camp little box, sing us your song【 intro, making a... thing? 】

[coalfoot]

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

【◈】He had finished what he was supposed to be doing. No, really! Well, mostly.

Coalfoot had been given a rather relaxing task today. While most might grumble to themselves or grimace, he hadn't minded in the slightest. Mindless chores had never particularly bothered him in that way. At least, not the non-gross ones. So when he was asked to go around camp to clean up and reinforce the nursey and elder dens, he had nodded and hopped right to it.

That was exactly what he'd done. Weaving and fortifying and cleaning up debris, until he was thoroughly satisfied with his work and left with a small pile of dead grass and sticks that he needed to dispose of. While he did still fully intend to finish up the job, Coalfoot may have gotten... just a bit distracted.

It was here now that the marbled tom sat, humming peacefully to himself as he fiddled with the scraps near the edge of camp, shifting them this way and that as they slowly stacked and wound around each other to form... something? The larger sticks leaned against each other to form a foundation, while some twigs stuck up straight in the sand, others pinched between sticks and grasses to jut out oddly. Although some of the dead foliage had broken and were set aside sadly, the ones that maintained flexibility were being weaved around the whole thing like a ribbon on a gift. Well, at least it was unique.

[penned by its_oliverr].

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[Coldsnap]

IM SCARED TO GET CLOSE AND I HATE BEING ALONE
I LONG FOR THE FEELING TO NOT FEEL AT ALL
THE HIGHER I GET, THE LOWER I SINK
I CAN'T DROWN MY DEMONS, THEY KNOW HOW TO SWIM

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Much like the marbled tomcat, Coldsnap had never minded the work either. Weather the task was of great importance or a simple, trivial matter, the dark tabby cat had always taken the job at hand seriously. In fact, much of the warriors life was handled in the same manner; seriously, logically, and efficiently as possible. Where the name 'Cold' had once come from the snowy white of his paws and chest, it was now very much an accurate respresentation of his personality as well. Coldsnaps reputation was likely well known by every cat in the clan by this point. Guarded. Impatient. Aggressive. Always working or training. The only thing that kept him from clawing into some of his clanmates was that fact that he was also exceptionally loyal to Windclan, and didn't believe in hurting those he was aligned with. Any cat he had set his claws on within their borders hadn't been a true Moor Cat, and for those he wouldn't apologize. Rosepaws brothers could go fuck themselves.

Today Cold had gone out in the morning to hunt, a rarity for the large tomcat considering he had a tendency to work later into the nights, meaning he didn't usually start his day until noon. After that the rest of his day would typically be filled with training sessions, patrols, and hunts, and then once night fell he would take to training in solitude, patrolling the borders solo, and going over smaller things like making sure the prey pile was topped off. Once dawn came around he'd make his way to his nest and pass out for a couple hours, starting the entire process over again come noon. Was he overworked? Probably. Was he getting enough sleep? Hell no. And yet, Coldsnap seemed to be thriving just as always as he came padding back into camp with a large, plump bird clutched in his jaws.

The hunting had been good today, but Cold knew that once the cold season truly set in that they wouldn't being fairing so well. While he had never experienced a winter on the moors, he couldn't imagine that a barren field of snow and ice would attract much in terms of prey, and after what had happened with Sootstar at the farm it wasn't likely they'd be able to hunt there again- not unless they were way more careful. The young warrior had already come up with a list of potential ideas to offer up if things got bad, planning ten steps in advance like always.

With a sigh he dropped his catch on top of the pile, and by sheer coincidence sharp yellow eyes caught sight of Coalfoot from where he was standing. The bi-colored tom was a few meters away making a pile of some kind out of some sticks and leaves. Hadn't he been sent to reinforce the walls? A quick glance at the heather barrier would confirm that Coalfoot had done just that, though that wasn't entirely surprising considering - from what brief interactions they would have had in general just from living in a clan together- the other tom had always seemed to be pretty steadfast with their work. They had this weird thing though where they'd just pass out in the middle of stuff sometimes. Quite frankly Coldsnap had no fucking idea what the guys problem was, if it was sheer exhaustion or if it was some weird injury or illness they didn't know about. It was annoying as fuck when they were out on patrols and someone had to literally carry the other back to their nest, but it was strange because when Coalfoot was awake Coldsnap never really considered him lazy. It was almost like there were two cats sharing his body; one that wanted to constantly sleep, and one that wanted to just be a normal warrior. And it was hard for Coldsnap to judge one based on the others actions.

God, he wasn't making sense to himself. He needed to sleep more.

"Whats that one supposed to be?" he asked as he eyed the woven mess of sticks and grass tufts skeptically. This wasn't the first time he'd seen Coalfoot do something like this, and he could only assume the tom was trying to make it look like something. And while Coldsnaps words weren't necessarily unkind, his inability to share in their grand vision was pretty damn obvious from his tone.
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windclan warrior - male - 10 months - a large, dark grey tabby with yellow eyes

 

[coalfoot]

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

【◈】It was quite easy for him to get lost in the flow of his work sometimes, buried in his own head and the mindless movement of his paws. Even now, Coalfoot was completely focused on his self-assigned task, eyes bright and expression concentrated. Slowly but surely the pile of scrap was dwindling, merging into the growing, decidedly fancier pile of scrap, meaning the creation was nearing completion.

The tom had been carefully sliding a twig into a gap when the unnoticed approach of Coldsnap and the unexpected question startled him, dropping it and nearly fumbling to keep it all intact when he shook it in the process. A few sticks fell to the ground. Wide green eyes turned up to the other warrior, suddenly sheepish as if he had been caught doing something wrong. "Oh- uh- Coldsnap!" he greeted with a sputter, heart calming from the startle.

There was a moment's pause as he stared at him somewhat dumbly, perhaps processing the question late as he suddenly jerked back to looking at his little sculpture. "Oh, it's..." he began, glancing it up and down. "Well it's, not really anything, really," Coalfoot ended lamely, a small and anxious laugh escaping his maw. Maybe it was the reputation of the tabby playing into his nerves, half-expecting a reprimand for toying around rather than finishing his work and finding something else to do.

Abruptly, he shook his head, bringing in his paws to make the whole thing collapse back into a pile. "Sorry, I got a little distracted, I guess. I just need to dispose of this stuff and I'll be done." Sticks and grass scraped across the sandy ground, the warrior adjusting them for easier carry. For a moment he stopped, looking back up at Coldsnap curiously. "Oh, were you out hunting? You smell like bird." It reminded him that he would have to make his own contribution in order to eat with the others. Maybe he could bring something back on the last trip out of camp.

[penned by its_oliverr].

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[MALLOWLARK]

Oh art, art, art- what a wonderful thing! And so seldom understood, he found- those funny looks, the skewed glints in the eyes of those who grew critical of construction. When he picked apart prey not for play but for decoration he found that the most fun was in the making, and what effect his creation had on him. In frolicking home from camp, upon the outskirts had the tom's silver eyes fallen upon Coalfoot's activity- and perfectly impossibly upright, with head tilted perfectly impossibly sideways, Mallowlark sauntered over. Oh, what fun- and he was to sweep it away just like that?

Grinning as always, the pale wraith of a tom loomed above the other, staring down at his scattered work- the mention of birds, he had an idea! Another who enjoyed creation should receive it- shared, for Mallowlark doubted he would ever have times for all his projects. "You should use bird-feathers in your next thing!" he chimes, too-wide eyes flitting between Coldsnap and Coalfoot. Finally, his empty owlish gaze settled upon the latter. "Oh, we should make one together!"

Perhaps their ideas of 'materials' had less in common than Mallowlark might think.​

[ PENNED BY PIN ]​

 

[Periwinklebreeze.]

PERFECT LITTLE PUNCHING BAG​

periwinklekit | 03 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff​

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A bit hesitant to join in the conversation - warriors could be scary sometimes, especially the grumpy ones like coldsnap (though secretly, peri thought coldsnap was all bark and no bite) - periwinklekit pads over, slipping his way over with only the faintest sniffle. "I th-th-thou-ght it looked n-n-nice," he mumbles sheepishly, with a flash of a shy smile full of pearly whites. He settles down near mallowlark - though strange, he finds he likes the tom, even if he's not as interested in blood and guts as the elder tom is.

 

[Coldsnap]

IM SCARED TO GET CLOSE AND I HATE BEING ALONE
I LONG FOR THE FEELING TO NOT FEEL AT ALL
THE HIGHER I GET, THE LOWER I SINK
I CAN'T DROWN MY DEMONS, THEY KNOW HOW TO SWIM

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Not really anything? Well then what was the point? Did Coalfoot find these random little piles to be some sort of entertainment? Coldsnap supposed he couldn't judge him too harshly if that was the case. Did the dark tabby see the point in it? No. But Coalfoot wasn't hurting anyone and he had done the job he'd been given before messing around, so he didn't exactly have a reason to complain about it unless he just wanted to be an asshole.

And so Cold had been content to leave the other warrior to it. After all, it wasn't as if this sort of thing was unusual among the Windclanners. Mallowlark had his bones, Shrewpaw liked rolling in dirt, and Periwinklekit liked handing out random gifts to people that were usually little more than shiny rocks or feathers. At this rate, Coldsnap was used to seeing half of his clanmates doing weird shit in their spare time, which was why he frowned a little when Coalfoot suddenly reached out and toppled over his little mess of whatever, apologizing and saying he'd clean it up.

"You didn't have to break it. I don't care what you do in your spare time, I was just curious." he replied. He knew he didn't always have the best tone, but surely he hadn't made it sound as if Coalfoot shouldn't be doing that, right? Or maybe Coalfoot actually did have other work they were supposed to be getting to, and now felt guilty for having been caught slacking off? Oh well.

At their question the tomcat would nod casually, gaze shifting toward the freshkill pile. "Yeah, I just got back with the patrol. Preys still running good, but I expect that'll change once the snow and wind show up." There wasn't much shelter out on the moors to protect the mice and rabbits, and chances are they might retreat to the woods or deep underground to avoid it.

Mallowlarks arrival, and subsequent offer to help Coalfoot with their next building venture, was enough to rise a soft huff of amusement from the tom. Gods. Just what would that abomination look like? Some cultish bundle of sticks twined with animal innards and bird skulls? "Now there's a collaboration that would turn heads."

From behind Mallowlark appeared another, a smaller, familiar figure that he recognized as one of Hyacinths children, Periwinklekit. They were an odd boy, probably too frail for clan life if Coldsnap were honest, but he belonged to Colds old mentor and so the tabby tried to show them a bit more patience than he might anothers kit.
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windclan warrior - male - 10 months - a large, dark grey tabby with yellow eyes

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[Snowshadow]

"Turn A Deeper Blue"​

The gaggle of gathered cats is what caught his attention as he padded into came from a little walk he had taken on his own. Gaze of the sun and pale purple were curious in their relfections and Rune found himself turning in the direction of the cats. There was Coldsnap, catching the tail end of his words about just being curious, Mallowlark and his- impressionable smile, and Coalfoot. Though the dual colored warrior almost ran into Periwinklekit as he hadn't been paying a whole lot of attention to where he was placing his paws. Rune gave the kit an apology with a meek smile before looking over Coldsnaps' shoulder, "Making things? Oh if that is what we are doing, may I join? I can weave grass together?" He offered verbally with a flick of his feathery white tail. Rune hadn't made something since leaving the kingdom and he'd love to show the clan cats that. ​

✦ ★ ✦​

 

[coalfoot]

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

【◈】Something bordering a small laugh and a sigh was released at that, the black-and-white tom giving a shake of his head. "I would have had to regardless, so don't worry about it." Even now his paws were still working, seemingly his mind with it, hues slightly narrowed in thought. Could he use the grasses to hold the whole thing together, or was it too weak...? Most of them were dead, after all. "I could try and bring something back with me once I dispose of all this," he uttered aloud, nearly to himself.

When a shadow was cast upon him, Coalfoot looked up, receiving his second startle of the day as his eyes widened and ears momentarily flattened. Oh. Mallowlark. "Bird feathers?" he echoed curiously. He knew of the other tom's fascination with using the remains of prey for odd creations of his own, although he himself refrained from doing so. It felt... disrespectful, in a way. Bones were meant to be buried. With a hum, he continued. "Maybe if I find any. Feathers can be pretty."

The relaxed look on his face turned into a mixture of intrigue and vague discomfort. "I'm not opposed to it," came his eventual reply, shifting his attention to resume fiddling with the discarded scrap. For a moment he leaned down, as if to gauge how many he cold hold in his mouth before he sat up again. "I don't know why I do it," the warrior admitted. "I don't really have a goal in mind when I mess with things. I just see something I think looks neat and just... work with it, I guess."

When Periwinklekit was the next to arrive - fortunately not scaring the life out of him, - he found his ears growing hot. "Oh- thank you! You think- you were--" Coalfoot broke off, voice dropping lower with embarrassment. "You were watching?" Oh. That meant they all were. Oh, Stars, there was another.

With his ears growing hotter and hotter under the growing attention, his gaze flickered between them, simultaneously flattered by the interest and horrified by it all the same. "Oh, well, I kind of was, but... I guess so?" Maybe it wasn't a bad thing. Raising a snowy paw, he pushed some of it closer to Rune. "Sure, but we're gonna have to clean up when we're done." I should have already, anyway, he thought somewhat guiltily.

[penned by its_oliverr].

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[hyacinthbreath]

♚ Perhaps patience wasn't her strongsuit, it showed in the way she trained Coldsnap when he was an apprentice; she kept his routine strict, and if he strayed from it, it earned him an ear-lashing that would make any apprentice grow tired of hearing. As she watches the others begin to gather, Rune's arrival is met with curious violet hues; the molly quick to stand and walk past the tom after he nearly steps on her precious son. It's subtle, and soft- but she whispers a deadly threat in the older tom's ear as she passes.

"Watch where you're walking or you won't have paws to walk on." She growls softly into the tom's ear, passing him just as quickly as she whispered to him. She ventures over to Coldsnap's side, staring at the broken invention before Coalfoot with a confused look in her eyes. The soldier leans her head down, sniffing the debris littered and crumbled on the ground all over before she seats herself. Lifting her head, she turns to the Tinker (she rarely ever gave people names when she barely knows them, but Coalfoot is definitely a tinkerer.)

"Do you think you could invent something that could help protect the camp better, especially with how open it is?" She asks curiously, head tilted to the side. ​