each breath ࿐࿔ resource gathering

[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• Leaf-bare had found them quickly this cycle... an insatiable mutt that drooled along their doorstep, leaving frost-spittle in its wake and driving prey away. It is a selfish thing, bent on destruction and inconvenience of the lives it ruins. There are still kits in the nursery... and with them are queens who might've otherwise been useful paws. Already she grows frustrated by Otterbite's lack of foresight, agonized by the wall of motherhood which has carefully tucked away Claythorn.
  
  She is a hypocrite... but chooses to ignore it.
  
  Turning towards the few that trudge through the frostbitten lands with her, the blue molly waves a half-broken tail as a flag for attention, "We'll be quick," she assures them. She is not the only one that has taken up such a task... knows that Moonbeam scours their freezing lands for herbs, many other warriors slink along the riverbanks in hopes of seeing shadows of fish. Even Foxtail has found his stride, gathering up those that might better use their paws for gathering rather than hunting.
  
  It was a good idea... and she'd been eager to get her paws to work herself. "Any reeds that... still look sturdy... moss... even well... lichen might be... useful." Though the leader remains unsure if she herself feels useful in this moment. The memory of Petalnose's starvation-thinned body leaned against her leaves an uncomfortable sensation in her stomach. Could've used your help... Because she could trust the sharp-tongued she-cat to work until the sun set... and well after.
  
  As if on cue, sapphire eyes find themselves fixated on a particularly sturdy looking branch... it has fallen from what few trees linger here, likely weakened by the many storms but it would do a lot of good for reinforcing some of their dens. With a small smile of satisfaction, the lynx point rushes to its spot to wrap her teeth around it, hoisting it with some amount of effort before swinging it thoughtlessly around to show the group, See? Something like this!
  
  // rolled a 17 !
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  ooc notes ✦
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[splashdance]

Splashdance trots alongside her leader, trying to ensure that the chill didn't bother her too greatly. Pieces of her wanted to believe that since she was born amidst weather worse than this (in white, white snow that is so strangely... red in her memory,) that it wouldn't bother her so greatly. Instead, the opposite is summoned; as a warrior she almost understands the frustrations of her elders in her kithood. She doesn't think she could approach Claythorn with the same venom her mother faced, nor see the kittens that are only born to face the world and nothing more as hindrances on their lives - but a part of her... understands. It's a new weight in her paws, crunching frost beneath every step, until -

"Whoop -" a slick patch of ice sends her forepaw out from under her, her chin knocking roughly into the ground. Stunned as if an opponent had thrown her, Splashdance settles in her awkward positioning for a moment before slowly pushing herself to a seated position. She spits a morsel of blood atop the frostbitten ground (she had bitten her tongue in the fall, evidently,) and shakes out her limp wrist. No real injury to worry about, but Splashdance sits pitifully still.

[ rolled a 1 :') ]
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