camp free falling ;; cuddle pile

[Fireflyglow]

It is almost insane how cold it gets in the middle of the day, when the sun is hidden by the trees and shades are cast upon the camp. Fireflypaw is tucked into himself tightly underneath a towering tree, the smell of mint thin in the air as he rests. He is shivering, he notices, but fluffs himself up further in order to get warmer. He's got a very thick coat, and a good amount of weight on him despite the lack of food- he'd lost some pounds, narrowing out his form slightly, but he still retains some of the chunk that allowed him to stay a bit warmer.

A soft crunch beside him notifies him that someone is nearby, and Fireflypaw perks his ears up to acknowledge whoever it is. "You know, it's rude to just stand there when you know I can't see you. Why don't you come join me? It's friggin' cold."​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE ✦ 19 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[GREENEYES]

When it gets as cold as this, Greeneyes thinks leaf-bare might never end. He returns to camp as the sun lowers, his breath billowing in chilling temperatures.

It's a spot of remaining sun that verdant eyes try to seek out but fail to find in the silhouettes, though he does find Fireflypaw huddled in shadows beneath sprawling branches. The pointed tom carries fur a little thicker than his own, he knows, but Greeneyes isn't sure he could handle lounging in the shade at this point in the day, even with thick fur himself. The ginger tom finds himself wandering over to his friend anyway, bewilderment in his gaze as he approaches.

And he must stare for too long — must find himself trying to find the correct words to say to a friend he seems to see less and less these days — for the medicine cat speaks. Greeneyes blinks, ears twitching at his words.

" I wasn't staring, " he insists to his friend, a small laugh following, " Just wondering why you're out in the cold. Isn't there somewhere warmer? " Perhaps not, if an invitation to sit is put in front of him. The ginger tom plops down beside his friend, hunkering beside the larger cat. Part of him expects warmth to radiate from his friend, but Greeneyes is still cold.

" Stars above! Why does it have to be so cold? " Suddenly he misses complaining about greenleaf's heat with Twitchbolt and Howlfire. At least he could feel his paws then!​

✦ ABOUT

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  GREENKIT ‣ GREENPAW ‣ GREENEYES
  ── Lead Warrior of SkyClan
  
  ── Daisyflight x Raven Ramble
  ── AMAB; He/Him
  ── A red tabby and white tom with bright green eyes.
  ── Mentored by Sheepcurl; Currently mentoring Falconpaw
  ── "Speech"; Attack​

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[Chickbloom]

On days like this, Eggshell couldn't help but wonder if the world was coming to an end. Every time the sun hid behind the treetops and the camp was shrouded in darkness, an ever-anxious mind worried that it would never come back out. He'd have to resist the urge to run crying back to his twolegs and the small stars that crowded their nest.

The feeling was always fleeting, only lasting until a ray of sunlight poked through a gap in the trees to remind the boy that the sky wasn't falling, but it was still horrible. However today, as the ball of fire hid itself from view and a brain predisposed to assume the worst went to work, something was there to distract him.

Slowly, yolk-stained paws shuffled forwards as the boy shivered, looking at the pile of fur much the same way someone dying of thirst would see a river. "Um-" he started, immediately regretting interrupting the duo. "I c-could help k-keep you guys warm, if that's - if that's okay." Eggshell was shivering now, be it from cold, fear, or both. As the little chicken huddled against the others to keep warm, he tried to relax as perpetually-panicked breaths sent billows of mist into the air.​

 

[softheart]

Cold seems to pierce everything, the shocking to the touch ground, to the cold that whistles gently. While Softheart's body greets the environment with tremors, his heart jackhammers at the suggestion offered by Eggshell. The very prospect of his fur brushing the wrong way, after he's carefully preserved it's prestige state, painstakingly pressed his tongue across his fluff, a ritual he's maintained often has him cringing away.

"It's so cold." Readily available to state the obvious, he reiterates the the shared sentiment from Fireflypaw and Greeneyes. When he has resided with housefolk, the warm glow of inside was often the subject of his purring. Those days have rapidly becoming a foggy memory, but it's one that nonetheless is never more vivid than on days like this. "That's kind." He offers Eggshell, unable to disguise his disgust at the idea of disheveling his well kept appearance. He slumps a few paces away, selfishly keeping his fluffy coat to himself. "Maybe... I'll just sit here..."​

 

[ODDGLEAM]

As the days pass by, the colder it gets for the medium-furred calico. Oddpaw meets the freezing touch of the ground with his paws gently, as he walks around the camp clearing. He twitches an ear, pausing his steps turning his head to look at the ginger andn white pelt of one Greeneyes talking to another cat. He watches as he other tom hunkered down next to the cat he was talking too, Fireflypaw.

He twitches his tail slightly, turning his body to pad forward towards the Skyclanners huddled. The calico may keep to himself some of the time, but he enjoys a good cuddle with someone mostly for warmth. He spots the medicine cat apprentice hunkered beneath shaded branches, Greeneyes too plopped beside the larger tom. He lets out a hum, as he made his way towards the Skyclanners with a sweep of his mismatched splashed tail. Oddpaw settles in front of the duo, curling his tail over his pale paws copper eyes blinking slowly. " Mind if I join? if that's okay with you two." he asks with a tilt of his head wondering if they'll accept his proposal of joining the duo in their cuddling. Though it's alright with him, if they refuse his offer he'd probably just go back to the apprentice's den and curl up in his nest for warmth.

OOC ☕ well hello there stranger .

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• no ref yet </3
• ( really? that's it? not cool ) ODDPAW : apprentice of skyclan
  — cismale ; HE / THEY ; currently 9 moons
  ♡ bi-pan / single / not actively looking / open to flirting & puppy-crushes
  — a medium-furred sliver and cream calico tom with copper eyes
  ♡ action , thoughts , "Speech, ac7d88"
  — smells of caramel frappe & chilled stone
  
  - tags / @ on discord for plots
  - penned by calzone
  
  
• nothing here begone!

 

[QUILLSTRIKE]

DARK BLUE, DARK BLUE, HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ALONE IN A CROWDED ROOM?​

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Quill wasn't really one for the unnoficially named 'cuddle piles' that would pop up during the colder wheather. While he was occsionally broken down by a young kit and forced to ct as a temporary heater, for the most part most cats chose to give him his space physically. And it was probabaly better that way- not because he wouldn't enjoy it, but because it was still something so new to him that he very likely would have looked like he hated it anyways.

Except for Twitchbolt, which was good considering the other tom was his mate and being weirded out by physical contact would have been, well, weird. Thnkfully, it was quite the opposite, the dark furred chimera always happy to make any excuse to touch the other.

Like keeping warm.

"Oh no, I'm also freezing." he announced in his flattest, most unconvincing voice ever "Guess we've got no choice but to huddle for warmth." he added, the corner of his lips quirking up into a faint smirk before purposefully dragging Twitchbolt down into the snow and cuddling up to them.


OOC- @TWITCHBOLT enjoy your idiot husband lol
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skyclan - male - 24 months (Feb 17th) - bisexual - homoromantic - a very tall, dark chimera tomcat with mismatched eyes and several scars. has bluejay feathers woven like spikes along his spine and neck.

 

[Honeysplash]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- The cold was so strong lately, like the claws made of ice that belonged to winter kept firm grasp. The wind bit at their nose and made their eye sting slightly but they couldnt rightly keep warm in their own nest. This lead to restless shifting before giving up and getting to their paws, padding a few paces outside and spotting Firefly with a few others in a pile.

Those deeper green hues widened and they couldnt help but give a small giddy smile, cuddle pile! Cuddle piles were the best! Greeneyes was there too! As well as Eggskip, Softheart and Oddpaw. Staunchly, though, a dark pelt caught her eye but she adverted them quickly. Just pretend it was fine, and besides, a cuddle pile was definitely needed!

Honeysplash moved over towards them as quickly as he leg would let her, "Cuddle pile!," They crowed happily and made sure to shove their butt right beside Greeneyes. Hunkering down beside the ginger and white cat and happily let out a little purr sound. Perfect!

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── HERE COMES A THOUGHT ⋅❁⋅ THAT MAY ALARM YOU ──┐‎

• SPEECH

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  HONEYSPLASH ✩ she/they, Warrior of Skyclan, 24 moons.
  ⭃A lithe, cream tabby cat with high white and green eyes.
  ⭃Younger siister to Orangestar, Applefrost and Apritcotflower and littermates with Blueberrybounce and Cloudberrythorn // Former mate to; Quillstrike
  ⭃peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by you ↛ wolf_1997 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[TWITCHBOLT]

A huddle had amassed- any idiot could see it, and Twitchbolt cursed his strangeness that he would never be comfortable enough with a Clanmate to huddle up to them quite so much. Complaints of coldness thrummed in the air- and then, the rejoicing tone of Honeysplash, fervently announcing exactly what was happening. It was an amusing sight, one that eked a smile onto Twitchbolt's maw- a smile that quickly grew a bit brighter at the sight of his mate.

Quillstrike was not an actor, decidedly- but his words and actions reached through Twitchbolt's shivering chest in a way no one else could. It was a profoundly unconvincing show, but Twitchbolt fell for it anyway, a laugh bursting out of his maw as he settled his head under Quillstrike's chin. "You're so sappy, you know that?" Twitchbolt jokingly observed, his voice filled with humour, as he twined his scraggly tail with Quillstrike's. Oh, this was- not becoming of him, really- a public display of affection, the sort of thing that would usually make him explode with mortification. For now, though... he was warm, and he was grateful for it.​

penned by pin ✧​

 

[COFFEEPAW]

❝ SO GIVE ME COFFEE AND TV ————————————

It seemed the air stuck to its frigid nature, and with such a soft downy coat, little Coffeekit was often a victim of its brutal gusts. Huddling near the nursery, he watched as his denmates rolled around, warming up their muscles and keeping their paws active with play. Usually, he was all over it like flies on stink, but the chocolate tom was far too tired, having stayed up hunting bugs in his two-legs' nest most of the night. Sleepy greens stared aimlessly around the camp and brightened at the jovial call from Honeysplash. Excitement raced up his back as he saw the warriors pile in like squirrels in a tree hollow. Now that looks like my kind of jam! Peeking over his shoulder, he noticed the Queen on duty was preoccupied, and surely staying within the confines of camp meant it couldn't hurt to join in. Cheekily, he pranced off to where his older clanmates had bundled together beneath a tree.

Once his small frame was surely in view, the tabby bunched up and sprang forward, loudly parroting the earlier shout of - "CUDDLE PILE!" Haphazardly, he attempted to clamber on top of Honeysplash and awkwardly wedge himself on the backs of both them and Greeneyes, eagerly nuzzling into the mounds of fluff below and purring with a vengeance. "Ahh, just like my two-legs' bed!" This was exactly what the sleepy kit needed. His tiny body practically shook from the sheer force of his contentment alone. As he nestled among his clanmates, Coffeekit felt a sense of warmth and belonging that chased away the chill of the day.

[penned by tasmagoric]

———————————— TIL THE WORDS START SLURRIN ❞ ​

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