camp he is nostro dis pater — bedding disagreement (phase 4)

[COPIA]

The harsh breeze brushes against Copia's fur, and the former rogue is unable to hold back a shiver. He barely can see as he treks through camp; he can barely smell his nearby clanmates. This storm is outrageous! Copia thinks with a frown, his mismatched eyes feeling tired. He would've slept longer, if his nest wasn't nearly as cold as the outside! Isn't his nest supposed to insulate him? Nox almighty, he needs some extra bedding! He shouldn't feel this frigid.

He wonders how long he can last out here before he'll have to make a run for his nest, but before he can do so, his mismatched eyes fall upon pine needles. Pine needles— that aren't buried beneath the thick coat of snow. Pine needles— just sitting out in the open, asking to be buried if someone doesn't take them! Just what I was asking for, thank Nox! He grabs them with his forepaw, but his ears prick forward as a voice roars through the wind.

"Hey! Those are mine!"

Copia whips his gaze in the direction, mismatched eyes narrowing as a clanmate treks into view. "They belong to you, hm? Then why were they just sitting here, out in the open?" He challenges, not weakening his grip on the needles. "Er, I found them first."​

𝐨𝐨𝐜 ――― 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

• phase 4 thread, no need to roll <3
  first cat who responds can be the cat who Copia is in a disagreement with!
  
  prompt: Tensions over limited resources lead to arguments within the Clan. Your character gets into a disagreement with a Clanmate over fresh-kill or bedding. Do they resolve it peacefully or will tension continue to simmer?
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  artwork by raphaelion (via da) for the artwork<3
• Copia

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  warrior
  37 moons
  awkward
  clumsy
  experience: shadowing
  backstory: [HYPERLINK]
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to sixbane for the mini <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green & white
  pelt: black smoke with low white
  fur length: long
  parents: sorella and nihil (rogue npcs)
  

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[frostbreath]

⊹₊꒰ა𓆩♱𓆪໒꒱₊⊹ frostbreath's voice had raised out of panic, the soft edges of her eyes sharpened for a moment. how was she supposed to react when her bedding material was here one second and beneath another's paw the next? her heart fluttered in her chest at the cusp on confrontation, her maw parting and closing wordlessly at copia's argument.

"i..." the warrior's second attempt at argument trails off pitifully, tail twitching restlessly behind her. contrary to his words, the dark furred tom had not found them- she had after waking with what felt like iced over paws. was it worth fighting over? her brow knits momentarily in thought, tongue sweeping over her muzzle before she sighs.

"you're right. if you need them, take them." frostbreath decides, paws shifting beneath her weight. if a clanmate needed something so desperately, who was she to deny them? the molly tilts her head back down to the needles in a wordless invitation, ears flicking in a measly attempt to settle the distasteful feeling searing her chest. there would be more, somewhere out in the forest a clutch of pine needles sat idle. she could find more, so frostbreath chokes back the uneasy feeling and fixes copia with a stiffly polite grin.

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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[FIGFEATHER]

Pine needles had not been difficult to come by until the blizzard set in and buried them all. Figfeather's own nest had a few needled-twigs woven in but as it grew colder she realized she hadn't collected nearly enough. Still, the warmth of her clan-mates bodies in the night was enough to keep her adequately warm. Copia, on the other paw, must be uncomfortable in comparison.

As the scene unfolds before her between the two warrior's her tail lashes with annoyance. Had Copia not forgotten his old rogue ways since joining SkyClan? Challenging a clan-mate for a few twigs was hardly warrior-like. She's displeased that Frostbreath didn't stand up for herself. "If she won't, I will." Figfeather thinks as she shoots up onto her paws.

"This is not how a warrior behaves. You stoop so low as to thieve from your own clan-mates?" The warrior scolds, her eyes narrowing against the lashings of the wind. She has half a mind to further reprimanding Copia but relents with a sigh, "The cold makes all of us turn rogue." Since leaf-bare came to the clans early everyone has been bickering, whether it was with other clans or in this case their own clan-mates. She'd not be too harsh on him, nor with Frostbreath for failing to find the energy to defend herself.

"Give them back. I'll go out with you and try to find you some of your own." She offers despite the dread swelling in her stomach. The last thing Figfeather wanted to do was brace the blizzard but she wouldn't let anyone go cold if she could do something about it.

 

[Uranuskit]

Little ears drawn to the sound of raised voices, the kit watched Copia with wide, scrupulous eyes. Why was he being so mean? Was because he had a silly name? Maybe he didn't eat enough? That must be it!
How could she help? With a glance around, the molly found a small vole. It wasn't very… plump. Or yummy looking really. But she usually ate food she didn't have to catch.
Tail high in pride (Ursabounce would be so proud of her for solving a problem!) the kit hauled the prey over. She laid it at the apex of the warriors den (she wasn't allowed to enter if she remembered right).
"Here you are! Copia!" She chirped, smile wide and toothy.
"I'm not me when I'm hungry, either," she then whispered to Frostbreath to further help diffuse the situation. Ursa ounce would be so proud!


// mobile and ic opinions!

 

[Fawnkit~]

[ ༻ 𓆩✧𓆪 ༺ ] Fawnkit had also overheard the argument that came from the warrior's den. Over bedding, material that was what helped the clan stayed warm. A frown peered on his lips while he heard the grownups bicker, and then all of a sudden Uransuskit came out of nowhere to offer a vole to Copia, believing he to be hungry. A nice gesture surely but... Copia seemed more upset at the lack of bedding material than over the fact that he was hungry. Yet Fawnkit would keep his lips shut on the matter.

Figfeather seemed to be there and was already quick to discipline the strangely named warrior over his action, meanwhile Fawnkit puffed out his fur slightly to help against the cold. "Will leaf-bare always be like this?" he asked softly, gaze looking down at the snow covered camp, shoveling some up within his paw and began to pack it down into a pile. Fawnkit hoped he never got angry at another because of the bitter cold, or a storm as big as this one. He wondered if Copia really was hungry like Uranuskit suggested but... why couldn't they just share?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You can t be caught you ll never fall ──┐‎

• "speak""Thoughts"
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  Fawnkit 𓆩✧𓆪 He/Him, Kit of Skyclan, 5 moons.
  ⭃ Fluffy Fawn with low white with bi-colored eyes (Blue and Yellow)
  ⭃ NPC x NPC
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[WOLFGRIN]

"Nobody's going to freeze this leaf-bare." Wolfgrin's voice lashes out far more vehemently than he'd intended it to. It isn't a statement, it's a plea.

He hates seeing his Clanmates so cold and frightened, and hates even more to see Frostbreath resigning herself to the fate she was named for so easily. Desperation can turn cats selfish, but it can shatter them just as easily. His tone when he speaks again is gentler than before, but still firm; "If you're too cold, you can sleep next to me. That offer goes for both of you." His reasons aren't entirely selfless; even though he runs hot, it still isn't enough to ward off the chill that comes from sleeping closer to the fringes of the warrior's den. But more than that, waking up to find a Clanmate severely sick from the blizzard's chill and knowing he could've done something to help would crush him. He can't take any more heartache.

While Figfeather tries to coax Copia out to gather more materials, Wolfgrin turns his attention to Frostbreath, with her small, delicate frame. She must be freezing, poor thing. He silently offers his side to her with a curve of his tail to mark the space for her to sit.

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• WOLFGRIN ☾ he/him, warrior of skyclan, thirty-seven moons
  ⭃ a tall, disheveled chocolate smoke tortoiseshell with orange eyes. he displays oddly dog-like qualities, even smelling faintly like a dog after growing up with them on a farm. his smug, careless, smooth-talking outer persona masks a heart of gold. though the safety of a clan serves his interests well, he is more inclined to loyalty to individuals rather than clans. after the death of his mate, flamefeather, he's begun to privately question starclan.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by solaire ↛ @funeralscythe on discord, feel free to ping for plots.

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