border my only wish // resource gathering iv

[Orangestar]

Twolegplace hasn't been utilised as thoroughly as Orangestar had thought it might have been. Understandably, the Clan had been staying close to camp, but with no sign of the blizzard letting up soon the leader's paws and aching head have brought her to the border where a strange series of nests sit. They're covered over, free from the unbreakable stone that had captured SkyClanners moons prior, and it smells like loner.

She squints, her tail brushing the snow beneath her, and her whiskers twitch curiously as she approaches in a hunting crouch. Feathers spill from a wound in the nest. Maybe that's why it's empty. Orangestar pulls a jawful free with a grunt of effort, thankful that her nose is too blocked to deal with the tickling sensation she'd no doubt face otherwise. Time to get back to camp.

ooc ✧ 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦

• health: 14 (whitecough)
  gathering: 20 (3 points)
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  [ art by pin ]
• ORANGESTAR ✧ she/her, leader of skyclan | six lives
  
  
  — "a scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes."
  — mate to slatesnarl ; no apprentice
  — speech is in #D2977D
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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[HAWKSPINE]

The blizzard has been cruel. Hawkspine's patrols had barely paid off in the lead-up to it, but once the snow had started to fall it seemed he'd had better luck. Even now, with the snow coming down heavy above them, his half-blurred vision spies a generous mawful of pine needles beneath the snow he'd dug out. He shakes with his whole body as he pulls some brittle needles from beneath tangled roots, clutching them between trembling jaws as if a tighter grip would keep him from losing any on the trip back to camp.

He makes brief eye contact with Orangestar as she turns to face the direction they'd come, a silent indication that they'd be heading back to camp soon. His gaze strays beyond her, to the Twolegplace fence, and his heart aches briefly. Maybe his Clanmates with Twolegs taking care of them were faring better than the Clan cats living out in the forest full-time. Would it be worth it to join them for a season? No, probably not ... but he does consider it briefly.

health: 1 (chills)
gathering: 8 (1 point)
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[Sorrelsong]

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. ° ♡ . . ♡ °

SORRELSONG ​

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♥ ♥ ♥ ♡ ♡​

White engulfs her vision and the huntress is forced to rely soley on her nose to tether her to her clan. Sticky cobwebs cling to her teeth, tickling her throat as she trudges relentlessly forward. The urge to sneeze is another fight that she might be to tired to face today but she resists the temptation, knowing that these cobwebs wouldn't be useful if she gave in. If she had planned the gathering better, she might've simply rubbed it on herself rather then stick the substance in her mouth, but oh well. In this weather, everything was a hassle. At least they hadn't seen any two legs - that was a blessing by itself.
Ah well, back to camp

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↪ OOC:
health 5 - chills!
gathering 15 - common (1 point)​

 

[BLAZINGHEART]

𓆩✦𓆪 — Blazingheart follows after the rest of the patrol and keeps near his brother with his ears pressed flat against his skull, a small frown forming on his maw from the blizzard that threatens to push him over but he remains strong. The red tabby's breath coming out of their maw like plumes of white smoke and he swallows wishing that he was home but he knows that he's needed out here where he could help his clan the most. This is when his plush coat helps him keep the cold at bay but even then he wishes he could be anywhere else right now, his large paws shuffle away from Hawkspine's side to search for some material.

A paw extends forward as he pushes away some stones away from some pine needles and a memory that brings him warmth presents itself in his maw, how his siblings and him would constantly collect them to play porcupine. A strong gust of wind from the blizzard tears the memory away and threatens to take away the material as well but the warrior leaps forward to catch it between his paws, a huff slips from his maw. He's quick to collect it in his jaws only to return to where the rest of the patrol is and for a heartbeat, he thinks of sunflower toned eyes that rest across the Thunderclan border.

Blazingheart doesn't linger on the thought for long noticing how his littermate begins to shiver and the red tabby presses forward to lend some support to the other hoping that their pelts pushed together would keep the other warm enough that he wouldn't fall sick. He squints through the heavy snow that Orangestar's ready to turn the patrol around so they could return to camp and he nods through the pine needles within his jaws as he pushes forward.

CHECK YOUR HEARTBEAT AGAINST MINE 𓆩✦𓆪 BUT THERE'S NO TRACE OF IT THIS TIME

• ooc — 16 health roll & 1 point

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  WARRIOR SKILLS;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ HUNTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ COMBAT
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
  — ✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ SWIMMING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ CLIMBING
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  ✦ a large, longhaired red tabby feline with green eyes
  ✦ blazingheart's a sharp tongued warrior that can oftentimes come off as insensitive or uncaring even if it isn't necessarily his intent upon first meeting. she tends to come off awkward during small conversations so she will dismiss herself if she finds the situation tense. she's rather prickly due to several events in her life and seen tense for the most part but she's trying to improve, all of her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 16 moons old; ages the 28th every month
  ✦ asexual biromantic; currently interested in no one
  ✦ child of coyotecrest and howlfire
  ✦ sibling to wolfpaw and hawkspine
  ✦ currently mentoring ... n/a
  ✦ hard to befriend due to how standoffish she comes off as ; oftentimes quick to anger ; very reckless
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[CHRYSALISWING]

The cruelty of the blizzard seemed to catch up to once-spry feet and face. There was no acerbic, witty remark from the warrior's clamped jaws. There was no daggered glare from heterochromatic eyes, as even the biting winds had whittled down his pupils until they had become just as dull as the tips of his pelage. He bowed his head, only glancing haphazardly at the fences that signified the entrance to the Twolegplace. I envy them... They are not out here, starving like us. Who was I to say that they are the dishonorable ones, when they get to stay in a warm Twoleg's nest instead of fighting for scraps in the snow? Chrysaliswing trudged through the endless white, like iron clasped at war-worn wrists and tethered him to the ground, a fitting punishment for one who had traipsed through his life as pitiless and uncareful as he. He was tired, far too tired than he had ever been before... Despite what raged around him, what threatened to sweep him away if he stumbled in his step, he still felt a sickening heat within him. His head burned, seizing away what little energy from the rest of the body had been there. His brain had become befuddled now, as though he were almost consumed by the remorseless snowstorm, relenting to the only thing that he could not run from - the forces of nature. Starclan... has never been happy with me. I... I know it now.

𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 ⚠︎ 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦

• OOC: No rolls since this is after the phase. Contracted whitecough though <3
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  —— CHRYSALISWING / He/They / 32 Moons
  —— Warrior of Skyclan / Mentoring Weaselpaw / Father of Weaselpaw, Adderpaw and Daffodilpaw
  —— A long-haired tomcat with chimaeric patterning. His left side is fully black and his right side is black splotched with sunset-orange. He has complete heterochromia, with his right eye being a bright green and his left eye being a glowering yellow.
  —— Abrasive, temperamental, and critical. Approach at your own risk and engage at your own cost. Despite this, he is a hard worker and quick to call out what he finds wrong.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[DUSKPOOL]

the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. my guilt will not purify me.​

His muscles coiled like angry snakes, battlin' against the harsh throes of winter bitin' bitterly at ice-tipped fur and seepin' deep within achin' joints and old injuries. He bit back a scoff, molten copper squintin' against the blurry haze, watchin' his clanmates from the back, standin' out against the foggy white like a beacon.

His wooly fur billowed, moving this way and that as the winds howled against managed ears, blisterin' cold to the touch to press them flat against his helm—blasted weather. His gaze lingered hauntingly toward his younger sister, fightin' the urge to pull forward and shield her from the harsh winter winds, but Duskpool held stubborn. He wouldn't do that to her when she so clearly hated him for the things he didn't do and say. It was long overdue.

A sinner's ultimate punishment. And one he'd accept with open arms if it allowed his younger sister a moment of peace and solitude. He breathed a clouded sigh, breath bitterly cold against his frozen muzzle, herbs tucked in the heated depths of his maw, pushin' forward behind his clanmates. ​

my bones are smoldering ✦✦ and my knuckles are bloody

• ooc —— no rolls since this is after the event, but for sillies, i rolled and duskpool got whitecough rip
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  release me from my promise to you.
  
  don't make me do this anymore. don't make me go on without you​
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• duskpool he/him
  ♡ a massive scarred obsidian-smoked ghost mackerel tabby maine coon / norwegian forest mix and a molten copper eye with low-white
  ♡ warrior of skyclan
  ♡ sixty-one moons; ages on the 1st of every month
  ♡ speech thought attack
  ♡ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
  
  
  penned by blueblossomtea​

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