camp its quiet uptown | snow

[Wisteriapaw ★]

The haughty apprentice gave a sharp sneeze, angrily kneading at the ground as he waited impatiently for the gaggle of other cats by the freshkill pile to get out of his way so he could grab something. When they didn't he was strutting forward with intent and annoyance, shoving between two older cats to snatch up a vole and drag it out; not caring that he jostled them in his bid to get his food. Maybe if they had moved he wouldn't have done so, it was their own fault for being in the way. When Wisteriapaw sulks away to retreat to a spot near the edge of camp to eat he pauses as a light white flicker drifts before his nose, his prey is dropped as he snaps his teeth at it and looks around; the camp suddenly being filled with the fluttering pale flurries.
With a disgruntled huff he sneezes again, tail lashing in irritation and his prey is picked back up but this time he makes his way to the apprentice den. He had zero interest in being coated in whatever this cold stuff was (snow?) while he ate and upon reaching the mouth of the den he stalked inside without a care to who he might disturb, plopping down at the entrance to finally gnaw at his meal and watch the coming of leaf-bare drape the camp in a chilling silence.
"This better not be an everyday thing..."
How were they going to hunt in this mess? Patrol? It was going to coat the tall grass and bury their rabbit warrens, he could already imagine tripping into a hole underneath the thin layer of snow that cloaked it like a trap. Wisteriapaw despised hunting and he would despise it even more now.

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[crowpaw]

crow was resting in her nest after a short nap, only being half asleep paw steps were quick to gain her attention. she raised her head from its position to see wisteriapaw situated at the entrance. he spoke freely, careless of who he might wake in a place meant for rest. she listened to his gripes about the weather, ears tilting back.

"and if it is?" she teased, an innocent smile tugged at her lips. crowpaw was simply asking a question, couldn't get mad at her for that. the tall girl brought herself to white feet, padding over to sit next to the other apprentice. a feathery tail wrapped around her paws as she gazed out into camp. the sky was littered with flurries, but she couldn't bring herself to dislike it. despite the things everyone was groaning about, the food, the sickness, she found this season quite useful sometimes. she found that it was much easier to track elusive prey when you could see it's footprints, and although she had a sleek coat she did prefer the chilly temperature to the blistering heat that green-leaf brought.​

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[SOOTSTAR]

"You will adjust." Sootstar's haughty and proud voice booms[/font, though she sounds a tad bit hoarse. Her raspy-ness does not stop her though from hearing the mumblings of Wisteriapaw and approaching to ramble and essentially tell them all to "toughen up". It was the only thing they could do during this time of year, sulking would not get the patrols done or feed the rumbling bellies. "It will last for many moons, snow will fall on most days. But we are WindClan and we are resilient, we take the challenges that stand before us and use them to become stronger." Crowpaw does not complain, but this mini-pep talk was for her listening ears as well.

Sootstar grows quiet as she sniffles against a cold breeze. ​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 10/19

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, female — she / her
╰ ‣ 32 moons . pisces. ages on the first
╰ ‣ windclan leader . marsh-born . believes in starclan
╰ ‣ former soldier of the marsh group

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like heather and wet dirt , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue smoke . scarred chest, difficult to see through fur . green eyes

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANN

 

[Moonshadow]

—————————————————【 She/Her | Windclan warrior | 32 Moons 】————————————————

【 ◈】 "Even then, it would be wise for those who are sniffling to not sit out in the cold." Moonshadows' monotone voice would come from behind the trio, and the black smoke would be staring at the windclan leader with an unreadable expression before she turned to her son and Crowpaw.

"Snow is a part of our world, a vital part in fact." She would step closer, taking a seat near Wisteriapaw as she smiled softly at him in a rare public display of emotion, "Its blanket helps the earth heal from the harsh heat of full-leaf. And some prey uses this time as a time of rest so that they may be more bountiful in New Leaf."

Her fluffy tail would lay itself behind the apprentices, a silent invitation to use her for warmth if they were cold but her gaze would move back to Sootstar, "Our leader is correct; Hard days create strong cats. No matter how much we wish for them not to come."

[penned by Zaeya].

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[MALLOWLARK]

White to match his pelt, a sugared ground; he loved this time of year, despite the breathing-resistance that was happening, clashing in battle against the cold air. Still, it stifled not his spirits, the wispy-whispering breaths forgotten as he made his conquest through the snow, tar-dipped paws shielding themselves. In this weather, his paws could camouflage themselves- his claws could spring from unseen prisons! What a time for a skirmish this would be- claws could spring up, out, before simply part of the snow, night-gloves made invisible.

Hearing the complaint- the wish, the hope, if words could sway the heavens!- he skipped over to join the fray, lots of pelts of friends, friends. Wooziness swayed his walk, but it was only for a moment- the squeeze of the headache made him unsteady, and since when had he had one? "It won't be every day for the rest of your life, anyways." he added, fang-toothed grin framing his words, lightening them with his grin. "You'll live to see it melt away... probably." A hurried addition, for he was no prophet. He couldn't know for certain!​

[ PENNED BY PIN ]​

 

[Snowshadow]

( ⓛ ﻌ ⓛ *)∫ — Snow was nothing new to him. Snow had been something to see at all times of the year in the mountains, whether it be on the tops of them or blanketing the kingdom below. Though this winter was different. Colder as there was nothing to block the wind, snow laid thickly on the moorland floor and young Wisteriapaw seemed rather hateful about it. Could understand it, it would be their first winter after all, and a little chuckle left a bi-colored muzzle.

Snowshadow approached the group with a wave of his feathery white tail and joined beside his mother, "Mallowlark is correct, it is not everday that you see snow. It gives way for new life to come through in the spring and summer," He agreed with the black-dipped tomcat and then blinked a bit at his own words, "I meant new-leaf and green-leaf," He was still getting use to the new terminology the clans used and often slipped up.

Then multi-colored eyes looked towards Sootstar as she sniffled back snot, "Are you alright, dear Sootstar? You sound clogged like a running river," He gave a smile to show he wasn't meaning anything bad by it- but the leader did look rather- sickly? Tired? He couldn't quite place it and he hoped it was just allergies rather than a cold of some sort, but his attention turned back to Wisteriapaw.

"I am certain you'll live to see new-leaf, Wisteria," More optimistic than Mallowlark, but he would be crushed if a sibling passed away. It was bad enough that Periwinklepaw got sick even at the slightest breeze, he didn't need Aspen or Wisteria to also grow ill. — tags​

 

[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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Peri loves his brother, he swears he does, but sometimes he looks at wisteria and wonders how it ended up like this. How he ended up like this. Perhaps he takes after hyacinthbreath a bit more than the rest of them... or maybe he's just a jerk. He doesn't know, but as he enters camp he makes a beeline for his brothers - soft smile on his dark face. Where wist seems distressed by the flurries, peri finds only joy and excitement. Sure, it's a bit annoying walking around in the stuff, but it's pretty Like little stars falling from the sky. "I th-th-think it-ts nice!" he says cheerily.

 

[SORRELPAW]

What little warmth had been clinging on had finally faded from the moors, leaving cold and gray in its wake. She'd been born at the very end of summer when the wind brought its chill and leaves changed their colors. She had yet to see the vibrant green meadows and colorful wildflowers, but if she could survive the unforgiving leafbare, then she would come spring. Like many of her Clanmates, she was sneezing and coughing, unused to the cold, body protesting its arrival. Sorrelpaw expected these things, expected her bones to ache with the changes, expected to get sick as she had been in kithood. She had not expected cold to be accompanied by large white flakes that fell from the sky.

Snow, Sootstar called it, and as Sorrelpaw listened to the chatter of those around her, she gathered that it was not exactly a welcome thing. It froze the ground and covered the grass which fed the rabbits and other prey. WindClan would have to pray to StarClan for its food during these following moons, but she tried to take Sootstar's words to heart. Should they all survive the hardest time of the year, they would be stronger for it. It made her grateful that the beginning of her apprenticeship would be spent in this time, gaining more experience and learning to adapt to harsh conditions. Looking at the snow with a new appreciation for the opportunities it would give her to prove herself to her Clan this leafbare, she realized its white blanket coating the ground was actually quite pretty and the flakes that cascaded as soft as a gentle breeze to the ground looked like little stars.

"I agree with Periwinklepaw," Sorrelpaw said. "It's quite beautiful if you think about it and don't mind the cold. And I, for one, am grateful for the opportunity to spend the first of my apprenticeship in such hardship. It'll make me a better warrior." Her chest puffed pridefully at the thought, but stars, was she naive. She had no idea what this leafbare had in store and just like any other, it would be unforgiving to all of them.

out of character information

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• ♡ SORRELPAW —— she/her, 3 moons, windclan apprentice.
  —— a small calico she-cat with yellow eyes.
  —— link to bio, toyhouse. penned by regina.

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[hyacinthbreath]

♚ Hyacinthbreath can hear her son complaining not far from the scrap of what they could call fresh-kill, picking idly at a scrawny blackbird. These used to be her favorite, but now her favor is sullied by pity for the prey. Her eyes shut, eyebrow twitching in irritation as Wisteriapaw continues to complain.

Slowly, the scrawny femme makes her way over to the group, standing beside Moonshadow with an odd look on her face. "The others are right." She adds on unhelpfully, tail twitching behind her. He was alive, wasn't he? And the snow was pretty, despite the cold. "You'll learn to cope as the moons go on as long as you take care of yourself." She mutters, suddenly quiet. How else was she supposed to soothe the tom when he had already been spoken to by many others?

She only wished she was better at the whole parenting thing..​

 

[Wisteriapaw ★]

Wisteriapaw shot Crowpaw a scowl at her sass, wanting to tell her to stuff a rock in it until Sootstar joined to speak and he knew better than to be blatantly disrespectful to a clanmate in front of her; even if it sounded like she wouldn't hear it over how much like a frog's croak her voice was right now. His throat hurt a little bit from the cold but she sounded like they needed to dig a hole now.
Every cat just crawled out the woodwork to tell him 'yes this is your life now' and he could not roll his eyes any harder if he tried. The only one that he wouldn't snub was Moonshadow and he would lean into her side as she spoke though he didn't quite buy the whole thing. Snow was part of life but didn't it kill them? Make their cats sick and die? Horrid that StarClan would do this if they were as benevolent as Sootstar liked to preach they were.
"If anyone here is dying this leaf-bare it's not me. It's YOU." He shot at Mallowlark, despising the tom's perpetual smile and constant need to joke about like he didn't have a serious bone in his body.
Perwinklepaw and Sorrelpaw's insistence that this was just a pretty display and not something he should complain about finally made him rise to stand from his mother's side and shoulder his way past Hyacinthbreath and Snowshadow to get away from the growing crowd, "If it's so pretty why don't you go sleep in the snow then!" Couldn't even complain in this place without the hoard of cats telling him he shouldn't feel the way he felt. He would never admit to being scared, but every cough and scratch in his throat put him on edge.
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