i don't walk along with anybody — intro

[snowspark.]

To be blunt, leaf-bare sucked. Sucked harder than... ugh, it just sucked. He couldn't really remember the cold season from when he was a kit, having only been three months old. And yet despite it only being his second freeze, the preceding nihilism of the older cats seeped down to the young warrior, influencing him to be equally as bitter at the rotating world and its seasons. Despite his name quite literally displaying a reference to the white blanket over the moors, Snowspark was discovering that he didn't like leaf-bare or snow or the cold at all.

His off-white fur, too short to prevent him from shivering, allowed him to blend in better with the frozen surroundings more than the standard grassy hills ― as such, he took it upon himself to hunt for the majority of days. On the plus side, it kept him out of camp and away from everyone else. Currently tracking down the distant scent of a stray hare, Snowspark stalked through the fields of snow, careful to not let his pawsteps crunch as he followed the trail. Up ahead, nibbling at the last few blades of grass poking from the frosted ground, he spotted the disappointingly-thin rabbit. Icy eyes narrowed as he braced for the chase, inching forward to get himself even closer. He waited for a heartbeat, legs tensing before he sprung out of the snow at the hare; when it fled at the sight of the advancing cat, he pursued, paws spreading to stay atop the snowbanks.

Even with his speed, the hare abruptly turned to the left ― when he tried to do the same, Snowspark skidded around the corner and lost his footing, tumbling into the cold powder below. And to make things even better, he had been on an incline, now rapidly rolling through the snow to the base of the slope. The young warrior landed flat on his back, though thankfully the same snow that ruined his hunt also broke his fall. Snowspark panted, blinking at the grey sky before he gritted his teeth with frustration and shoved himself up to stand. The damn thing was probably already scurrying away to an unseen burrow, never to be caught that day. Hackles bristling, he spat at the ground, furious at his clumsy mistake. Gradually, his anger subsided, though it still kept his blood boiling warm for the moment. Whatever, he could find something else. Parting his jaws to scent the air again, he intended to continue his solo hunt until he brought at least something back to feed the clan's greedy mouths.​

 

[coalfoot]

———————————————【 coalfoot | windclan | male 】——————————————

【◈】Coalfoot didn't quite have that same advantage when pitted against the frozen swathe of land as Snowspark did. Unfortunately, some white in his pelt didn't quite qualify as a good mask, and his dark fur stood out starkly against his glaringly bright surroundings. To put it simply, it just meant he would have to work even harder. That was fine. He put in the effort anyway, what was a little more? He would just have to make sure that he was in top shape for a chase. Such as now.

The marbled tom was on his own hunt, ears perked and head swiveling for even the slightest movement to begin a hunt. It was then he saw a rabbit bolting across the snow, himself making no hesitation to give chase, unaware of its near escape from death only moments ago. It wouldn't be so lucky this time, the prey scrabbling into a new direction at the sight of him. It was a losing battle, the warrior fresh and the rabbit worn, and he soon caught up and leapt, bringing it down and dispatching it quickly.

For a moment he sat there, catching his breath and looking over the pitiful rabbit. He shook his head to clear negative thoughts, pulling in another breath. Even if it was small, it was a belly that wouldn't be empty. Pulling himself to his paws, Coalfoot stooped and grasped the rabbit, turning to return to camp when he spotted a pale form from the corner of his eye. His attempt to call out was cut short with the realization of a full mouth, setting it down in favor of trying again.

"Snowspark!" he greeted, scooping it up and trotting closer. He set it down again. "Are you out hunting too? Mind if I join you? I can bury this and come back for it."

[penned by its_oliverr].

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

IS IT OVER YET - CAN I OPEN MY EYES?​

periwinklepaw | 04 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff​

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Snow is... strange. Wading through it is cold and bothersome - the powder clinging to his paws in clumps he finds hard to shake off. Stumbling clumsily along the moorlands is not a pastime he particularly enjoys - he misses those first days of easy exploration dearly. Soft paws make only the softest of sounds as he follows along, blinking at the sight of the two warriors. Snowspark certainly seemed worse for wear, and his eyes soften with a sympathetic wince. Eying the rabbit clutched in coalfoots jaws, he gives a shy smile "Nice cat-ch!" he manages, proud that he only stumbles over his words the once.