camp full control ;; o, intro

[leafhusk]

the middle of leafbare is a sign of stagnation. there's always a few days in the middle where you feel like it's never going to end, that days are forever stuck in a purgatory. during leafhusk's patrols, she misses hearing the birds sing, and watching the mice scurry across the ground. she used to observe the snow from a window, lazily sprawled out next to a windowsill, soft music and chatter keeping her company. the blanket of snow doesn't feel so comforting through the eyes of a thunderclanner. it's a dangerous season—they all are—but these frigid moons can make any formerly sheltered kittypet miss the easy days. leafbare is a beautiful season if you look past the dangerous consequences that come with it.

a lot had to be given up when she left. soft beds had been replaced by moss, wet food had to become animal guts, and so on. a sob story written by a cat that chose this lifestyle, who turned because she simply couldn't cope alone. it was humbling to shed the skin of her old life, however, such is the way of survival. when no one wanted her after her owners passed on, she needed to find someone that was willing. somehow, perhaps fate, she did, and leafhusk didn't hate it.

out of everything she gave up, grooming was the one thing she refused. leafhusk finishes smoothing the fur on her leg, eyes flickering across the camp. she turns to the first cat that'll listen, "the snow's pretty and all, but," she starts, her face scrunching up, "when it turns into mud come newleaf, that's when i remember it's actually ugly."

ooc ☁️ info battle

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  base: StarlingaleBases​
  thoughts.
  "speech."
  
• LEAFHUSK 」warrior of thunderclan・36 ☾・she/her
  
  lh molly fawn point sepia w/ green eyes. lanky & agile frame. soft & neatly groomed fur.​
  ‣ backwritten ex-kittypet, joined during emberstar's reign. click for detailed info
  ‣ loyal to thunderclan・mentor to no one
  ‣ please attack in underline and tag
  ‣ permission to powerplay:
  
  - peaceful actions: healing, touching etc​
  - harmful actions: shoving, minor scrapes etc​
  
  all opinions ic
  ——— written by maxine ♡
  
• ‣ please attack in underline and tag
  ‣ easy difficulty・leafhusk skills are mainly in stealth & tracking she backs away if she knows an opponent will overpower her
  ‣ will start verbal fights・won't end fights・refuses to kill

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[GINGERFLAME]

gingerpaw would never know the life of a kittypet nor experience it. he and his older brother wildheart had been born and raised in thunderclan. the clan is all he's ever known. that's not to say he hates kittypets, but he wouldn't say the life of the kittypet interests him. gingerpaw would listen of stories of twolegs and their strange ways, but he wouldn't get it. why would he or any cat have a twoleg they loved just as much as their own. he has heard most about their food from others and how disgusting it is. that if anything holds his interest. how bad can it be? the red tom had been laying next to Leafhusk, resting before he is called by Shinningsun for more training. rest is not something that comes easy for him.

He listens to Leafhusk's words and agrees until she brings up the fact that it is ugly in new-leaf. "that's true leafhusk, but it's still leaf-bare. and snow is snow, mud is mud. they're different things, so even though snow turns into mud i still think it's pretty." he's horribly explaining himself here. what he means is that snow shouldn't be considered ugly because of what it'll eventually turn into. that would be unfair. everything was beautiful, what made it ugly was only a matter of opinion. he would turn to look at the warrior and continue, "what do you find pretty?"

 

[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ nightbird is idly listening to leafhusk and gingerpaw's musings. of the snow, mud. not of how it plagues them with sickness and hunger, of how warriors return from patrol with frozen whiskers and paws. but rather its appearance, how pretty it was to view. the lead warrior hadn't noticed. it was difficult to attribute beauty to anything that brought them this much grief.

"does it matter?" she asks bluntly, tail crossing over her paws. it still drained them, marked a treacherous season, pretty or not. there were much better things to do than debate the beauty of delicately frozen water, like pray to starclan it would soon depart.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎┌── OH, I'LL CUT YOU DOWN ⋅⋆⋅ FOR I KNOW YOU ARE WEAK ──┐‎

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 29 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a single white paw and pale silver eyes.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / mentor to palepaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[SPIDERLILY]

to be reborn , you have to die first .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

“Odd, isn’t it? How beauty can be just as ugly.” Came Spiderlily’s response, tone indifferent, pinkish hues glancing up from where he sat a few tail-lengths away. Of course, is life any prettier? He wanted to comment, gaze narrowing in disdain. A never-ending cycle of broken corpses buried beneath their paws, something unsightly, but Spiderlily found the beauty of carefully woven bones, ivory-hued and pinkish to the eye. Things are particularly short. Shouldn’t you enjoy it while it lasts?

He remained silent, plumed tail sweeping in a half arc to curl languidly against his frame, dark lips curling in muffled amusement at Nightbird’s response. “Why does anything matter, mhm?” He replied, blunt-sounding and indifferent, brows curved upward in silent question. ​

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thought speech​

 

[leafhusk]

kittypet food wasn’t that disgusting, sometimes, leafhusk missed the little bowls she ate her meals in. the cutesy designs, how some days she’d get a special bowl for reasons she didn’t understand. it was simple, personalized, a trait she finds lacking within the borders of thunderclan. everyone’s so focused on the horrors, survival, everything similar. she tilts her head in thought, mulling over gingerpaw’s question. talking to kits is tricky, because leafhusk doesn’t want to be responsible for saying something wrong. well, guess it’d shiningsun’s problem anyways.

“my previous owners had this gorgeous bed for us to all sit on together. when it’d get cold they’d put this soft thing around me and we’d watch the moving pictures together.” she responded, flicking her tail as she recalled the memory. after a beat of silence, she adds, “streams are nice, too, the ones with small rocks and minnows floating about. the sound relaxes me.” might as well bring up something more relatable for the kid.

nightbird’s retort pulls her out of the imagination, but spiderlilly’s playful banter gets a soft chuckle out of her. with her shoulders shaking gently, leafhusk brushes off the retort smoothly.

ooc ☁️ info battle

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  base: StarlingaleBases​
  thoughts.
  "speech."
  
• LEAFHUSK 」warrior of thunderclan・36 ☾・she/her
  
  lh molly fawn point sepia w/ green eyes. lanky & agile frame. soft & neatly groomed fur.​
  ‣ backwritten ex-kittypet, joined during emberstar's reign. click for detailed info
  ‣ loyal to thunderclan・mentor to no one
  ‣ please attack in underline and tag
  ‣ permission to powerplay:
  
  - peaceful actions: healing, touching etc​
  - harmful actions: shoving, minor scrapes etc​
  
  all opinions ic
  ——— written by maxine ♡
  
• ‣ please attack in underline and tag
  ‣ easy difficulty・leafhusk skills are mainly in stealth & tracking she backs away if she knows an opponent will overpower her
  ‣ will start verbal fights・won't end fights・refuses to kill
  
  

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[braveheart : ̗̀➛]

☀ . ° ✦ Born in the midst of leaf-fall, Bravepaw would be experiencing newleaf and greenleaf for the first time soon. The way his Clanmates described the seasons made him excited, even if the snow and crispy leaves were all he had ever known. Colors he could not yet imagine, scents that would greet him like a friendly stranger. He's told the prey is plentiful in these times but as such a young apprentice, Bravepaw is still unfamiliar with the descriptions of hunger they share.

"Here you go Miss Leafhusk, I found this for you." The rosette smiled up at the fawn molly as he offered her a string of sword fern, a seemingly random gift but he had tested the leaves himself! They were soft and plush like moss, even if they could be a bit messy to assemble. "I found it this morning. Do you like it?"

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ooc Information

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  BRAVEPAW — HE/HIM ･ 4 MOONS ･ THUNDERCLAN & APPRENTICE ･ PENNED BY beatae!

  A Longhaired chocolate tabby/blue tabby chimera with deep blue eyes. Very thick coat that has started to develop curls. Paws that seem too big for his little body. Gradually growing into his ears.

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