camp Dreaming of a white Christmas|| snow flurries


[ ༻❄༺ ] He had been greatful when the initial earky frost had finally loosen its grip upon them and things had begin to go back to normalcy despite the harshness that was brought onto them due to the blizzard and all. Yet, the lead warrior came to a pause when a tiny flurry of snow landed on his pale rosey nose making him blink in surprise to such thing. Of course he shouldn't be surprised due to it being deep into leaf-bare now but still Snowlark could not help but pause in his steps while everyone around him continued going on with their day.

The first thing that popped in his mind was a concern of another blizzard, something Shadowclan were probably not going to survive unless they wanted to continue putting strain and distress on their relationship between them and their neighboring clan, but watching more fat fluffy snowflakes fall peacefully between the pinetrees made him relax and take a soft deep breath and settling himself down where he stood. Perhaps it was the stress of his thoughts that had made him weary, yet he decided in this moment of break to watch the heavy snowfall of flurries with a slight smile on his lips. Despite it all, it was still quite a beautiful sight to take it all in.

"Can't believe only a moon ago the snow and early frost were making things difficult only for it now to look... peaceful" he said slightly, mostly to himself but not enough to where others could not hear him say it. He'd hope more would join him in experiencing this moment as well, if any other clanmates were willing to stop and take a moment to soak whats going on around them...
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  • Snowlark He/Him, Lead warrior of Shadowclan, 16 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.

 
Burdocktail casts his eyes towards the heavens upon hearing Snowlark's comment. Flurries of snow fluttering, dotting the ground with pristine white. A beautiful sight, contrary to what some of his clanmates might believe. Snow is one of StarClan's gifts. A lovely spectacle to behold…

When they don't harness this gift in order to bring ShadowClan to the brink of starvation and hypothermia. Bitterness creeps up their throat. If Burdocktail had such power—and by the stars, they wish they did—they would only ever shroud the marsh in a gentle blanket of ivory. Perfect and worthy of praise.

He recalls chasing snow flurries with his siblings, laughter echoing through the marsh as they tried to catch them. That is how it should be remembered; not as a curse, but as a blessing.

"As it was intended to be," Burdocktail says, vocals even despite the warring of appreciation and acrimony within. "Beautiful, isn't it?" He lifts a paw, golden eyes following the descent of a flurry as it lands on his mottled fur. It melts quickly, leaving behind no trace of its existence. He flicks the lingering moisture away, warding off the chill with a rasp of his tongue over his paw.
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    ✶ burdocktail. warrior of shadowclan ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆。𖦹°⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
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    𖤓ㅤ 36 moons old | ages every 1st
    𖤓ㅤ original marsh group member | mentoring none
    𖤓ㅤ lh tortoiseshell smoke/tortoiseshell chimera
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a breath of cold touched her cream-colored pelt, eliciting a small gasp of panic before inquisitiveness took over. she peered over, wondering if someone was playing an elaborate prank, but there was nothing on her fur, except perhaps a small wet patch. as she sniffed into her fur, another touch of cold tapped her nose, and the kit yelped and jumped up, looking upwards seekingly. white flurries were drifting down, almost like rain but, well, not.

lostkit had never really seen snow, though she had heard from older cats that in the season of leafbare, the pelting rain was sometimes replaced by a gentler, but much more dangerous precipitation called snow. she had seen it a couple times in the moon before, but the flurries still took her by surprise until she realized what they were.

"Can't believe only a moon ago the snow and early frost were making things difficult only for it now to look... peaceful."

lostkit started, turning towards the voice -- a warrior she hadn't met quite yet, whose pelt almost matched the snow. he hadn't been talking to her, exactly, but she wasn't sure who he was talking to, and she was a bit too close to be able to politely turn away. and, well, she wanted to meet more of her new clanmates anyways!

"As it was intended to be. Beautiful, isn't it?

she perked up as a familiar voice drifted over, looking over her shoulder to see burdocktail sitting close by as well. "it's so pretty!" she agrees enthusiastically, bounding over to be a little bit closer. "does it snow a lot? is it gonna cover everything and then can we play in it?" lostkit's blue-green eyes had started lighting up at the very thought -- she'd only seen slight coverage of ground from it, but she had heard that sometimes it snowed so much that you could all but bury yourself in it, which sounded so fun.

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    LOSTKIT (she/her) is a four moon old shadowclan kit with shorthair cream tabby fur with low white and blue-green eyes. she is the gen1 daughter of two rogue npc's.

    TAGS. penned by riyue. dm me on discord (xriyue) for plots.

 
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"Whatever was left of the herbs in the marsh are sure to die now," Marblepaw sighs as she goes to join her Clanmates. She and Starlingheart had done their best to harvest what they could during the early cold snap, but after war and sickness had torn its way through their Clan, her stores had dwindled dangerously. Aside from the chickweed, at least, Marblepaw thinks; the smell of sunlit straw and moorland wildflowers creeps into her again, warming her despite the spiraling snow.

Still, despite her gloomy thoughts, it is beautiful. She can't find fault with Snowlark or Burdocktail finding something positive in the otherwise bleakness of leafbare. And it's cute, really, to watch little Lostkit enthuse over the sight.

"Is it gonna cover everything and then can we play in it?" Marblepaw blinks down at her, smiling. It does no good to be sour about it. ShadowClan will survive. StarClan has ensured that, with their omen about Ternstar. "It will. When it gets deep enough, I'll get some of the warriors to help you build a snow cat."

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Hardly has weather like this been kind to ShadowClan as of late. Screechstorm looks toward slow-falling flakes with a sense of dread at first.

He's certain more patrols will be on the horizon, ones to collect fluff for nests and plants he knows little about in terms of healing properties, and he's more than certain his name will be tacked onto one of them.

Any free-time the tom has will be disposed of until the cold weather is gone, and snow no longer soaks his paws — until they're certain the marshes are free of blizzards, until sickness can be kept at bay. Hardly will he get a moment of peace, a moment to trek the territory on his own, to near the border and stare out past it, as if he has any hope in finding a familiar form in the distance. Please be okay.

The snow that cascades from the sky now is different than the last. Hardly with any force to it. Large, fluffy tufts. As if the clouds are falling themselves. It's more... peaceful than it has been, and Screechstorm lets himself take a breath, lets himself enjoy the view.

An ear twitches at the conversation nearby, at Snowlark and Burdocktail, at Marblepaw and ShadowClan's foundling. Lostkit's excitement melts back what remains of Screechstorm's dread, and the tom finds himself pawing at what little snow has already accumulated and considering his options with a glimmer in his gaze. At last, he scoops up what he can, aiming to gently toss it towards the kitten.

" Think fast! " Screechstorm meows to the foundling in an attempt at crafting a game together for the kid while the snow's still light.
 
[#aba06a] What could only be described as nothing short of uncomfortable, the raggedy elder slowly made her way to the gathering of youngsters (at least young in comparison to her). The dropping temperatures caused her joints to lock, growing stiff and painful, making her movements rough and pitiful. Tawnysnout staggered with every attempt to get closer, her tracks erratic and messy as she would limp due to the discomfort in her hips.

Her breath formed small clouds, and her heart rate hitched as she pushed through the pain. The elder had been tucked away for too long and was desperate to socialize with anyone other than the grumpy elders that she shared a den with. Plus, the rumor was that the weather was beginning to clear.

The matted molly continued to huff and puff, her chest rising and falling in quick succession. A few pauses were made before she continued on with her travel, stumbling over someone with her arrival. "M-my bad," the old lady creaked. Her voice wavered as she focused on doing her best to steady herself, practically falling into another cat in the process. The old molly didn't even dare to look up at the snowflakes, she was far too worried she would topple over and perhaps even crush Lostkit on accident.

OOC || Feel free to be either cat she knocks into.
 
she catches the tail end of marblepaw's disappointed sigh about the herbs and her own nose scrunches up in concern, not exactly sure what the medicine cat was talking about but picking up on her mournful tone. before she can ask, however, she's distracted by marblepaw's promise, worry tossed away as only a kit could do.

"It will. When it gets deep enough, I'll get some of the warriors to help you build a snow cat."

lostkit could only gape in response before immediately launching into a series of questions, unbelieving that the snow could get so deep. "really that's amazing thank you so much, marblepaw! i can't wait! do you think it'll get that deep tonight? or tomorrow?" the kit rattled off enthusiastically, mind already drifting forwards towards the possibilities. she's cut off from further questioning, however, by screechstorm's meow.

"Think fast!"

the kit's entire body jolts up -- she might not be particularly strong, or fast, but growing up as a loner when there wasn't quite safety regardless of where you were bred reaction speeds that outpaced the clanborne kits. the flurry of snow comes fast, but not so fast. she jumps out of the way, but realizes halfway that the warrior bore no ill will, and bowls over in a whirl of powder in a laugh -- a comical sight to those around her, for sure. but in her distraction, she doesn't see tawnysnout's approach, and tumbles over once again to avoid being tangled up in the older she-cat's paws.

"hey, not fair!" she giggles, amusement clear in her voice as she sinks her own paws into a small patch of the powdery substance -- ooh, that's cold -- and shooting it back in a spray at screechstorm, clearly not familiar with the concept of packing snow quite yet. satisfied with her attempt at vengeance, she glances back towards tawnysnout. "sorry for getting in your way! are you alright?" the kit asks with concern -- the she-cat looked like one more snowflake was all it would take to knock her over.

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    LOSTKIT (she/her) is a four moon old shadowclan kit with shorthair cream tabby fur with low white and blue-green eyes. she is the gen1 daughter of two rogue npc's.

    TAGS. penned by riyue. dm me on discord (xriyue) for plots.