no angst FULL MOON RISING | storytelling, (sorta) short posts!

[SEDGEPOUNCE]

"So the Twolegs put up all those lights themselves?" Sedgepounce guffaws back at Celandinepaw and the other former barncats huddled close nearby. His voice rings through a bright and decorated camp, unabashed by the freeze or its hardship. The evening warmth has thawed more than just the moor—all around him, lounging clanmates have shed their harsh, creased expressions and frost-clipped coats. Their smiling faces burnish a certain hope within him. "We saw lots of shining houses on part of the Journey. Do you think they all put up lights?" he wonders, eyes swiveling around the crowd for input.

// this is intended to be a phase 3 thread, so this is edited to fit the word count! :3c
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[BUCKFIRE]

It's strange, spending a leafbare outdoors as opposed to sheltering beneath the warmth of a manufactured structure. Buckfire would have much preferred to kick back on a toasty bed of hay right about now, but being surrounded by his clanmates was better than nothing. In fact, this evening feels particularly warm. Maybe it was because everyone was together instead of keeping themselves occupied with patrols and chores.

The chocolate tabby is glad to relax and tell stories for a while, especially when the twolegs are involved. It was amusing to talk about them and their strange behaviors. "For one reason or another, they do." Buckfire shrugs, his shoulders slightly sculpted with muscle. He flicks his tail, brushing a fleck of frost off of his flank before meowing, "I always reckoned it was to help 'em see when the snowstorms hit. The days can get pretty dark when the sun's blocked out." And twolegs were too dumb to see or smell as good as cats, so they had a harder time tracking. How they captured the sun's light and put them into small orbs, though, was beyond Buckfire.

𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍 ✹ . + ˚ · 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃

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  — buckfire / 34 moons / he/him pronouns
  — windclan moor runner / former loner
  — sh chocolate tabby w/ orange eyes, bite marks on left foreleg, nick in left ear & scratch on right side of lip
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[BERGAMOTPAW.]

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He'd only really heard tale of the journey. He stopped walking around in order to hear Sedgepounce's words. Shining lights? Didn't twolegs know that would bring predators straight to them? Maybe it was a morale thing? Bergamotpaw didn't necessarily know. It could be similar to the decorations put in their own camp, perhaps. Maybe the freezing cold got to them, too, so they needed something else. His tail flicked as he watched the other cats gathered.

Thankfully, tonight is not as bitterly cold. Perhaps it is because there are more cats, leading to more body heat shared between all of them. Or perhaps it was simply the distraction of the stories. He hummed briefly to keep himself from interrupting Buckfire. "I was afraid it'd draw predators to the twolegs, though I can see its uses." The apprentice stated, sitting down as he tilted his head. This was a fascinating topic, after all.
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[SOOTSPOT]

They spoke about abominations too openly. Sootspot smiled, obligated to tolerate it, though his attention only partially lingered on a conversation surrounding Twolegs. Limbs curled into themselves as the talks continued until Sedgepounce said something that caused him to stare at the other through the corner of his eye. "Shining lights are hardly so impressive, dear friend." An ear twitched, his holds wording no more bite than a toothless rat's. "Every night we see them, it appears that Twolegs only wish to mimic what they may never grasp." He turned his head to face the moor-runner head-on. "I am sure you can share stories that would make me jealous." The corner of his muzzle tipped upwards in challenge.


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[CELANDINEPAW]

"Of course they do!" Celandinepaw purred as she huddled with the other barncats, wheat-tinged pelt like a moorland alight in celebration, basking within the warm rays of the sun. Evening cast itself heavily upon the world, though it was a light veil that rested upon weary shoulders and abraded faces. There would be no sorrows to befall them, no frost to gnaw at their sides. We made it this far, at least. That was surely the worst of it! "Mmm, not sure it's that deep, Sootspot. I think the workfolk just like pretty lights. I think Bergamotpaw's on the right path, though I doubt a coyote or badger would want to be exposed in the light. So, they stray away from the wolves. If that's the case, then why don't they just put up lights all the time? Hmmm. Workfolk are confusing." The medicine cat apprentice babbled half to herself, words like a twinkle of hope amongst the great sea of stars, a blink of vaster machinations that even she could not understand. In times like these, there were ample moments to ponder the state of one's existence, or those that existed around her. She realized, then, that even she had little clue of the customs and cultures of the creatures that had raised her with bared hands. "But, you should tell me more about the Journey, Sedgepounce. I've never seen shining Twoleg nests before. Were they all lit up like the Horseplace?" She inquired with a curious lilt of her tone.

𝘚𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘈 𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘊𝘈, 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘝𝘌 𝘉𝘌𝘌𝘕 𝘛𝘖𝘖 𝘎𝘖𝘖𝘋 𝘛𝘖 𝘔𝘌 ₊˚❀ ༉ ‧₊ ˚. ☘︎ 𝘐 𝘞𝘖𝘕𝘛 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘔𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘔𝘈 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘜𝘋

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  ❁ — MEDICINAL EXPERTISE: Celandinepaw is the current medicine cat apprentice of Windclan. Although she is quite new to her position, she also has much expertise with treatment regarding infectious diseases and basic remedies. As for anything more complex... you're better off asking a more experienced medicine cat. WOUNDS — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES — ★☆☆☆☆ INFECTIONS — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES — ★☆☆☆☆ CONTAGIOUS ILLNESSES — ★★★★☆ CHRONIC ILLNESSES — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS — ★☆☆☆☆ KITTING — ★☆☆☆☆ TRAVELING — ★★★☆☆​

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  CELANDINEPAW & TRANS WOMAN & 15 MOONS
  —— Medicine Cat Apprentice of Windclan / Mentored by Wolfsong & Cottonsprig
  —— A shorthaired, wheat-yellow spotted tabby with yellowish-green eyes. Somewhat pudgy, though lean and able to hold her ground in the wild.
  —— Extroverted and unafraid to speak her mind, she is a friendly and affable face in Windclan. Though ditzy and somewhat cowardly, she tries her best to help her clan. She is prone to outbursts when spurned or stressed.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[PINKSHINE]

The journey. Pinkshine had been a kitten when it had happened... At the time, she hadn't really understood it or it's purpose... Now that she was older, she'd turn towards its mention with wide, awestruck eyes. Mismatched ears swivel towards Sedgepounce, then flit intently from Clanmate to Clanmate as theories are thrown around... " I've never really thought about why they do it... I'm just glad they do. I like 'em, Maybe they just like 'em too? " she suggests, nodding toward Celadinepaw. " Do twolegs really worry about predators? They're not scared of dogs or nothin! " They like them, even. Pinkshine likes a lot of things, so the fact that she doesn't really like dogs is pretty notable, in her opinion... That was one thing she'd definitely never understand about twolegs. Not like she would otherwise, but...

Her eyes squeeze shut for a moment, recalling the worst of her run-ins with dogs... Talking about the journey seemed a lot more fun. Pinkshine shuffles on her haunches. A sunny gaze, only a little dampened, turns to Sedgepounce. " Were there really even twolegs all the way out there? "​