camp frosted breaths ღ cold weather

[whitedawn]

Leafbare had arrived at a steady pace once the majority of the trees had gone bare. It was getting colder, and prey would be harder to find. It also meant that nests had to be built up for warmth. Whitepaw let out a soft sigh, the coldness in the air so significant that the exhale of air was visible and clouded. Blinking in surprise, the albino girl turned her gaze up to the pale-hued sky, the sun blocked from view due to the fluffy white clouds. "It's getting colder..." She observed quietly, flicking an ear amongst the bustling of camp-life. "I wonder if the snow will be falling soon." She commented lightly, plucking another feather at the bird at her paws. She wasn't hungry, but Lionthroat was letting out complaints about the colder weather, and getting feathers to line his nest wasn't an intolerable task. Truthfully, she was a bit excited about the snow, having been born near the tail-end of the previous leafbare. It would be something new, and she was truly eager to see it. ​

[I'M BREATHING]​

 

[SOOTSPOT]

Snowfall had been a distant memory, the nights since his first long and days even longer, filled with events and horrors that had made him forget quite how tough leaf-bare could be. He sat in camp with his paws tucked closer together and tail wrapped around them for warmth, lingering near a small group of cats and idly listening to their gossip. It wasn't until Whitepaw spoke up that Sootspot turned his head, condensation trickling out of his nostrils like steam as he exhaled. His gaze shot towards the apprentice, eyes narrowed in unspoken scrutiny. He knew she was close to his brother, but the intentions behind her affection were a mystery to him, one that he doubted he could solve by talking to the Tunneler. "Most likely," he replied with the twitch of a whisker, a hollow smile crawling upon his features. "Do you remember your first Leafbare? An awful affair, that... a shame what desperation does to the minds of loyal warriors." She probably thought he was about to refer to the weather, the snowstorms that had threatened to block the nursery from the rest of the clan, but he was more interested in learning what she remembered about the raids.


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[Whisperwish]

Whisperwish was born in Leafbare herself that many moons ago. Being delivered in the middle of the season meant that she was quickly aware of how brutal nature could be as soon as she was put next to her mother’s warmth for the first time. The one saving grace she could name was that predators not that much of a problem, as she could easily blend in to the environment. It made her come to like leafbare, in her own way. Though, this would only be her second one where she will be lucid enough to truly remember. “Snow is both deadly and pretty…I’m excited for it though! I finally won’t stick out as much,” Whisperwish giggles lightly. “But yes, our last Leafbare was… an interesting time indeed.” And that is all she feels comfortable saying on the matter. Sootspot isn’t exactly a warrior she can find it in herself to trust, right now especially. Still, she keeps her expression tantalizingly positive despite.​

 

[RATTLEHEART]

The season, though really only a few days old, had decided to envelop Windclan incredibly quickly. Already the air felt cold and brittle, frost dancing across the grass of the moors and the breath of kits and warriors alike coming out in puffs of fog. Rattleheart was at least grateful for the fact that snow dens were always an option, but that meant he had to deal with the bitter cold whenever he emerged from one. Just thinking about it sent a shiver down his spine, his entire monochrome form jittering before he sighed and glanced towards the freshkill pile. He'd need to head out on another hunt soon, so that he could try and grab some of the last stragglers that hadn't delved down deeper into the tunnels yet.

For now though, he allowed himself a moment of respite, and talking with his clanmates. Even Sootspot, regardless of how much he actually trusted the other tunneler. "I'm sure it won't be long. At least you and I can take advantage of it, eh?" Whitepaw even moreso than him, considering she didn't have any spots of inky black decorating her pelt like he did. She'd probably blend right in with the environment once it snowed. "Desperation is always a threat for all of us, but... at least Windclan will be strong through these moons." It was the most supportive statement he could make in Sootspot's direction, praying to Starclan that it would be true. Even with tensions rising, hopefully they would pull through leafbare without everything falling apart.
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[ PENNED BY EO ]​

 

[PEONYBREEZE]

❀༉˖° "What happened last leafbare?"

There. The question was out. Sootspot and Whisperwish seemed intent on keeping it vague and shrouded in mystery, and Peonypaw didn't care for the theatrics. His curious gaze searched the two, wondering, pondering.

Was it the SkyClan raid? Something else? Peonypaw had only ever heard it in passing a few moons after it had presumably happened, and he had enough to worry about at that time with the loss of his parents. Thanks to never taking part of it and discussion about it halting soon after, he never quite got to know the details... or the reason.

He did wish to ease any possible tension, though. Maybe it was a touchy subject but he felt he had to know - not at the expense of others' comfort, however. "We won't even be able to see you if it snows," he said to Whitepaw, taking note of her stark white pelt.

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