camp Dos oruguitas paran el viento ☮ Prompt

[Silverbreath]

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After spending an afternoon fishing, Silverbreath notices little icicles forming at the ends of his whiskers- BRRRRR! What does he do to warm up?

He'd caught a carp! It was a pretty hefty one, perhaps exhausted itself trying to hunt bugs and smaller fish or whatever these things ate. Did fish also have to come home to their families empty-pawed? Empty-finned? Yeah, focus on the pun, not the moral dilemma you just dug up.
Either way, he had a pretty hefty fish in his jaws, and happily brought it to camp to feed the clan. Only issue - he'd needed to jump head-first into the water to get the slippery fucker, and with his uselessly thin coat now soaked to the bone, the man was comparable to a creaky twig waving frantically in the breeze, threatening to snap off its mother branch!
Cold, cold, cold - say that a million times really fast and your teeth will chatter as loudly as Silverbreath's is!
Dropping the fish on the pile, the man would immediately plop down to groom at his paws, finding with dismayed amusement that his whiskers were practically growing icicles! AH! He needed to get warm before his very blood followed suit!

That's when he spotted @Wavepaw . The fluffy young tom seemed to be relaxing in camp - trying and failing (less so than Silverbreath currently is) to curl up against the breeze. "Hey kid, if you need a shield, and I need a pillow, I think we can help each other out" the tom would purr, making his way over. Plopping down comfortably around the other, smaller tom - Stars he was so tiny! - Silvebreath would press his face into the younger's soft coat - Stars above he still had kitten fluff! His chest warmed as he recalled the times he used to curl up like this around Carp-paw, protecting her from the monsters under her nest. When had she out-grown that?

Wavepaw was a sweet kid, one he was glad to have found in this dire moment of need. It reminded Silverbreath the benefits of living within a colony. How pack-warming was almost an expectation as these cats had long since discovered the downfalls of living selfishly. Although Silvebreath still struggled with some of the more one-for-all rules, moments like these were a good reminder of why it was all worth it.

Perhaps more clanmates would take the invitation for some fellow-cat bonding time?

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  GENERAL:
  ☮ Silverbreath
  ☮ DMAB— He/Him — Bisexual
  ☮ 35 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☮ Father to Carp-paw, Mentoring Goldenpaw
  ☮ Riverclan — Warrior
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☮Physically hard | mentally hard
  ☮ Attack in bold #7d7d7d
  injuries: None currently

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[DAWNSTORM]

die with memories , not dreams .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The chimera stopped, paw raised mid-step to stare at Silverbreath’s open display, plopping down beside Wavepaw with an odd sound, nearly making the warrior surge forward in fear that something was wrong. What was that? He inquired, brows creasing in bafflement, clamping his maw shut before words spewed like droplets of ichor. He shuffled in discomfiture, cracked paw pads pressed into the frigid ground, sinking into the well-worn appendages, continuing his slow gait.

He came to a leisurely halt, bi-colored hues peering at the two in contemplation when hindlegs collapsed, curled beneath him, sitting beside the two, barely brushing against Silverbreath, hoping his bulky build shielded the worst of the sharpness that leafbare brought.

He didn’t dare join, unwilling to cross a boundary that he wasn’t permitted to share, but all that more willing to share his warmth with the two a whisker length away. He craved physical touch like how breathing was necessary, but one was needed to survive and the other was a selfish desire that he held in an iron-clad grip next to his heart.

Regardless, Dawnstorm was content to become the two’s shield against the worst of the cold, shoulders widening, hunched over almost, helm bowed to stare idly across camp with a quiet rumble. ​

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