as she looks, and Shalestorm tries to suppress the cough growing in her throat.

if I held your hand // would that be okay?

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  ooc - health roll: 12, contracts whitecough :WAGGH:
  material roll: 3, no materials - 0 points
  
  @Snowlark. tag, but no need to wait !
  
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  #e36f90
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  (img) Shalestorm * she/her* 27 moons
  blue point/blue chimera w/ low white; blue eyes
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots

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[MARBLEPAW]

Marblepaw had woken up feeling distinctly off today, but she attributes it to the aching cold sweeping through camp. Even her well-fluffed nest wasn't sufficient to keep her warm throughout the night. When she wakes, it's to a pounding head, to a nose that both seems overstuffed and leaky, and to a throat that feels a little tighter than it had the day prior. She struggles to her paws and finds her way out of Starlingheart's den, forgoing her breakfast entirely; nothing looks appetizing, and she isn't hungry, for once.

She finds herself joining Shalestorm's patrol. The pale gray she-cat twists to seek her Clanmates through the storm; Marblepaw meets her blue gaze and tries to smile. "I'm sure we'll find something," she calls back. Her paws are already numb from driving through snowdrifts, and she feels on the brink of collapse by the time they find a wooded vale in the forest.

Her swollen eyes sweep the clearing, landing on the twisted trunks of a snow-crusted cedar. There's some moss that looks at least relatively dry coating the bark. Marblepaw plods closer, scraping the treasure away with her claws. "It'll need some drying out, but it should do the trick," she says. What she really wants to do is head straight back to camp and nurse this headache... maybe Starlingheart can give her something for it. She isn't sure she knows the cure for that off the top of her head.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: sick asf but earned 1 point :)
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• Marblekit . Marblepaw, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 10 moons old, ages realistically on the 1st.
  — mentored by Starlingheart ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — shadowclan medicine cat apprentice, formerly a rogue. siltcloud x lilacfur, gen 3.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh fawn tabby with dull green eyes. courageous, curious, introspective, observant, judgmental, snarky.

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[AGATEPAW.]

The cold was angry and biting, and Agatepaw felt it. Just like his previous endeavors, he started by looking in the thorns for feathers. Unfortunately, there was nothing. He let out a noise of disapproval before he began to search for the place where he found some ferns the last time.

His paws dug through the snow, trying to unearth something, anything to make this risk worthwhile. "Ugh, come on, come on," he urged himself, ignoring the stinging pain of digging through the frost.

In the end, he found nothing to show, the blizzard mostly covering up the hole he dug before he could reach underneath. He scowled, swearing under his breath, though casting Marblepaw a look. She didn't look well at all. He considered offering to escort her back, but clamped his jaws shut. No, he'd rather not risk anything, but if she started to head back, he would follow, just to make sure.

He was certain he'd need to be looked at himself, judging by the pain.

// 8 for health roll and 7 for materials... frostbite and nothing to show for it </3​

"Speech"​

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STEP FROM THE DARK TO THE LIGHT​

 

[BATCHASER]

He had woken up feeling off, he thinks of it as being from the sweeping cold that rattled his figure. He had found himself going on a patrol anyway, collecting warm materials for the marsh - dwelling clan. The long - limbed bicolor bent his head down to sniff at anything, blinking tiredly as he stalks through the frosted wasteland. An ear twitches, as he finds himself perking up at his interesting discovering.

Rabbit's fur...? Huh. How did it come over to here? Perhaps, a strong gust of wind carried it far? Batchaser shakes his head from the thoughts, before he snags the clumps of rabbit's fur between ivory fangs. Whiplike tail curls, as he slinks away back towards the group. "Found some rabbit's fur." He hums, as he showed his payload he collected.

𓂃 𝅄᠂ ⭒ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ☽ 𝙃𝙄𝘿𝘿𝙀𝙉 𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙋 𝙂𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙎

• ooc. rolled a 14, contracted whitecough & rolled a 20 (rabbit's fur)
  POINTS: 3

• temp batchaser ref.

  

• ( THAT'S ONE ENEMY DOWN! ) ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ BATCHASER. ╱ shadowclan warrior.
  ― CISMALE ; HE / HIM ; CURRENTLY 37 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 10TH.
  ✦ pansexual / not actively looking — mentoring none.
  ✦ a tall shorthaired curly black smoke bicolor with gold/green heterochromia.
  ✦ thoughts ; "Speech, 7077A1" ; attacks only
  ✦ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✦ smells like rain-soaked pavement, mist & sweet leaf rot
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[scalejaw]

★ Cold. Even through her feathered pelt she feels it with each step she takes in this horrid weather, eyes squinted against the blizzard and breaths curling in the air. Her head felt like it was full of bees, and though she kept pace with the rest, she was feeling numb in her limbs. She knew that was a bad sign. A grimace curled over her face as she nosed against hollows dipped away from the snow bluffs.

Feathers- she knew that tickle against her nose, even if it was barely felt. Cold, cold, cold. Her jaws wrapped around them, unsure of how they stayed in one piece, or in any kind of good condition out here, but she was thanking Starclan the kits would be warm tonight, even if it meant loosing a toe or two. She pushed back to the patrol, speaking through the feathers to ensure they didn't fly from her maw. "Feathers. We should get back as soon as possible." The lead suggested.

Her eyes turned, squinting against the white landscape. It's well enough she knew camp's direction by heart, but anyone younger, who had never experienced cold like this... "Stick close to somecat, too. I don't want anyone lost." She called over the storm.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎┌── AND JUST LIKE THE RAIN ⋅❁⋅ YOU CAST THE DUST INTO NOTHING ──┐‎

• "speech"
  // rolled a 9 and a 15- frostbite and 2 points for her!

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• SCALEJAW 🌧 she/her, lead warrior of shadowclan, sixty-six moons.
  ★ A SH black/LH blue smoke chimera with glowering orange eyes, tufts of fur that make her look dragon-akin, and scars that she wears with pride. motherly and stern attitude, with a warm streak for clanmates and a cruel streak for enemies.
  ★ mentoring no one
  ★ padding after no one / / mother to bonerattle, nightwhisper, and shadefall
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] The lead warrior follow close to the others, wind buffeting his fur as he gritted his teeth. All this snow made everything difficult to see and his fur can only help so much in this storm. His concern was also on his clanmates and their safety. Bobbed tail twitched as he heard others announcing if they had found something. Focusing on their voice the tom would stumble over something small and simple. It was material at least and would do well to serve the clan even if it was something... small.

A soft relief of a breath came from him before returning his attention to the rest of the group. "I have also found something!" he called, a cough sputtering from his chest before returning towards the group with the bundle of moss clamped in his jaw, ears flattening on his skull trying to help ease the howling sound of the wind in his ears. Hopefully they can get back to camp safely.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── Where I am going is right where I am ──┐‎

• "speak""Thoughts"
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  Snowlark ❄ He/Him, Lead warrior of Shadowclan, 15 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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Rolled a 13! 1 point ))

 

[EERIENIGHT]

Had they been fools to think the world's end had been stalled? Had they been fools to settle into brief warmth, a frost subsided? For celebrating? Eerienight thinks they have been, that he has been. He should've known, at the very least. Not all of his clanmates are a-tune to such omens — he should've known.

Instead, he treks through a violent strike against their foolishness, wind clawing down his spindly form and star-forged flakes pelting his fur, painting him the night sky. Eerienight's never been so cold, never been so desperate to find some fluff to craft nests with so they can go home.

But he struggles, with stark white burning at umber-hued eyes, to find anything. " I can't — " the tom lets out in defeat, trying to find his patrolmates' forms. He's so cold, he's so cold.
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