- Mar 19, 2024
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〔✦〕A blizzard. A fierce snowstorm will surge through the territories and envelop them in ivory. Roaringsun had seen snow before, through the clearstone of his previous twolegs' home. Safe and warm, without having to worry about food and whether he would survive the season. He had wanted to touch it and play in it with friends. But with the way Gentlestorm and the others had spoken of it, there would be no messing around during a blizzard.
The winter storm would be arriving any time now. And yet, something compels him to venture out of camp. A force stronger than him, stronger than the guilt gnawing at his stomach as he slips out through the dirtplace.
Snow has not yet began to fall while he makes his way toward the SkyClan border, to the place where he and Hawkspine usually meet to chat. He hopes. . . to what? To see the Skyclanner before the storm arrived and they had to fully focus on helping their Clans without time to be spent chit-chatting? The winds are beginning to pick up by the time he arrives, his fur ruffled and fluffed out. He's hidden in the undergrowth, sitting and just. . . listening. Hoping. He knows he can't stay out too long with the looming threat on the horizon, without someone in the Clan missing his presence.
Roaringsun shuffles his paws, laying down and tucking them in to keep himself warm. It doesn't take long for the first snowflake to fall, and many more would be coming soon enough.
The winter storm would be arriving any time now. And yet, something compels him to venture out of camp. A force stronger than him, stronger than the guilt gnawing at his stomach as he slips out through the dirtplace.
Snow has not yet began to fall while he makes his way toward the SkyClan border, to the place where he and Hawkspine usually meet to chat. He hopes. . . to what? To see the Skyclanner before the storm arrived and they had to fully focus on helping their Clans without time to be spent chit-chatting? The winds are beginning to pick up by the time he arrives, his fur ruffled and fluffed out. He's hidden in the undergrowth, sitting and just. . . listening. Hoping. He knows he can't stay out too long with the looming threat on the horizon, without someone in the Clan missing his presence.
Roaringsun shuffles his paws, laying down and tucking them in to keep himself warm. It doesn't take long for the first snowflake to fall, and many more would be coming soon enough.
- ooc. @HAWKSPINE
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ROARINGSUN —— warrior of thunderclan , mentor to none . npc x npc . littermate to npcs ✦ penned by nocthymia
✦ male / he/him / 14 moons & ages every 14ᵗʰ
✦ single / orientation & poly or mono / open/closed to romance
✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
—— combat details here / battle notes
✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
✦ tags — msg on discord (hypmic) for plots — toyhouse
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reference image here