camp huddle up || a chill in the air

[erminekit]

Erminekit isn't stupid, he knows he doesn't have kin here, it's especially obvious to him on nights like this, when he's in the nursery, alone in a nest now that he's almost apprentice aged, short fur fluffed up against the chill that seeps in from the moor beyond. The nursery is always one of the best insulated dens in camp, the need to shield the young who can't regulate their own temperature imperative, but that's not to say there's no break through of cold at all.

He shifts into a loaf, as compact as possible, and tries to burrow himself deeper and deeper into the moss below him. It's starting to go brown around the edges, but that's not an Erminekit issue, that's an apprentice's issue. Sooooo, yeah. It's freaking cold. Is this how cold it gets during this so called 'Leaf-Bare' all the big cats are talking about? If that's the case, Ermine doesn't want literally anything to do with it. It's chilly!! No thank you!!

Okay, okay, enough of this! No more sitting by himself!! Can't do this anymore! Standing is excruciating, moving is the worst and also he's cold. But he's big and he's tough, so Erminekit stands, approaching one of the queens and shuffling his paws on the ground.

"Um... hi... could I sit with you? ...'m cold..." God, why is this so embarrassing? He just wants to sit where he won't be cold!!

all you wanted // i could be

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  (img) Erminekit * he/him * 5 moons
  short furred blue sepia with low white and pale yellow eyes
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots

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[VIPERPAW]

*+:｡.｡ It was late into the night, and much like Erminekit, Viperpaw also couldn't find it in himself to sleep. Literally, he had none of the thick coat or fat buildup to keep from rattling about like the sack of bones that he was. So the boy figured he'd make himself useful and patrol around the camp boundary line. It was good practice to keep his paws silent and unnoticed, although he almost gave himself away plenty of times by yawning.
He was making another lap when his ears snapped up to shuffling in the nursery. Curious - but mostly bored out of his mind - Viperpaw would take a peek inside the den. "YOU'RE COLD!?" the boy cried, immediately excited at the prospect of a mission! Of course, in doing so he failed his previous mission of keeping quiet so with a quick slap over his mouth, the tortie amended, "you're cold? I can give you some of the moss from my nest, maybe if you cover yourself in it, you'll feel warmer!"" he whispers, before scooting out of the den to do just that.

Tripping over a tail or two in his eagerness, he whisper-yells apologies before grabbing a mouthful of moss from his nest. Selflessness was the quality of a good hero, was it not? Head held high, he charges back into the nursery to give Erminekit his gift.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 10/11/24

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  "SPEECH"
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☁ Viperpaw
  ☁ DFAB— He/Him
  ☁ 10 moons
  ☁ Son of Snakehiss and Berrysnap
  ☁ Brother to Rowanpaw, Snakepaw and Privetpaw
  ☁ Windclan — Tunneler's apprentice
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☁Physically easy | mentally medium
  ☁Attack in bold white
  ☁ None currently

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[cottonsprig]

It's Viperpaw's presence in camp that catches Cottonsprig's attention - more specifically his act in tearing apart his own nest and then trotting back to the nursery. She blinks once, twice, and then allows curiosity to bend her will. (Pieces of her know that she only finds comfort in her old habits because they guide her back and back again, to see the children she cannot love so closely. She does not mourn those parts of her for they provide her warmth in the sadness.)

"Oh, Viperpaw," she chirps as she watches the tom drop the moss to Erminekit, her smile quirking easily on her features. The mostly white tom is so different from his father, she finds. The tonal dissonance is almost a shock whenever she recalls it. Rowanpaw, too, she supposes, though his sibling still has some of that sharp cunning to them. "We have plenty of moss stored in my den, you don't have to pull from your own bedding," she continues, sitting just inside the opening of the nursery.

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

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• ❥ MEDICINAL KNOWLEDGE
  ♥♥♡ WOUNDS ; can confidently stop bleeding and mend lacerations. will often request that you keep your injury clean and wait it out first.
  ♥♥♡ INFECTION ; as a side effect of likely her own doing, very dutiful with technique and treatment shortly thereafter.
  ♥♡♡ ACHES & PAINS ; will defer to a dark tunnel and rest. if pain persists, maybe she will offer something.
  ♥♡♡ BROKEN BONES ; has never dealt with a broken bone. likely will ask that you never move. ever again.
  ♥♥♥ TRAVELING HERBS ; learned well from her previous mentor. will pile even too many remedies to tough the wilderness with.
  ♥♥♥ KITTING ; having kittens of her own and helped several others with their litters, she is very well versed with calming techniques and quelling pain.
  ♥♡♡ POISONS ; she knows what they are... but that isn't enough, isn't it?
  ♥♥♡ ILLNESS ; having worked through two yellowcough bouts, she is confident in her remedies. much else... she's operating on trial and error.
  ⸻ cottonsprig is a dutiful and excitable medicine cat. she enjoys company and loves conversation. she'd rather not have too many curious noses snooping around her den... but who is she to quell curiosity?

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  ⸻❥ cottonsprig is the primary medicine cat of windclan. a former princess to the moors, she harbors many guilts for her actions throughout her short life. she has no consistent partner, unwilling to commit and settle, and she is training celandinepaw in medicine.

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[erminekit]

Viperpaw's shout has him startling, and Erminekit practically jumps all the way to StarClan. "Don't sneak up on me like that!" There's a petulant swish of his tail to punctuate the words and a small pout of annoyance. Ruffled, he reaches down to lick the fluffed up fur on his chest just as Cottonsprig makes an appearance.

"... is the moss good? Fluffy and green and warm? Not icky and brown? Hey, hey, I'll tell you a secret!" Erminekit conspiratorially leans closer to the medicine cat, golden gaze narrowed to Viperpaw's direction, as if daring the apprentice to listen in. "The apprentices haven't been clearing my nest out when they do the others!" He hisses in what might almost be a whisper, but isn't quite the right volume. In truth, it wasn't for lack of trying on the various apprentice's end, but whenever anyone attempted to switch out his moss, the tom would yell and shoo them away, insisting he liked his nest like this and that he'd change his own moss when he felt like it... resulting in the now shriveled up, brownish clump.

all you wanted // i could be

• 
  ooc -
  
• 
  #9bcfad
• 
  (img) Erminekit * he/him * 5 moons
  short furred blue sepia with low white and pale yellow eyes
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots

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[NIGHTKIT!]

Nightkit had been trying to sleep but all of this talking coming from inside the den made it impossible for him to get any. Giving up more or less, although mostly just curious what all this noise was about the kit perked his head up from the warm and comfy nest he was sharing with his family to look over closer to the nursery entrance, and find Viperpaw and Cottonsprig not far away from there, and of course Erminekit who was the reason behind his lack of sleep. Now he was wondering why this kit were causing so much trouble this late. Apperantly it was because he was cold. Huh. That was strange. Nightkit never felt cold, just warm and cozy.

" I thought it was because you didn't want your moss to be changed." Nightkit surprisingly joined into the conversation with facts as he caught Erminekit with lying to Viperpaw about the moss change. It was not special often that Nightkit decided to share his thoughts with others, maybe it was because he was tired and just wanted to cut this conversation short so he could go back to sleep.



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