camp GUTLESS ࿐ INTRO

[frostbreath]

⊹₊꒰ა𓆩♱𓆪໒꒱₊⊹ fair weather creatures, prey was stuffing itself fat in order to hide until the sun melted the snow. frostbreath had half a mind to follow them. to wait out the winter somewhere warm, to not freeze alongside the earth. all of her searching sent her past the sandy ravine. so far that if her weight were not crunching leaves and displacing pine needles with each step, the distant river would rob her of the quiet thrum in her ears.

likely to the disdain of her hunt, the molly ensured that did not happen. leafbare was fast approaching, two cycles of seasons ago at this time she was heavy with kits. she could pretend to be absolved of guilt, it was easy in front of clanmates who did not know any better, clanmates who thought they were dead and buried before they got the chance to catch a glimpse. but the muddled picture of kitten fuzzed faces was scorned into her mind. it was a tiresome existence to be consumed by phantoms that she could not cull.

the usually successful hunter returned to camp with empty jaws and a dazed look she couldn't quite blink away. distracted, they'd think, but it was better for them to assume her head was in the clouds than breathlessly beneath icy water. frostbreath had seen enough pitied glances for a lifetime. while she was busy making note to try somewhere else tomorrow, a faraway voice sounded. her ears twitch as she looks up from her paws and the she-cat fixes her clanmate with a sheepishly polite smile. "ah, i'm sorry. i must have fuzz in my ears." they tilt apologetically once mentioned, her words broken with a breathy laugh. "what was that?"

IM SPINNING OUT / / ₊⊹ I CANT CONTROL MY CAR‎ ‎‎࿐

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  FROSTBREATH ࿐ SHE/HER, SKYCLAN WARRIOR, 34 ☾'s
  ➺ an elegant longhaired blue silver tabby with low white and misty blue eyes.
  ➺ NPC x NPC / / currently mentoring none.
  ➺ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.
  ➺ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[VENUSKIT]

Ursabounce had told her to be kind today, to meet someone new. As hard as she was trying, Venuskit was still struggling to remember all the faces of Skyclan. Traveling back and forth every morning since she'd been deemed old enough to travel was difficult enough without having to remember all the faces she saw inside camp. Frostbreath had been the first cat she'd seen, and she'd eagerly trotted over, ready to yap about anything and everything. "Oh....! I said I'm Venuskit! What's your name?" Stay polite. Don't be rude. Respect your elders. A quiet voice of her mother sounded in her head as she tilted her head, reminding herself to be kind and polite with the warrior. "Do you like being a warrior?"
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NEVER WAS THERE EVER A GIRL SO PRETTY 𖤓 SAY ITS GONNA BE ALRIGHT

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• VENUSKIT
  ↪ venuskit / cisgender female (she/her)
  ↪ 02 moons / ages one month on the ninth
  ↪ kit of skyclan
  ↪ lh black tortoiseshell smoke
  ↪ peaceful && healing actions may be powerplayed !! / attack in underline & @/account
  ↪ tags / toyhouse / penned by halimede
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[Chickbloom]

an invisible brow furrowed as eternally-wide amber eyes tracked frostbreath's return into camp, frowning slightly at the lack of anything between the the she-cat's jaws. Frostbreath was a good hunter. if she was struggling, maybe Leafbare would be particularly bad? always assuming the worst (and anxious for his first winter as a full wildcat), the former kittypet padded forwards.

"N-No luck?" Chickbloom asked, giving a small nod to Venuskit as he contemplated whether or not to head out himself to make up for the loss. He wasn't angry or even annoyed - bad hunts happened - but the boy wondered if something else was the cause. He'd heard Frostbreath used to be a queen, but that was before his time. for a moment he wondered if she was able to return to her old duties, but the boy shook the ridiculous thought away. The she-cat had returned to being a warrior longer than Chickbloom had been alive, so she was certainly competent. Still, the worrywart couldn't help but be concerned.

"B-Being a queen must be nice, too -" he noted, adding on to Venuskit's question with unintentional insensitivity. "S-Sometimes I prefer p-playing with kits instead of p-patrolling, so..." The Scottish Fold trailed off. "W-Which do you prefer?" It was an odd thing to ask, but perhaps he wanted some insight on nursery life.​

 

[Radiopaw]

✷ /　Radiopaw was definitely not eavesdropping. Not even a little. He was just... around. Sure, that's what he'd say. The daylight apprentice gave a crooked smirk at Venuskit's question. How naive, he thought. He came up behind Frostbreath and gave a light nudge. "Yeah, how do ya like it?" he chimed in. Maybe it was silly, but he liked to get overly into some of the things the younger kids did. They usually thought it was fun, anyway.

Chickbloom, while well meaning, came off a bit... who knows. Either way, Radiopaw merely gave him a sideways glance. He decided to keep his mouth shut from then on, at least until Frostbreath gave any of them an answer.

RADIOPAW‎ㅤ amab / he/him / SH black cat with white toes, left ear and tail tip with amber eyes / 9 moons( ✦ )

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[frostbreath]

⊹₊꒰ა𓆩♱𓆪໒꒱₊⊹ she watches the kitten's sweet smile, the young voice chirping brightly in her ears. instinctively, she glanced around for a queen to come collect their wayward child. but venuskit had questions, something about her exuberance told frostbreath she wouldn't be drawn away so easily. with an easy shake of her head to chickbloom's question, she turns back to venuskit.

"frostbreath. it's nice to meet you, venuskit." the warrior keeps an acceptable distance despite her polite response. it is chickbloom's response that threatens to crack the peaceful countenance she had created, blue eyes widening just slightly at his comment. her ears twitch, and she lets out an uneven laugh. turning to glance at radiopaw after she feels a nudge, tail twitching out of surprise from the contact. "i like being a warrior," she finally answers, a firmer edge to her tone. she liked helping and hunting, those were both very warrior things. still, her short stint as a queen was the time she enjoyed most. frostbreath tried not to linger on it. "and how about you all?" she extends them the floor to draw attention from her burning pelt, to set three pairs of eyes onto someone else.

IM SPINNING OUT / / ₊⊹ I CANT CONTROL MY CAR‎ ‎‎࿐

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  FROSTBREATH ࿐ SHE/HER, SKYCLAN WARRIOR, 34 ☾'s
  ➺ an elegant longhaired blue silver tabby with low white and misty blue eyes.
  ➺ NPC x NPC / / currently mentoring none.
  ➺ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.
  ➺ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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