camp memories made in the coldest winter // leaf-bare storm [event]

[Silk-kit]

The crisp air carries the scent of rain, but Silk-kit is far too busy organizing her collection of feathers and dried flowers to pay much attention to the darkening clouds in the sky. Her white paws shuffle excitedly as she moves to pick up another feather in her teeth, and leans to place it where it should go. But when a sudden, icy wind howls through camp and the first fat droplets began to plummet towards the ground, her ears prick up in surprise. Within moments, the lazy rainfall turns into a blinding downpour, raindrops hitting the ground like bullets as the gusts pick up strength.

"Oh no!" She squeaks, scrambling to gather her treasures before they can blow away. Feathers spin out of her reach, and a flower petal is snatched up by the wind, vanishing into the storm. The cold nips at her nose and the little she-kit shivers, sapphire eyes wide as she glances around the camp. Warriors hurry to secure the fresh-kill pile and dive into the rabbit burrows that sprinkle their camp, their voices urgent. Her heart thuds as she realizes she needs to find cover fast, too. She's getting soaked!

With one last, desperate sweep to salvage what she can, the white kit darts toward the nursery. The wind and rain claws at her fur, trying to push her back, but she presses on, slipping into the warm, familiar shelter just as another powerful gust rattles the gorse ceiling.

Panting, she drops her few rescued trinkets and turns to peek outside. Puddles are already gathering on the muddied ground, and the camp is almost hidden behind the swirling rain. Blue eyes glisten with a mix of awe and worry. "Where did that storm come from?" She whines to no one in particular, fluffing up her wet fur and glancing at her denmates. "I hope everyone finds cover in time."
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[Asterkit]

As was more often than not, Asterkit had been playing just outside of the nursery before the sudden storm had rushed in. A particularly interesting leaf had consumed her attention, and she had been enjoying batting it around and shaking it in between her teeth. Unsurprisingly, when the wind began to pick up, the little leaf stood no chance and was quickly picked up and carried away by the breeze. Asterkit let out a little annoyed huff, which turned into an alarmed squeak when a large raindrop landed atop her head. "EEK!"

Asterkit had never seen the weather turn so scary before and shuffled in a blind panic on the spot, before finally deciding to take refuge in the nursery. Although, it would not have been out of place to say the wind itself blew her in, with how all over over the place her multicloured pelt was. She looked as though she had been caught and spun around by the very wind itself. "Brr!" Asterkit said, before shaking out her fur, trying to get some semblance of neatness to return to it. "It's very cold!"

The younger kitten padded up beside Silkkit, peering out at the camp, which seems increasingly muddy and wet. Silkkit hoped that everyone had managed to find cover in time and Asterkit nodded her head in agreement. "I don't like it," She mewed softly. "The wind changed so fast!"​

 

[Comfreykit]

Unlike some of his siblings, Comfreykit was not a fan of the cold weather that had been encroaching on the Clan, and as a result, he found that he rarely enjoyed going outside of the nursery at all. He was a growing boy, but one that enjoyed being warm, so he was content to curl himself up and ignore the aching in his legs when he'd been laying around too long. He was just getting it in his head to try and traipse around outside for a bit, when Asterkit and Silk-kit came roaring into the nursery with the wind howling at their backs.

"Freezing." Comfreykit complained as whispers of the cold wind blew into the nursery, and he shuddered theatrically. He stood up to go to his sister's side, pressing against her in an attempt to stave off the chill from the outside. He spared Silk-kit a glance, and looked upwards as the droplets began to patter against the gorse roof. "Came from the sky." He answered Silk-kit's question flatly.

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• COMFREYKIT ✩ kit of windclan, zero moons
  → walks hunched over.
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.

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[Bullkit]

Grey. Dim. Bullkit squinted golden eyes under the shroud of off-white fur that builds up around his narrow black face. Paws are tucked from the cold underneath a messy flower strewn pelt, giving the boy colours and life. But this day, he did not seem to mind as much about the accessories put into his pelt.

He barely noticed colours flying every which way, faded blots as wind pressed hard against his flank. He watched carefully, Silkkits form scrambling to grab them. And merely out of luck, did the boy watch something black and white drift across camp. It wasn't his fault that he'd get under paws scrambling, feeling a heavy (accidental) kick and a "Go to the nursery!" From a warrior, but it didn't deter him. He watched where it landed, and was picked back up briefly.

With heavy shrouds of grey, and heavy raindrops, he grew wet and heavy, but determined, Bullkit finally managed to reach this object, sniffing at it, before picking up assumedly, one of Silkkits possessions. As he clenched it as gently as he could in his jaws, he glanced around. But the rain was hard, and his vision was meek in comparison to the storm.

After many stumbling steps, and tripping over a rabbits hole, he finally managed to find the correct den, his form drenched and a shiver escaping him. His teeth clattered, but he drew himself near silkkit, dropping a mangled feather before her. Maybe, if his teeth hadn't crunched it so hard from shivering, the boy would find himself with a non mangled feather. But he seemed not to notice it's destruction. "Got it. Yours." He rumbled, shoving a paw at the object towards her. (He really didn't know how rough too rough was with such a fragile item.)

Unfortunately, the feather was soaking. And the water that soaked his pelt dripped off of him in a puddle underneath.

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[FROSTWIND]

꙳•❅* The first touch of ice-cold wind cuts through him, chilling the tom to the bone. He waits for it to die down once again, but his moment of relaxation proves to be short-lived as another gust sweeps through soon after. His thin fur offers little protection from the elements, and the frosty air makes his joints ache. It's only a moment before the rain starts, and it builds into a downpour before the warrior has the chance to get his wits about him. Caught off guard, he doesn't consider where he's going as he rushes for shelter—he just lunges into the first den he finds. He shakes himself out like a dog or a fox would, sending droplets of water spraying against the sides of the den before even checking what he's dived into.

"Where'd that come from? It's so damned cold, for the love of-" he cuts himself off, mouth snapping shut as wide blue eyes cast about the nursery and settle on the gaggle of kits who have also retreated into the den. They belong here, at least, while Frostwind feels like he stands out within their shelter. Of course, in his mad dash for shelter, he'd run straight into the nursery… that's just his luck, isn't it? He straightens and clears his throat, a tinge of awkwardness filling his eyes. "So…" he listens to the kits complain, wishing he could melt into the earth to escape the situation. But he'd sooner die than step back out into the storm raging outside. "Wild weather, huh?"

YOU ARE FAR TOO NICE ❆ MERCY HAS A PRICE

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• FROSTWIND ❯❯ he/him, tunneler of windclan
  ❆ scruffy black and white tom with icy eyes. casual and friendly, but jumpy when threatened.
  ❆ son of scorchstreak and badgermoon ; brother to scorchstorm, luckypaw, rumblerain
  ❆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ❆ penned by foxlore

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[Sootkit]

.·:*¨༺ ♠ ༻¨*:·. Sootkit hadn't been doing anything particularly interesting when the winds began their abrupt change. Mostly, she had been staring at Asterkit and her sisters leaf and asking herself; what was so fun about a stupid leaf? Why is she ruining it by shaking it around like that?

Before Asterkit could be subjected to Sootkit's thoughts, however, they are both sent scurrying towards the nursery in a song of shrill squeals as the clouds begin to pelt them with cold rain. Comferykit looks as though he was waiting for them at the entrance, freezing, he grumbles. Her littermates answer to Silk-kit brings Sootkit's attention towards her denmate, namely the now damp trinkets. "Ooo…" Sootkit breathes, ignoring the others silly questions to marvel at what she had brought in. Bullkit's retrieval earns him a blink of surprise. "Ew. Soaking." She tsks, gesturing to the water drops that still slid from the others pelt.

It's Frostwinds abrupt arrival that surprises Sootkit the most, because… shouldn't….? "You should be out there." The girl points out with a small furrow of her brows. That's what mother always said, warriors were to be outside, in the cold and all that.

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  SOOTKIT ♠ she/her, kit of windclan, 2 moons.
  ⭃ fluffy, blue smoked tortoiseshell she-kit with heterochromatic green & blue eyes.
  ⭃ daughter of Bluefrost xx Thriftfeather
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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