camp NUTCRACKER SUITE ☀︎ LEAF BURROW

[freckleflame]

just as it had last season, leaffall’s dying wish is granted in the form of blankets upon blankets of old, frost - dampened leaves. the morning is cold, cold enough to deep into her fur ends and douse the skin underneath until her muscles tremble too much to move — but her duty today is to make short work of the mess. a small pity, a lapse in patrol assignments given her sullen demeanor since the incident along the thunderpath only days prior.. but when she wakes today, it is nearly cold enough for her to forget why her nest was so stagnant, her fur so tangled. it was cold enough for her to get her tail out of here, a sudden desperation for fast - pumping blood and the warmth she could get from it nearly tripping her paws in their haste to be moving. fur puffed comically, she’d enlist the help of a couple paws to slowly, slowly shuffle leaves into piles around the sloping fringes of camp, clearing the pathways and plucking delicately at the tremblings littering their freshkill pile. it’s tedious work, slow going and agonizing, and worst of all, by the time they’re gazing upon their work — wholly unhelpful in warming her frozen toes and nose and.. everything else.

the warrior shakes her pelt, shudders at the ghost of a breeze it causes against her skin. she glances at a particularly large bundle of leaves. she hesitates. she glances around. she looks back at the leaves. well.. it was cold..

she goes in nose first — wriggling her muzzle around in the soft crunchies until it gives enough for her to weasel her forearms in without scattering the pile all about the cleared ground. she burrows into the pile with soft paws until they fall gently over broad shoulders, over her spine, blanketing her back and shrouding her in a thin layer of extra warmth. despite its slight assistance, freckleflame releases a loud sigh, a long ahhh deflating in volume the more she settles into the vaguely sharp crisp of oak sheddings. when the weather began to turn like this, any sort of warmth felt otherworldly. like rolling in a bundle of feathers, nuzzling a numb nose in deeper. to the pawsteps approaching behind her, she gives a contented, muffled mumble of, ” ‘m just.. checkin’ it for spiders.. “ head treading the red, orange brown of her leaf pile like a fish treading water, the fluff of her face lifted in a pleased, small toothed grin. an obvious lie, a joking narrow to half - mast eyes, “ real dangerous business, you should.. leave it t’ me. “ her great, cozy yawn afterward says otherwise about dangerous. but hey — if they were warm enough nip further at her chilliness, there was room for more of them in here.

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 -`☀︎´- 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘠 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘈 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘓𝘌 𝘕𝘖𝘞

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• 𖦹 . LESBIAN. SINGLE, CRUSHES EASILY. SMELLS LIKE SUN - WARMED OAK. SIXTEEN MOONS. NAMED A WARRIOR 8 / 3 / 2023. MENTORED UNDER WOLFWIND, PENNED BY ANTLERS !!!
  f. she / her, daughter of sunfreckle and rabbitnose. large cream - ribboned tortoiseshell with seaglass eyes. larger than life! shades of vibrant russet, dousing swathes of shadow and interwoven with ribbons pale cream come to drape like licks of flame over a thick, broad - shouldered figure.
  
  unspecified maine coon heritage born of sunfreckle's kittypet background shows itself in large, round paws and tufted, long - furred toes set upon thick, tabby - splotched limbs. a characteristic lack of personal space leads her to a slouching, touchy posture, often inclined to lean or bump against her peers, all while bearing a wide, bright - eyed grin. she seems to sing confidence from every laugh, every word.. that can't all be for show, can it?
  
  ——— ˙⋆ — prone to bouts of explosive emotion. all opinions are solely in - character and during these times, often untrue or said only in anger.
  
  

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[GENTLESTORM]

I SEE A SONG OF PAST ROMANCE — He enjoyed the vibrant leaves of leaf-fall even if they laid about everywhere on the ground and he can't really say he isn't a fan of the cold either considering that his thick, plush coat kept him warm from the nips that the cooler days and night offered. He's not excited for the harsh cold, snow, and starvation that leafbare usually brought with it... Hailstorm silently wishes that he could simply hibernate to not deal with leafbare as a whole but he knows that is impossible given his new path and the duties that had to be carried out, he couldn't standby idly when Berryheart put trust in him. His mentor's teachings would not go to waste yet as he walks along does he notice movement from a pile of leaves and it's enough to make his ears twitch at the sound of shuffling, faint crunch or two of orange, red, and yellowed leaves. He hears a voice first before he actually sees the face of Freckleflame considering that she practically blended in as if she was part of the makeshift borrow of leaves itself and a hearty chuckle escapes him due to how amusing it is. "Let me know if you find any cobwebs in there especially if you find any spiders." The sepia tom muses to her with his bobbed tail swishing behind him for a heartbeat. She mentions how he should leave it to her and he has to bite down on his tongue to refrain from saying leaf it to her, he didn't want her to cringe at him even if he thought it was incredibly funny.

"Dangerous business, hm?" A tilt of his head staring at the pile not knowing what would really be found dangerous, maybe a leaf would tickle someone's nose and cause them to sneeze. He grows more and more amused by the moment only to feel his self restraint leave him entirely with a nod of agreement "I'll leaf it to you then," A stupid grin on his face as the pun slips from his jaws a little too comfortably, he stays where he is knowing that his bulky build would destroy the fortress and little extra warmth that the young warrior had found.

I SEE THE SACRIFICE OF MAN ✦ I SEE PORTRAYALS OF BETRAYALS

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✦✦✦✧✧ INFECTIONS
  — ✦✦✧✧✧ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✦✦✧✧✧ ILLNESS
  — ✦✦✦✧✧ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✦✧✧✧✧ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ BROKEN BONES
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ KITTING
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ POISONS
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  ✦ longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✦ 50 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; mates with little wolf
  ✦ currently being mentored by berryheart
  ✦ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength, his large size, and wits
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[DUSKBIRD]

✦　　. 　 ˚　.   The insinuation of spiders is enough to keep Duskpaw well away. He has no particular fear of them, but something about the way that they felt– he could imagine it just now. Hidden by the leaves. Skittering, burrowing into Freckleflame's pelt. It was enough to make him shy away and closer to Hailstorm. But then, just as quickly, he remembers to pull himself away. His mother's mate, or whatever word suited him. Looking at the great tom, he can't imagine that he was his true father. Too....pale. Too big. So he keeps his distance. Slides away from the warrior's (medicine cat's) side. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to avoid him when he goes to spend time with Berryheart.

Turns out he might be better off with Freckleflame in the leaf hut. He hesitates, enough freedom of his mind to quietly wince at Hailstorm's terrible pun, and that is the final straw. "...Move," he commands of the warrior, not quite reduced to wheedling or pleading, and noses his own way into the leaves next to her. Unlike her, Duskpaw's muzzle does not resurface. Instead it's his tail that pokes up slightly, sweeping through the crunchy remnants, and buries itself again. "My paws itch."

𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘐𝘍 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘐𝘔𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘚𝘚𝘐𝘖𝘕 𝘖𝘍 𝘔𝘌 𝘐𝘚 𝘞𝘙𝘖𝘕𝘎 ﹖  ╱╱ 9.14.2023 ˊˎ＜

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• ✦　　. 　 ˚　.  DUSKPAW. HE - HIM OR THEY - THEM. APPRENTICE OF THUNDERCLAN, NEARING WARRIORHOOD. PENNED BY REVELATIONS.  ———
  
  
  ——  a lanky apprentice with mostly dark brown fur that fades just slightly near the chest, throat, and ears, while the tip of their tail burns with the bright orange tabby flame. his eyes are a deep, rich amber-brown, seeming red, often somewhat critical and cautious but not unkind in expression. he is not terribly tall, but his shoulders are broadening with age and training.
  

  ✦ BLAZESTAR x LITTLE WOLF. LITTERMATE TO SKYPAW, PART OF HOWLINGFAM. MENTORED BY NIGHTBIRD. DOES NOT KNOW ABOUT HIS SKYCLAN HERITAGE. —

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[ROEFLAME .]

ROEFLAME — I fell in love with the fire long ago.

While Roeflame herself had not been blessed with a thick pelt that could keep her warm in the winter, Burnstorm had, and the molly had made it quite clear to him that she would be taking full advantage of it for the next few, cold moons.
The only disadvantage was the comfort she now had to abandon every morning when they got up for the day, the way the cold was a sharp slap to her bones.
Burnstorm had long left to attend to his duties, but Roeflame found she had a morning to herself, not due for her usual obligations until after sun-high.
Dramatically, the tabby emerges from the warriors den with a stagger in her gate, as though the chill had frozen her striped limbs rigid.
By the time she would make her appearance to the world, Freckleflames piles of refuge would have already been built, and Roeflame would stumble onto the scene where her mottled friends head was still buried within them.
Just checkin’ for spiders… the other blatantly lies to Hailstorm, and Roeflame watches almost wistfully as Duskpaw shoulders his way in.
"You know… I think you might need help with that, they are super uh- fast, you know." Roeflame offers, not waiting for a response from anyone before she promptly took a place next to Freckleflame, forepaws pushing apart a small pocket to stuff her upper body into before her entire being would almost disappear quickly, the only sound audible from her small rustles, the sound of rubbing frosty forepaws together in an effort to warm up.
"Oh, yeah we’re gonna have to be here for a while." The small warrior would huff after several heartbeats, though refusing to poke her head back out to speak to anyone in particular.

"speech"

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[braveheart : ̗̀➛]

☀ . ° ✦ The nursery was able to keep warmth insulated rather well while the world outside fell into a frigid scape. It was hard to believe the world could get so cold when Leopardtongue kept them so warm. But the nursery was becoming more of a space for just sleep instead of play now that he was growing. His clumsy paws had sent him crashing and causing too many early den repairs. The camps clearing had the perfect amount of space for his rambunctious play but now the cold made play too hard.

Blue eyes skirted around from warrior to apprentice in boring observation until they rested on a lively pile of leaves. He tried to sneak up quietly the way Foxkit would but he wasn't very good at it. His paws stumbled forward and he tumbled ahead until he was a whisker away and he laughed.

"Do we sleep in leaf dens in leafbare? Can we make a bigger one?"

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  BRAVEKIT — HE/HIM ･ 2 MOONS ･ THUNDERCLAN & KIT ･ PENNED BY beatae!

  A Longhaired chocolate tabby/blue tabby chimera with deep blue eyes. Very thick coat that tangles easily. Paws that seem too big for his little body. Wide fuzzy satellite ears.

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