camp LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER ★ CELEBRATION

[Orangestar]

"SkyClan, gather beneath the Highbranch." Orangestar does not call a Clan meeting this evening with the same haughty formality she usually does, though she perches stop the bough all the same and waits for her Clan to gather. Even kits would be welcome to listen in; Orangestar glances towards the nursery entrance to see if her own would make an appearance.

"StarClan has smiled upon our hunters today." She rasps warmly, a purr rumbling in her throat. Her gaze finds the three patrol leaders in turn with small nods of affirmation, attention skating over the other cats who had accompanied Kitestorm, Silversmoke and Emberfall into the frosty territory. "While it is cold, this freshkill will not last long. Make sure you eat your fill this evening. Share tongues. Be well."

// while this is the central "party" thread for skyclan, branching threads both open and priv may be made! enjoy phase 3, everyone<3​

 

[Ekat]

Ekat lingers at the hollow's edge, shadowed beneath the stretching branches of a tree. Orangestar's voice carries easily through the crisp air, warm and triumphant, a striking contrast to the icy tension still settled in Ekat's bones. Even with the modest bounty brought in, the idea of a celebration feels distant to the young warrior, as though belonging to another world entirely. Her paws shuffle uncertainly against the frozen ground, her gaze lowering from the Highbranch to the dirt beneath as she remembers battling with predators for scraps and the cold dread that had followed her every step in the barren woods. For her, survival felt too fleeting to celebrate with ease.

Ekat creeps closer to their gathered Clanmates, glancing towards the fresh-kill pile which was thankfully higher than it had been all moon — but remaining at the edge of the crowd where she can stay unnoticed. Perhaps she would grab some prey, too, but only after others more deserving had eaten first. Ekat hadn't even been among the hunting patrols that had brought the share tonight, her own encounters running wild with dangerous predators that kept prey from her jaws and her nerves run tight. Anxiety coiled in her chest, a silent barrier against the companionship, the celebration. 'Be well,' Orangestar had said, but Ekat isn't sure she can.​

 

[TWITCHBOLT]

It was getting under his skin, this.... this awful cold, stupid biting frost. There wasn't much to be happy about really, was there? Optimism never settled within him easily, though- no, he was always chattering, jittering... tail lashing at unseen hauntings, eyelids quivering with nervousness. Something loomed on the horizon, he could feel it- this hurtling leafbare, was it really just that?

Among his Clanmates, at the very least... he could find a shred of peace. Orangestar's calm voice swept over the crowd, hardy and soothing in its pride- briefly, Twitchbolt looked to his leader and gave her a nod of approval. A quick little burst of a thing.... given before he could think too much about it. Being well, it was easier said than done. But, but ... yeah, he'd made sure of it, the vulnerable were fed... and those who were not hunched in dens protected by the surging family surrounding them, calloused paws freezing from the hunt, would not go hungry tonight. It was barely enough to put a quivering smile on his face, as he picked up something small...

A friend, in the crowd. Twitchbolt's jade eyes crescented with a frail little smile, and he made his way over to them. "Share with me?" It would be a good way to bond, wouldn't it? And, and... he could make sure this cat, at least, did not go weak with hunger as selfless warriors so often tended to do... ​

penned by pin ✧​

 

[FIGFEATHER]

"Thank StarClan." Figfeather exclaims with a sigh of relief. As the frost began to settle in everyone was getting nervous, including herself. Leaf-bare was an infamous time of year that no cat looked forward to, not even the daylight warrior's who could escape it's wrath during the night. Luckily, not a cat in SkyClan's camp has to worry today, prey is plentiful enough and none will go hungry. …Yet.

'Share with me?' Figfeather's eyes pivot in the direction of the voice she instantly recognizes to be Twitchbolt. A small piece of prey sits at his paws as he invites her to share with him. Her stomach growls as if to respond for her. "…I think thats a yes." She replies humorously, "Yeah- sure- lets sit somewhere out of this wind preferably." Her winter coat was coming in but the chill of the breeze seemed to cut right through her regardless.

 

[SANGRIAFLAME]

✧ The day was warm, allowing Sangriapaw to catch enough prey to make herself feel vindicated. She's ready to be a warrior—has been ready—and she's shown her clan that time and time again. She catches prey for SkyClan, gathers materials for SkyClan, and what does she get? She eats and sleeps in her own home. She doesn't get to be a warrior when she deserves it. The bitterness flares in her chest for a moment, flames licking at her ribcage, but she quiets it with a deep breath.

She sits at the edge of the camp, staring across the clearing with tired green eyes. She'll stay long enough to hang out with Hollypaw, and maybe Fluffypaw. And then she'll find a time to slip away and return home before Hon and Dear get too worried about her. They've been reluctant to let her outside for the past few days—as it gets colder, the girl worries more and more about getting trapped indoors. But… then again, what would it matter? Would her clan even realize she's gone, or would they simply forget about her like Figfeather has?

Nah, she thinks, sitting up a bit straighter. She's memorable. She's useful, despite what some of her clanmates like to say about daylight warriors.

can’t stop us ♫˚.⋆⭒ gliding down the rainbow

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• SANGRIAPAW ❯❯ she/her, daylight apprentice of skyclan
  ⭃ wild-furred cinnamon torbie with white spotting and vibrant leaf-green eyes. bold, bright, and curious.
  ⭃ daughter of fantastream & figfeather ; sister to coffeepaw
  ⭃ mentored by orangestar
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[Sorrelsong]

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SORRELSONG ​

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♥ ♥ ♥ ♡ ♡​

A break! The sun was warm on her pelt as Sorrelsong quietly basked in the pride of being able to be useful again. Perhaps that was the worst thing about leaf-bare. It made you face how replaceable a hunter is. But not today, The thought send a warm spark down her spine. Not today.
Eyes meant for prey scan the camp, and she frowns. She spots the rag of fur that is her brother, and a fire starts in her warmer then the pride she held in high regard. Her lip curls, but she finds something else to sink her teeth into - for now. Since the clan meeting, she couldn't help but keep an eye on a cat that, really, she had no reason to watch. But she did anyways. Maybe it was pity. Maybe it was a search for someone to help. But weren't those the same thing at the end of the day? Either way, the absence of this cat did not go unnoticed. Belly rumbling in confusion, she pulls herself to the edges of camp.
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↪ OOC: Making a private thread to branch off of!

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[BLOOMFUR]

starclan had mercy on skyclan tonight, she thinks the saying goes. for the first time in days they caught enough prey to fill everyone's bellies— bloomfur wasn't apart of the patrol, but she'll gladly take her fill. she's found cobwebs... and a shrew once! this clan stuff is easy. sadly, she still didn't qualify for seconds, but a fun celebration is enough to take her mind off it. the woman perks up, standing on her toes to gaze at her clanmates.

"what's with the long faces?" she chirped, blinking towards ekat and sangriapaw specifically. "celebrate! let's throw the bones and fur around!" bloomfur grins, her teeth glinting playfully in the moonlight.

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[ODDGLEAM]

The goddness has brought mercy upon Skyclan tonight, halfway out of the nursery he shudders against the gentle chill. Pawpads felt the cool ground beneath him, as he tilted his neck up towards where Orangestar had ascended. Though... when everyone was nervous— very much himself, about this Leafbare. Not even the Daylighters could escape its harsh wrath during the night. Quite a pity. Luckily, the warriors and apprentices had brought back plentiful prey, enough that the queens and elders weren't going hungry.

While the leader's calm voice rose over the calm crowd, hardy though soothing in a way. Oddgleam brought a easy - going smile on his face as he turned his attention to the gloom of the nursery. Half - lidded copper eyes swept across his brood of growing kits, voice soft but playful in a way. "Let... us celebrate, yeah?" He sweeps his long mismatched tail across the ground briefly before he slithers back into the nursery.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ♡ 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑫𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑶𝑵 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬

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• temp oddgleam reference

  

• ( HONEY IN WARM MILK ) ˖⁺‧₊ ♡ ₊‧⁺˖ ODDGLEAM. ╱ skyclan queen.
  ⸝⸝ NON-BINARY ; HE / THEY ; 19 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 7TH.
  ♡ mated to crowsight & owlheart — mentoring none.
  ♡ an elegant, long-legged medium furred sliver-cream calico with copper eyes.
  ♡ thoughts ; "Speech, e7d3e7" ; attacks only
  ♡ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ♡ smells like caramel frappe & chilled stone
  — all opinions are ic
  

  currently residing in the nursery. 𐂯 parent to one litter of kits.

  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone

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[Jupiterpaw.]

THE SUN HAD DRAWN NEAR
AND THE SOUNDS WE COULD HEAR ​

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Jupiterpaw ♃ 11 moons ♃ demi-girl ♃ she/they ♃ skyclan apprentice

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Despite Orangestars words, Jupiterpaw makes no move to join her clanmates in their feasting - while she has never had problems with the taste of freshkill, she still holds tight to the unpleasant reminders she's heard called towards her and the other daylight members of the clan. []'We have kibble at home'[/i] she reminds herself where she sits, a smile flashed in the vague direction of the clanmates she feels stirring nearby - not everyone in Skyclan is so lucky as to have a twoleg nest to return to, ith food that rarely runs out... no matter how unappetizing it might be compared to real prey.

— were so sweet and so clear

• Actions && " Speech, " && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
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• ♃ — Jupiterpaw is blind, and therefore will not react or respond to visuals beyond some ability to differentiate light and shadows. Any visuals mentioned in her posts are meant for other roleplayers reference, and any events in roleplay that are disregarded are likely a purposeful choice due to her limitations. ​
  
  

 

[frostbreath]

⊹₊꒰ა𓆩♱𓆪໒꒱₊⊹ a designated moment to relax, to enjoy prey and an easy night, was appealing to frostbreath. it's all she has wanted to do since the cold settled in. but there had always been work to be done, there would be no prey to enjoy without it.

now in the moment of rest, her muscles ached, there was a gnawing feeling at her stomach. the warrior happily picked something from the pile, a mouse so small it felt weightless between her jaws. even the prey was struggling, it seemed. bloomfur was intent on making sure everyone had as much fun during this moment of calm as she did, a warm sentiment. frostbreath would rather tuck herself into her nest and relish in the lack of responsibility for a while. so she did, taking her meal with her as she disappeared back into the warrior's den.

IM SPINNING OUT / / ₊⊹ I CANT CONTROL MY CAR‎ ‎‎࿐

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  FROSTBREATH ࿐ SHE/HER, SKYCLAN WARRIOR, 34 ☾'s
  ➺ an elegant longhaired blue silver tabby with low white and misty blue eyes.
  ➺ NPC x NPC / / currently mentoring none.
  ➺ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.
  ➺ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Fawnkit~]

[ ༻ 𓆩✧𓆪 ༺ ] Orangestar called to her clan to gather, yet this time had been different. She declared a celebration amongst the warriors and kits alike, and of course some take to divulge into the celebratory mood while others just took something from the pile of fresh-kill and slunk off to be on their own.

Bi-color eyes drifted towards all those gathered, yet the tom stayed right where he was, unsure if he could even join in himself, after all he hadn't been any help to the clan at all aside from just scampering about and listening to stories told by the warriors and elders, and worse, getting sick and having to stay in the medicine cat den. A frown danced on his lips before placing his head on his paws.

Soon though he would be able to help the clan... a thought that made him eager and nervous at the same time because what if things went downhill from this celebratory feast shared amongst everyone? What if Fawnkit couldn't bring out and garner food like some of the others before him. His tail flicked slightly before his gaze drifted towards the nursery, wondering if Paladin or any of the other kits were celebrating today.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You can t be caught you ll never fall ──┐‎

• "speak""Thoughts"
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  Fawnkit 𓆩✧𓆪 He/Him, Kit of Skyclan, 4 moons.
  ⭃ Fluffy Fawn with low white with bi-colored eyes (Blue and Yellow)
  ⭃ NPC x NPC
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[RAMKIT]

[ @LAMBKIT sibling ping :3 ]

Ramkit could tell her mother's voice from anywhere. The want to escape rings clearly in her limbs, however more often than not her caretaker is quick to reign in her energy before she can do so. This time, however, as she moves quickly to the nursery's maw, so does Butterflytuft behind her; allowance, though the child does not recognize it as such. She only gets so far out of the nursery before a tail halts her, and she gets the vague idea that there is an invisible barrier she must not cross.

A rule. A warm caress of understanding and clarity of obeying find hold in her mind and she looks on to Butterflytuft, offering her foster mother the slightest nod. It may not last long. The child is unruly, excitable - but for a moment, she exhibits the hard-broken rule-following she-cat she will soon grow to be.

Someone shouts about bones and fur, and in response, Ramkit cheers. She turns on her brother and pounces, immediately initiating a battle with him.​

 

[MERCURYKIT✧]

Celebration.... Mercurykit doesn't really get this whole... celebration thing. What's the idea with that? Come around and eat the meager prey the clan has to show for their recent efforts? Mercurykit can eat all she wants at home... she is not in desperate need of a meal like many of her clanmates are. She cannot understand why they don't just find a two-leg who has a soft spot for cats and stay with them? But, it seems the idea of that, to some in SkyClan, is abhorrent and blasphemous. If they have such an issue with it, why is Mercurykit and her family allowed to be here? Why are the other daylighters allowed to be here?

Dainty paws carry the chimera over to her sibling, settling herself down to loaf next to Jupiterpaw without grabbing anything for herself either.

"S'cold out, Jupi," she says with a hint of a wine barely concealed. She misses her hearth with the crackling caged fire and the warmth that comes with it.

made of // precious metals

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  ooc - interacting with @Jupiterpaw. <33
  
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  (img) Mercurykit * she/her* 3 moons
  lh blue smoke/cinnamon tabby chimera
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots

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[morningkit]

Oddgleam was not allowed to venture very far, lest he planned to be followed by a dark-furred duckling. He sat neatly tucked by the nursery to listen for whatever announcement Orangestar was making (Morningkit still hadn't bothered to learn her name, she who was a nebulous lofty figure that did not linger around the nursery to say hi to her). So the tortoiseshell had hurried after him, if only to be close to the familiar plumy tail that she liked to cuddle with. Her gaze traipses up towards his face, softened by a relief she cannot understand, leaning only to brush up against his leg as he murmurs their coming participation in this celebration.

What exactly did celebrating mean? Was that like... a really loud play time? Everyone else seemed to be really rambunctious and excited... it almost made her want to race out there and say hello but then the thought of just how many strangers that is makes her skin crawl and she is eager to retreat back into the nursery the moment her parent turns to retire to their nest.

"Ceb-relate!"

Nailed it.

holding onto a love ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ they keep wanting

• crowsight x oddgleam x owlheart
  pearlkit - cuckookit - morningkit​ - brightkit - ravenkit​

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[CROWSIGHT]

To be honest, he was grateful that the clan had enough for a feast. After all, he had been struggling to return with camp with prey. However, today he had better luck. As a result he was in higher spirits. It truly felt as if Starclan gave them all a break from their ordeal and gifted them a good pile of freshkill to feast on. It also seemed like many breathed a sigh of relief. A celebration as a reward was nice, he must admit. However, instead of sharing tongues with his clanmates, he wanted to catch up on time with his kits. Guilt had eaten away from him, as he was unable to spend much time with them. Their need to bring food for the clan along with materials had pushed aside his kits.

He plucks a squirrel from the pile to bring to his mate and kits, if they wanted to try it. In the distance he sees the calico retire into the nursery, followed by their daughter Morningkit. The sight causes him to smile. When he enters the nursery, he sees that Oddgleam has already settled into their nest along with their kits. He deposits the squirrel in front of his mate. "I brought you something to eat, my love." The exhaustion on Oddgleam's face evident. Quickly his attention drifts to the kits. "Would you all like to celebrate? Unless you want to spend time with me. Papa gets to stay with you today for a looong time. We can play all day!" I want you to rest, my love. Owlheart will be here shortly, I know it. You've been working so hard. I'm sorry I haven't been around too much. Everything has been hard.​

 

[FLUFFYPAW]

Fluffypaw has never been more tired in her life, and she knows the Clan feels the same way. They have worked themselves to the bone to ensure the dens are insulated, the fresh-kill pile is full, and Fireflyglow's herbs are well-stocked for the leafbare to come. She searches the crowd for a moment, her green eyes lighting on cats who bend close to one another, sharing prey; cats who curl around their kits; cats who lurk on the periphery, exhaustion dulling their gazes. She does not know who to approach, initially... she had searched for a pale pelt, a ruddy mane, but it's Sangriapaw she finds instead.

"Hey, 'Gria," she purrs, detaching herself from the outside ring of camp. She finds a squirrel that's more hair than meat, she thinks, but she's not that hungry; it's more for the culture, the celebration, than anything else. "Here, share with me. You probably caught more than I did, so you should have a bite." She blinks fondly at her cousin. She knows Sangriapaw hasn't been happy, lately, and Fluffypaw can understand at least some of it. Her kin had deserved her warrior ceremony alongside Daisydrop... and it must be hard, having someone like Figfeather for a parent, whose expectations are always so high.

Fluffypaw pushes the squirrel toward her cousin's white-dipped paws and smiles. "Hopefully it stays warm, huh? I was just starting to think this coldsnap would never end!"

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: looking for @CANDORPAW ; talking to @SANGRIAPAW
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• Fluffykit . Fluffypaw, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 12 moons old, ages realistically on the 8th.
  — mentored by Greeneyes ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — skyclan apprentice. butterflytuft x dandelionwish, gen 3.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  lh chocolate tortie/cream chimera with jade eyes. frightened, clingy, anxious, gentle.

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[edenberry ?!]

They cannot help but pluck at the earth with tentative uncertainty, searching the planes of Orangestar's face for any sign of wear... a symbol of weariness or exhausted fury. Was she rested? Was she happy? They do not dare to stray from her face, afraid to behold what warm-hearth feathered fur had once been theirs. Celebrating feels... like a kick in the gut.. and Edenberry isn't sure they can suffer it. They could be considered one of the great lucky paws that had contributed to this permissive feasting but it felt like cold comfort. They pull their legs tighter under them, hunkering down as emerald gaze flits along the ground.

Somewhere they recognize familiar voices... songs of relief and comfort... of friendship and affection. They feel sick. Lifting themself to their full height, they offer Twitchbolt a reassuring smile across the way, glad to see him sat beside Figfeather sharing what prey they had. At least they could go home tonight know they had done their part... nothing would be able to take that from them.

Enjoy your night SkyClan...

Passing only an ear-flick of a farewell to anyone they catch eyes with, the black-and-white daylight warrior decides to retire home early.

//in and out, sorrys ! homie is unfortunately not in the mood to party </3

⟡₊ ⊹ i ll betray you like a man

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• -- edenberry / skyclan daylight warrior / any pronouns / 19 moons
  -- mostly white with black pinstripe and green eyes / scarred face and back
  -- color #728c69

 

[LAMBKIT]

The chill in the air is as hard to miss as his mothers voice. When Orangestar's inflections rings across the gathered cats he rushes forward to go and greet her, a wild smile pulling back his lips to reveal tiny kitten teeth only to shortly find himself in the same predicament as Ramkit. Held back, unpermitted to go any further than the entrance of the nursery. The easy smile falls off his face then, eyebrows knitting together as he watches Oddbird enter. "Why?" he questions loudly, more of a demand really, pointed in Butterflytuft's direction, tiny face scrunched in anger.

She is saved from the tantrum that is no doubt to come soon - a stomp of the paw and ears laying flat a clear indication - by Ramkit's interference. She bowls into him, knocking him off his paws with a solid oomph! as breath momentarily leaves his body. His anger is forgotten in that instant, coming undone as a squeal leaves his lips and he throws his energy fully into tussling with his sister, not bothering to keep an eye out for where said tussle led them.

// feel free to have him roll into y/c while play fighting if you'd like! Hes not looking where hes going.

-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ- but I’d stand in the garden with you

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  LAMBKIT SKYCLAN KITTEN ; HE / HIM
  SLATE X ORANGESTAR LITTERMATE TO TBNKIT ; HALF BROTHER TO CHERRYBLOSSOM, OWLHEART, GLIMMERSUN, TAWNYCLAW & EGGBOUNCE
  

  A fluffy cream coated tom with mismatched white socked toes, a white marking blazing a trail down his face, and striking blue eyes.

  ✿ easy in battle + no formal training
  ✿ difficult to befriend
  ✿ Peaceful + healing power-play allowed, anything else with permission only
  

 

[Eggbounce.]

I'M GONNA BE THE SNACK THAT SMILES BACK
I'M GONNA BE THE KIT TO YOUR KAT ​

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eggbounce & 19 moons & male & he/him & skyclan warrior ​

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The warmer weather seems to bring a spring to Eggbounces step - not that rhe eggshell tom has seemed in low spirits at all, even despite the early chill and the lack of prey - but it's the thought of a full belly that really calls to him. Baby blue eyes blink up at his mother as she speaks, paws carrying him as swiftly as they ever had to grab his own fill from the prey pile - smile on his face as he cheerily turns to his nearest clanmate, question on his lips and a fat squirrel underpaw. " Do you wanna share with me? "

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[BLOODY MARY]

Every moment in the wood brings her closer to her goal... She's got her new skin picked out and all already! She just had to bleed a bit more... Quality over quantity, or so they may tell her. The truth may pool from their mouths, but it's from the bile, really... nothing to do with their word. A feast! Don't they deem themselves civilized, these wild cats? They can claim their reasons, find their friends... The itch of teeth, is all it is. Real sad for her, that she can't scratch it...

It's a rare form of her, without the wide-eyed splendor. Squinted eyelids tell tale of her restraint. Brutish legs kept close jut awkwardly at the knee. Something like her isn't meant to keep small, no... Past petty groupings, they're all the same, of course... Though a hunter would better know its prey than its prey knew it... Clueless, this pale scrap. Unaware is the bird to what he taunts her with... Squirrel's blood floods her nostrils. Spit pools in her mouth. Her own claws act as a tether to cold ground. " Can't, " grunts something hungry. What willpower from something like her, keeping a suspense she knows she needed. Her sigh— It's more like a wolfish pant, cut at the tendon before it could carry on. " Ss-saving it. My first. " Yeah, best he leave it be...

THEY SAY I CAN'T KEEP MYSELF FROM TRYING ⬪ 𝒜 𝐵𝐼𝒯𝐸 𝒪𝐹 𝐸𝒱𝐸𝑅𝒴𝒯𝐻𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝐼𝒩 𝒮𝐼𝒢𝐻𝒯 / ( 12 . 05 )

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  BLOODY MARY ⬪ DAYLIGHT APPRENTICE. SHE - HER - HERS. 26 MOONS.
  

  A dog-like woman. Large, with bulk in some places, and only lean muscle in others. Elegant at some angles, acutely strange looking at others. Has a longer, wolfish muzzle and gleaming dog teeth near-always on display due to an overbite. Skull presses insistent against her skin. Eyes are almost too - large, and not all sunken in her skull. Has large, tufted ears. Polydactyl, with a curved spine and recently-chopped tail.

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