camp HOARFROST ⁺˖⋆ trapped

[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ when nightbird stirred, the warrior's den was still dark. the howling of a winter storm had kept her up most of the night, had she really tossed herself into waking before the sun had risen? no light poured in from the tunneled entrance, but she could hear the distant song of birds outside. confused little things.

she was already up and with no desire to try sleeping anymore, the warrior decided to head into camp. perhaps she could convince anyone else who may be lingering out there to go for a quick hunt. untangling herself from tabby limbs, the molly slid out of her shared nest and stepped lightly around sleeping bodies as she neared the entrance. silver gaze half-lidded and hazy, it was widened with confusion when the tunnel did not give way to camp.

colliding head-on with a blockade of snow, her paws took hasty steps back as it came crumbling down the incline from the force. not conscious of where her paws landed, if she had stepped on a tail nightbird didn't realize. they were stuck, snow swept up in strong winds that found a home at the narrow entrance to the warrior's den. stars knew how thick the wall was, if the whole camp was in the same shape as it was last leaf-bare.

"you're kidding," she groaned, white paw lifting to prod at the frost. she wasn't too keen on digging her way out like a damn windclanner, not now at least. instead she resigned back to her nest. someone else could start the morning with frozen paws.

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

• ooc ↛ the wind has blown snow to cover the den entrance overnight, limited to anyone who sleeps in the warrior's den!
  

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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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[FALCONHEART]

𓍊𓋼 Falconheart sleeps well even on the loudest nights, having wearing himself to exhaustion with each day. This morning is no different—but he is dragged, nearly shouting in surprise, from the comfort of sleep when a paw steps directly on his tail. He rises quickly to his own paws, tail puffed out in surprise. His fear subsides just as quickly as he stands, though, and he catches Nightbird slipping back into her nest. She must’ve been the one to wake him; he sighs with relief, but it is short-lived. His dual-colored gaze lands on the den’s entrance, blockaded with snow that must have been blown in overnight.

Why hadn’t she tried to break through it? Does she think it’s impossible to get out? "Nightbird," he murmurs, scraping a paw against the ice-cold surface. "What are we going to do?" They could dig through it if they work together, couldn’t they? His paws have already begun to feel a bit numb, and he turns to look at the lead warrior with widened eyes.​

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[Flamestar]

Flamewhisker's sleep was often light and disturbed, but last night she had slept heavily despite the howling winds from outside. Faint voices started to grow louder, and she was slowly pulled from her slumber. She shifted her tail away from her nose, slowly blinking her eyes open. The den was still dark, so she still had plenty of time to sleep before going out on patrol. Now that she was a little more awake, she could hear Nightbird and Falconheart more clearly. What are we going to do? her son asks. What's going on?

Not wanting to start her day so early before dawn, she reluctantly raises from her nest just as Nightbird is returning to her own. "What's going on" she asks softly to the ebony she-cat. She turns to her son, and notices him pawing where the exit should be. His paw scrapes against a barrier, and she tilts her head slightly. She tip toes around sleeping bodies to reach him, and places her own snow hued paw to the wall. "So that's why it's so dark in here." she grumbled, her tail flicking in annoyance. "This isn't how I planned on starting the morning."

Had anyone else in the camp noticed the absent of the warriors? It must be near dawn by now...they would be due for patrols soon. "Maybe we can dig out. With how cold it is, I doubt it will be melting soon." She pressed a paw against the snowy wall, scooping with her claws. It didn't sting until she was a few good paw swipes in.​

★ don't need to save me

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  FLAMEWHISKER of THUNDERCLAN
  LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  — Lead Warrior of Thunderclan ; currently mentoring Acornpaw
  — she/her ; mated with Flycatcher
  — mother to Stormfeather & Falconheart
  — 28 moons ; ages on the 20th
  — Smells like dirt, old leaves, tree sap, faint hint of flowers
  — will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  — "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
  — penned by Icey ! ; link to tags
  — link to toyhouse​

 

[leafhusk]

for once, leafhusk slept through the night. leafbare usually meant she tossed and turned, and occasionally forced herself between denmates for more warmth. she’d wake up early to do her duties, then crawl back to bed for extra slumber before the real jobs began. this time, she was lucky, but it appeared to have a price.

leafhusk curled into a tighter ball. her body forced itself awake with a shiver, opening her eyes to see mist seep from her lips. her clanmate’s voices slowly formed coherent sentences, ’dig out and ’cold’ making the most sense. the predicament became easy to guess thanks to flamewhisker. despite the growing risks of the situation, leafhusk took her time waking up.

she had half a mind to yell out for someone outside to help, but her self restraint kicked in at the just the right moment to tell her bad idea.

“we can take turns so we don’t get frostbite.” she suggested, with a small shrug.

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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[SHININGSUN]

☼ "Taking turns is a sound idea." Shiningsun agreed with a nod of his head as he looked towards Leafhusk to acknowledge the suggestion before he returned his focus to the snow wall that held them all prisoner that morning. "If anyone needs to warm up their paws feel free to push them into my belly. I'll warm ya back up in no time!" He invited warmly as he drew closer to the blockage where the others were already working. If they could get some of it thinned out he reckoned he could possibly barrel through it with a well aimed barge with his shoulder.
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[WHITELION]

make peace with your broken pieces .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Roused from his light doze to the idle chatter of clanmates, Whitelion peeled open a golden hue, noting the heavy darkness that encompassed them, tightly woven and without the sun’s light, it hadn’t been difficult to figure out just what that idle chatter was about. Of course, he was content to spend the entire day wrapped around Spiderlily’s tired form, just as he was now, bulkier build laid carefully across his mate’s flank, curled around him like a weighted blanket—comforting, safe.

He sighed, dreadful to leave the comforts of his nest, Whitelion rose with a stretch, helm turning to stare at the unfortunate situation, locking them away like prisoners. His whiskers twitched, reaching down to brush his nose against Spiderlily’s cheek, stirring the ghostly tom into wakefulness with an annoyed hiss, bitter sounding. He snorted, grinning cheekily at the grumpy stare, ignoring it in favor of observing the others, golden hue lingering on the wall of snow blocking their exit. “Moving those closest to the entrance will provide us more space to move the snow, which we will then carry out once we are free of this imprisonment.” He rumbled, padding forward on steady paws, observing the powered white with a quiver of his whiskers.

He reached a paw pad forward, clawing at the bottom, bringing a clump of snow toward his warm-ridden frame, adding another to the pile to shove off to the side. “It will be easier to start from the bottom, the snow will fall as its foundation caves.” He added with a low-hanging rumble, golden hue peering at the others trapped, tone characteristically calm. ​

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thought speech​