EVERYWHERE , EVERYTHING [ ☾ ] admiring the sunrise

[LAKEMOON]

LAKEMOON — me and the devil, walking side by side.
There was something intangible about the quiet early mornings that Lakemoon had found herself so drawn to, an almost ironic contrast to her nocturnal namesake.
Surprisingly, her favorite being that of leaf-bares frozen dawns, especially when their leafy home sported a fresh blanket of snow, how the pinks and lilacs reflected on the powders blank canvas and turned its alabaster to a pastel hue.
Lakemoon had never seen a beauty like she had in the mountains, harsh as they were, her early mornings spent mourning for her lost kin was touched by the certain enchantment of the scenery. A small comfort for the silvery warriors grief.
Yet, while there is no snow this morning, no biting gusts of wind, Lakemoon sits contently perched at the rivers bank, letting Bristlepaw practice his bank-fishing techniques from beside her.
Safety was in numbers, especially now, and Lakemoon had let whoever wanted to tag along on their early hunting expedition come with, but the tabby wouldn’t be partaking in the chatter, eyes instead fixated on the flame-kissed horizon.
Claws flex against the frosted soil and pebbles, and when her name reaches perked ears, she’d finally look back to the present. Content sapphire optics flicker to whoever had called on her.
"Hm?"

/ apprentice tag — @BRISTLEPAW
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[willowroot]

( ☾ ) "enjoying the sunrise?" willowroot repeats themself, verdant gaze fixed on the silvery molly as she gazes across the skyline. the void above is painted in a pale wash of flame and rose. as time flows, the colors begin to shine brighter, a promise of a clear, cold day. the warrior glances back down at their small pile of catches, mostly minnows and scrawny trout, although she has a feeling she'll get lucky today.

an early hunting patrol had sounded like a good idea last night, but the chill of the dawn seeps into their bones as the smoke curls their tail tighter around them. "it feels like it's only been days since last leaf-bare," they admit, whiskers twitching. "not looking forward to another." their jaw snaps shut, ears flicking as they allow silence to draw itself around the patrol once again. they don't mind the quiet mornings- quite a change from the busy nursery though it is. as daylight creeps closer to reality, the lithe warrior turns their attention back to the water.

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[DIPPERFROST]

Dipperpaw was one who enjoyed watching a good sunrise or sunset. She would turn raindrop eyes to the sky every night and watch the sun on its descent. Lately, the sun was rising later and the sun setting earlier, the adults say its a surefire sign that leaf-bare is right around the corner. "I only just barely remember my first" she comments in regards to Willowroots words. When the cold moons first came around she had been merely Dipperkit, practically unaffected by the hunger that plagued the rest of the clan and content to play in the snow with Jaykit, pouncing on him and practicing her hunting skills on "snow mice". She remembers the gaunt looks of her clanmates though, remembers feeling the air of depression hang around them as the river, which was supposed to provide for them, froze over. She had been too young to understand then but she understands now. With leaf-bare came death, hunger, tragedy.

"Does the river freeze over every year?" she asks, suddenly feeling nervous. What would they do if it did? They would be forced to hunt land prey and Dipperpaw had never done such a thing. Suddenly she was feeling very nervous about the whole things and she looks to Lakemoon and Willowroot wonderingly. Were they anxious? Was her mentor?

// mentor and fellow apprentice tag @brookpaw @lichentail

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[Stoneskip]

Quiet mornings were a blessing, one where the sky was painted in soft colors and the silence of the waking world graced your ears in a short period of peace and serenity. Stoneskip enjoyed these moments, and was always glad to see others admire it as well. His paws carried him quietly down the shoreline, meeting with the other cats and looking briefly to the sky, and then to the water.

Learning to swim at least a little bit had been his biggest goal, but with the weather changing, his priorities are changing. Food is more important and with Windclan doing....Whatever the hell its doing over there, he's more focused on being prepared to fight and hunt.

A paw dips into the shallow waters and his fur rises for a moment from the shock of how cold it was. "Ah... It will be too cold to swim soon." He says, mostly to himself.

"Every morning we are blessed with a beautiful sunrise, at least." He says, smiling at the others. He hears Dipperpaw ask if the river freezes every year. "It certainly does, to varying degrees of severity! Don't try to walk on it though unless you're sure it is thick enough."

The river must sleep, he supposes. So it may flourish anew in the warmer seasons. Understandable! He would sleep through leafbare too if he could.​

 

[Bounceheart]

bounceheart ✧ she/her ✧ riverclan warrior (=˃ᆺ˂=)

With leaf-bare impending and their leaders order to not leave camp, restlessness found her most mornings. The sun was rising earlier only to wake her at its first gradient in the sky. A satisfying morning stretch would coax her from bed, leaving her to stop before the group with sleep still clouding her mind. Feeling cozy still, she would sit down beside them to drink in the conversation. The dens could be a bit stuffy at times. Bounceheart would say nothing, resting and basking in the comfort of what was referred to as sharing tongues. Not the cleaning-eachother type, but sharing their knowledge with each other. "Not all of the water freezes, just the top, if it's cold enough." She nodded to Stoneskip. "Sometimes, its paper thin, and you can fall through." ​

 

[FERNGILL]

These fiery dawns were only second-best to starlit nights- early mornings and late nights both, Ferngill swam beneath those skies. The water glittered better than any trinket-hoard under low sunlight and speckled- and as he shook droplets from his glossy fur, he noted the low rumble of conversation from his patrol nearby. A verdant eye sought them, settling with a charming smile upon them.

He shone like fire in this light, padding toward them and grinning, bathed in the sun's glow. Perhaps it was time to do some fishing, but for now... with the rest of them, he could appreciate the sunrise. "I never get tired of the sky like this," he murmured to Lakemoon, catching the sheen of admiration in her dark gaze. It was like a beautiful wildfire. All the beauty of flame, and none of the danger. Reverie danced in his eye for a few long moments.

A puzzled expression took hold on his features when Stoneskip spoke of walking on the river. "Just don't walk on it whatsoever," he murmured, throat drying up suddenly. The memory of seeing Cicadastar fall beneath the ice, hearing the sickening crack, seeing Houndstride break the surface to bring the cold, limp body of the leader back to shore... he never wanted to see something like that again. "It's bad luck" Something to soften it a bit, maybe...​

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[LAKEMOON]

LAKEMOON — me and the devil, walking side by side.
Enjoying the sunrise? Willowroot prompts lightly, and Lakemoon can only muster a low-toned “mhm” at first, hiding the spark of embarrassment at being caught so off-guard by even the most casual of questions.
Where was her focus? Lakemoon leans forward, taking in a glimpse of her own reflection before the others next comment draws the looming warriors attention back to shore once more.
There’s a taste of nostalgia on Lakemoon’s tongue as she nods slowly in agreement- though most of her last cold season had been occupied by pining after a certain mottled she-cat… and many, many patrols to distract herself from the crush.
"Riverclan is as strong and capable as ever… besides, only kits awaiting their first snow look forward to leaf-bare." The tabby muses assuringly to Willowroot, the light flick of one of her ears reinforcing the hint of amusement in her tone.
Dipperpaw is next to speak up with a question that sparks the voices of Stonewisp, Bounceheart, and Ferngill.
While they are all quick to answer her question, Lakemoon feels a slight twitch of intrigue nudge at her brow bone as narrowed optics would flicker to Ferngill- who is adamant on a conspiracy of misfortune- which, was true enough if you didn’t know what you were doing.
"Bad luck? Where did you hear that?" The older warrior questions coolly, head tilting subtly.

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