just a gambling man | sleeping up top, intro

[SCORPIONSHADE]

જ➶ The day started out with some yearning for hope that he could bring something back for the clan to eat. Large paws pressing against frost laden grass, the wind trying to slip through his thick pelt. But it seemed that Starclan was not on his side because as the day wore on it started to become rather apparent that he was not going to be able to find anything worth catch. The faint trail of a mouse he followed with no luck as the scent trail disappeared soon as he followed it toward an old worn tree. A rough sigh leaves him as he shakes his head, orbs narrowing slightly as he looks at the tree. No it isn't this plants fault for him not being able to catch something but he wants to blame something. Especially for having to be out in this nipping cold. Rolling his shoulders a little he trails back the way he had come and his gaze follows along the canopy. Perhaps a squirrel will be a better try, right? If he can just find one. With a hefty grunt the sentinel scraps his way up a truck. Easily finding purchase on a branch. It sways with his weight but holds easy enough as he starts to shift from one branch to another, easing his way close to the trunk of the next tree.

"This might be pointless..." His voice rumbles out before he sits down and then promptly lays down where he is. The branch wobbles and yet there is no fear in him that it will break. With a soft yawn his large teeth flash before snapping shut and his head lays down on hanging limbs. Tail drapping over the wooden throne he allows his eyes to slip closed for just a moment. A little rest will do him good before he gets back out there to do some more searching. Perhaps in a different part of the territory. Before long he is snoring, the wind soft against his ears as he sleeps.​

 

[Florabreeze]

Can whiskers freeze? Florabreeze isn't too sure but it sure felt like it in this moment, she was blessed to have a such a long and thick coat. Where it hindered her in the warmer seasons it made her thrive now. She sniffs the air around her as she trots through the frosted forest, there's a promise for colder weather. She's pretty certain of that given how much her twolegs have been layering, she wonders why they just don't grow fur but they can never understand her questions. So she takes that opportunity before whatever's coming to venture, it's peaceful in that sense, just her and the forest currently. That time where she considers it just her time is cut by the sound of what she first thought was a stream of wind, then she realises that it's rather rumbly. A little too gravelly for it to be a gust of wind, fear spikes her fur up as she then jumps to thinking that it must be some predator sleeping.

It sounded like snoring and she hadn't seen anyone else around here right now. Jaws part as she attempts to scent the area around her, tail wrapped around herself protectively and fur spiked in different directions. She can't smell anything but the scent of SkyClan, something stronger than her own as it is often a mix of twolegplace with it. With a huff she tries again, noticing that the scent seems to be coming from above rather than being around herself. Citrine eyes widen in surprise at the sight of a draped tail, she thinks to climb up there after Scorpionshade but she would much rather not have to put herself through such a work out.

If he's in trouble she absolutely would waste no time to scurry up but for now... She waits. "Hey! Scorpionshade! There are better places to sleep!" Her voice is thunderous in the way she calls out to the tom. "You okay up there? Do you need help getting down?" She presses further, a light hearted tone carried across chilly air despite how her eyes narrow in concern.

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 37 moons
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Jellypaw & Sfogliatella
  ❥ "Speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}

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[Sorrelsong]

She was sure that the bags under her eyes had icicles hanging off them at this point. She sighs, relief flooding her as the warm air left her system. A hiss escaping her as cold air entered.
Though it had been cold enough to discourage hunting, she and her clan mates tried. It was times like this that her nightmares of being a kitty pet felt a bit more like dreams.
The branches above her shift, a breeze making its way through the paths that were once thick with undergrowth. Claws make holes in the earth as she braces against the coolness it brings. Screwing her eyes against it, the urge to yell into it real, but someone beat her to it first.
Florabreeze!
She turns to the sound, eyes searching for the molly before her brows furrow at the Maine coons demeanor. Was she yelling at a bird?
It's only when she draws closer that she realizes. A giggle escapes her for a second, tired but warm.
"We ought' to rename you to Scorpionperch!" She thinks to yell. Yes, something like that would be funny! That would be nice! But the wind bellows those words back as soon as she starts. The only thing that might be audible is a worried call.
"You really shouldn't sleep up there! The, uh, trip down wouldn't be great."​

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