camp My lovers got humour ❧ gathering talk

[Florabreeze]

There was hope that the frost was more bearable in the evenings, as she watched the retreating figures of those attending the gathering tonight she realised that wasn't the case. It turns out the warmth and comfort her nest at twolegplace gifts her is just confined to that space. She's greatful to spend a night at camp but Florabreeze can't contain the shiver that wracks her frame. Staring up at the moon, pressed against Kitestorm's side with a rumbling purr she felt her mind drift off to the gathering.

Her gaze finding the moon as she hummed in thought. Florabreeze may not have been in attendance during ThunderClan's transgressions but she wonders if that will be brought up at the gathering maybe. If the other clans were doing as poor as SkyClan is currently. "I hope they're doing okay, you don't think anyone's slipped walking there?" Concern laced with a light hearted joke.

It's something harmless, the idea of the rock the leaders gather on to deliver their news being so slippery. Having to watch such steely and important cats maintain that intimidation against the forces of nature. "How do you think it's going?" She meows to no one in particular as she raises a paw to groom the tangled fur of her forelimb.

"Which clan do you think is doing worse with this frost?" A grin forms on her maw. The idea of stirring some gossip with her clanmates is tempting, once again this is harmless in her eyes. There is a brief thought of betting prey but with it being such a finite resource lately she thought against it.

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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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[Cherryblossom]

Edenberry had been called tonight. She hadn't stuck around to watch their wisp of a form squeeze through the bramble tunnels, finding herself instead at the whims of one lead warrior and her companion. Not to Cherryblossom's chagrin though. She's more than happy to settle down for a night of talking, bereft of much eating to fill the gaps in conversation with, even if it was at Florabreeze's behest.

The calico regards her with something like friendliness now. Time had trickled into the holes her aunt's death had left in her, mending the gaps the molly had accidentally made just a bit wider once upon a time. These days, it seems her grudge lingers more with the principle of her murder than missing the flame point, though at times she sees Ramkit and thinks of her smile.

If Lupinesong happened to be in camp tonight, she'd wave her over to her side with a flourish of her tail. For now though, she busies herself with the gnarled fur on her thigh as Florabreeze poses questions to the frigid air. Her first one earns only a snort. For all the cold, dismissive dignity Scorchstar had judged her with at Gatherings, she imagines her now slipping down the Great Rock in a tangle of tiny, multicolored limbs.

"Which," is a great word. Which warrior, which piece of prey, which one. It's the guarantee of existence that's exciting, a whole troupe of delights arrayed before her, if only she'd pick one to dissect and share and defend. "You can never go wrong with ShadowClan," she says matter-of-factly, flicking her ash-spotted tail. "I feel sooooo bad for them. Seems like Applejaw was really murdered by a ThunderClanner too. And like, it's really a shame." Cherryblossom sighs sweetly. "I liked her, you know," she adds casually, giving the cat sitting next to her a mysterious glance​

 

[DAFFODILPAW]

Gatherings were fun enough, depending on the company kept, but this evening Daffodilpaw is more than happy to have been left behind, soaking in any remaining warmth in camp rather than spending it trudging across the territory to meet with others who are surely as unsettled by the cold snap as SkyClan is. Admittedly, he was curious to learn how the other Clans have been dealing with the waning temperatures, but he could just as easily tuck into his warmer-than-Fourtrees nest for the night and find out any interesting news from somebody in attendance in the morning. For now, though, Daffodilpaw lingers alongside some of the others that had bid their clanmates a good gathering, idle hovering turning to stretching out on the ground near the small group gathering.

Almost unconsciously, he gravitates towards Florabreeze, settling into place near to the side that Kitestorm is not, though he still keeps his distance, not wanting to interrupt the pair. The stillness of the night is broken by none other than Florabreeze, and her first comment drags a smile onto his maw, thinking of cats slipping and sliding around out there. "I dunno, there've been some pretty slippery patches out there lately..." Daffodilpaw jests, trailing off with light laugh. Of course, he didn't wish slipping on any of his clanmates, embarrassing as it may be, but it was still a humorous thought all the same. "They've probably all made it there in one piece by now."

As Florabreeze voices the very question he'd been pondering, Daffodilpaw listens to Cherryblossom's answer first, head tilting slightly. ShadowClan - yeah, that made sense, alright. They never really seemed to catch a break from what he'd heard, and it seemed like this season wouldn't be the start, either, what with their murdered warrior. Whether ThunderClan did it or not, he has no idea, though he wouldn't put it past some of their neighbors over there. Cherryblossom tacks on a blasé comment at the end - I liked her, you know - and contrasted with the intensity of an ambiguous glance, it leaves him only to peer back for a moment, wide-eyed. Was she suggesting...well, it doesn't have to be that, he supposes; maybe they were friends, or something.

Feeling minorly unsettled, Daffodilpaw decides to put his own thoughts out there, too. "I bet RiverClan's not happy with the cold, either - their water has got to be freezing by now." Even with the sun blazing down, you'd never find him willingly wading into those depths, but even just getting a drink lately has left his head feeling gripped by icy claws. "D'you think the river will start to freeze up?" Smaller bits of water were already freezing - perhaps it was only a matter of time before the river grew sluggish, too. Now that would certainly be a sight to behold, as bad for RiverClan as it might be; it'd almost be like if all their trees mysteriously disappeared, or something, a thought that sends a shudder along his spine.​

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• REF PENDING, TEEHEE <3
  
• DAFFODILKIT / DAFFODILPAW —. He/him, apprentice of SkyClan
  — .Chyrsaliswing x Honeysplash, littermate to Weaselpaw & Adderpaw
  — . 8 moons old, ages on the 6th
  — .An average, well-muscled orange-and-white dipped cream tom with mismatched eyes.
  — .People-pleaser with a desire to do good - dedicated, but still fun-loving
  — .Peaceful & healing powerplay permitted - brushing up against him, shoulder bumps, etc.
  — .Penned by Hijinks - feel free to DM me on Discord to plot! ^^
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[Sorrelsong]

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She glances towards the full moon, tail flicking in thought. While it would have been nice to go to the gathering, she figured it would be to risky to take too many warriors in-case some foxdung decided to attack another clan's camp - not that Orangestar had taken more warriors then normal. Still, the molly found it hard to not give into senseless worry. Especially since Thunder Clan had been so quite after routinely invading their territory.
"Applejaw was murdered by a Thunder Clanner?" The revelation snapped the wandering mind back to the conversation. For some reason, it really didn't make sense for a cat of Thunder Clan to be a murderer but less wild things had happened in her life - or maybe she was just living long.
At Daffodilpaw's question, Sorrelsong's head tilts.
"Maybe? " It wasn't the most concise or clear answer, but she was too distracted by the news of Applejaw's murder to hold the illusion that adults knew more then their younger counterparts.
"I could see that happening, especially with how cold its been - but there was a fire near there, hasn't there? Perhaps that warmed the water enough?"
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