ONE SUNNY DAY ⌞CLOUDS⌝

[FOXFANG.]

The patrol is, all in all, a success. By no means enough to fill every belly in camp, but he's caught enough prey that their kittypets will not wither away (no matter how much they might deserve to) and it's left him in a pleasant mood as they make the long trek back to camp. A fat squirrel hangs loosely in his jaws, and he's given one of the apprentices the vole he'd pinned down as well. Through the crowded canopy, a bright sun dapples their footsteps and warms his pelt in increments. This deep in their territory, with a full patrol around him. . . it's easy to forget the difficulties of this life.

(For a moment, he looks at this with the wonder of a kittypet; a grand adventure, a beautiful story. Not a matter of life and death.)

Fluffy clouds peek through but never obscure the light. Trusting the others not to let him stumble over roots or into a trunk, Foxfang watches them as they walk. One in particular catches his attention– a large, boxy cloud, or maybe two stacked atop each other? The edges both flare out in pointy bits like thorns, and the warrior laughs around his mouthful of prey. His shoulder jostles into his sister's, nodding her attention up to the sky. "'ook," he says, muffled. "T'at's you."

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄  ╱ 𝐈𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 ﹠𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓 ⌞6.20⌝ 𓃥

• OOC. villain bonding encouraged! :D @REDFLOWER but no need to wait
• 𝐅𝐎𝐗𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆. HE - HIM - HIS. YOUNG WARRIOR OF THUNDERCLAN. —————— the child of marsh colony cats, foxfang has grown into a fine young warrior. . . by some standards. he is bold and brave and very opposed to kittypets within the forest. both impressionable and easily impressed, he seeks closeness with those who seem important and is easily molded to their perspective.  ╱  PENNED BY REVELATIONS
  
  a long-limbed black tabby and chocolate chimera with large swathes of white. his fur is overall short, aside from a thicker "mane" around his throat and an odd tuft on his nose. his eyes are an intense amber-orange.

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[POPPYFOOT]

-ˋˏ ೋ- The canopy stamped the cloud-muddled sky from below, propped up by shadowy boughs. Having stalked along a wider loop, Poppyfoot had taken a little longer to regroup with the rest of the hunting party. Their only catch was a small robin, its brown wings askew. While not one to doubt his abilities, the tom scowled- he'd wanted to set a strong example for the kittypets in camp. When they caught sight of Foxfang and his sizable squirrel though, the warrior’s confidence bled back into their posture. He should’ve known the others would pull through.

They let loose an appreciative trill as greeting, catching up to their siblings in a few hurried strides. It took a beat following his brother's gaze to understand his muffled quip. When Poppyfoot did, a huff shot from his marbled nose.

A glib glance slid to Redflower. "Defini’ly got your ears, " He confirmed, before loosening his hold on his prey to speak cleanly. Head tilted in assessment, they blinked through dappled sunlight. "That one there looks like the Great Sycamore. Or maybe a wonky twoleg." He'd never seen a twoleg up close, but the silhouette was burnt into his mind's eye.

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• poppykit / poppypaw; POPPYFOOT — he/they
  — thunderclan warrior
  — 14 moons / ages every 15th
  — NPC x NPC - sibling to Redflower, Foxfang
  — nonchalant, self-satisfied, sociable, spiteful, cowardly, loyal to a select few
  ↳ penned by detectlife
  
  Poppyfoot is small but lanky, their pelt a dense mahogany. White scrawls up one of his front paws and chest, merging with the irregular markings on his face. Ash-green eyes peer at those who pass with scrutiny.
  
  ↳ chocolate tom with low white​

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[Smokefur]

A rather plump vole hangs limp in his jaws, a victim claimed by overly sharp claws. It felt nice to be out here, with decent clanmates. He wouldn't call any of them a friend, but at least they were pure Thunderclanners. As Poppyfoot rejoined their patrol, Smokfur offered the tom a small nod. While the small robin wouldn't feed many, at least it was enough to toss towards the queens and kits. The vole wasn't much, but the bird he had went after had been too quick. But birds were mostly feathers anyways, so he wasn't too worried about it. If the queens needed more food for their kits, they could go out and hunt.

The smoke hued tom padded ahead of the group, feeling slightly awkward that he was patrolling with the three siblings. He and Darkthistle were not close like they were...he couldn't remember a time when they had been. Their jokes and jabs at each other went on until Smokefur felt too awkward to be quiet. He didn't know how to joke around, Ravenstrike had drilled into him that amusement and having fun were for weaklings.

Golden orbs look up at the sky, trying to figure out how the clouds looked like Redflower, or the Great Sycamore. To him, they just looked like clouds. His eyes narrowed, and his nose twitched. "Huh." He paused, his gaze resting firmly on a large one above him. "That one looks like the High Rock I guess." Did it? It was oddly shaped to maybe pass as what he claimed.

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• SMOKEFUR ✩ he/him, warrior of thunderclan, 14 moons
  ⭃ lh blue ticked tabby / blue smoke chimera with yellow eyes. mentored by ravenstrike
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Icey ! ↛ @icefang65 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[REDFLOWER]

Some of her recent ire has melted away. The day is too perfect. Redflower is patrolling with siblings, with friends, and her catch today is a plump rabbit that takes nearly all of her strength to pull along with her. Her jaw aches from the effort, but the knowledge that it will feed her Clan — even those in her Clan who do not deserve it — keeps her head held high. Foxfang and Poppyfoot's jaws are laden with fresh-kill, and Smokefur drifts nearby, holding his own, as always, even as a newer warrior. They've more than proven their worth, no matter what Roeflame says!

Redflower stirs from her thoughts as Foxfang nudges her. "That's you," he purrs, and gestures loosely toward the bit of sky they can see through the forest canopy. Redflower looks, peering carefully through the leaves. There is an uncanny resemblance — her cheek fur sticks out just the same way, she has to admit! — and she laughs through her mouthful of rabbit. "L've it to you t'find som'thin' like 'at," she responds, muffled.

Poppyfoot's cloud is strained, and they wonder aloud about the possibility of it being some sort of deformed Twoleg. Redflower snickers and drops her kill, letting her neck loll about in temporary freedom. "It's certainly ugly enough to be one," she agrees. Smokefur finds one that looks like the Highrock, and Redflower purses her lips, searching the skies for something comparable. "Ooh — look! That one looks like a squirrel with no tail! Someone ate that part, I guess." She smiles Smokefur's way, a brilliant smile that she reserves for a very small, fortunate few.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Redkit . Redpaw . Redflower, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 14 moons old, ages realistically on the 15th.
  — mentored by NPC ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — thunderclan warrior. npc x npc, gen 1.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh tortoiseshell with low white and pale yellow eyes. bright, spiteful, impressionable.
  
  

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