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[Clambite]

Clambite looked around the camp. She was done with her duties for the day.... The patrols, the hunting..... And without a task to set her mind to, she was left to her own devices.

A bored Clambite was a dangerous Clambite, and she was BORED. Claws kneaded the ground below her as she tried to contain the rising feeling inside..... The feeling that she needed to run. Just, burst into a sprint and run laps around the camp. She wanted to RUN AND FIGHT.

WHERE WAS RIVERCLAN WHEN SHE NEEDED THEM MOST!!!!

She wasn't strong enough. Giving in, she sprung into a sprint and started zipping around the camp in all directions. She was unstoppable. Eventually she would have to dodge past cats, but what if she just tackled them instead???? Who would be her victim....

She tunnel visioned onto a poor soul and came BARRELING IN, colliding with her fellow clanmate.

"RRRRRRRRRRRRGHG"


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[TIGERFROST]

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His toes are numb, and the wind stings his nose. Nonetheless, the taste of rabbit's blood upon his tongue is enough to drive him onward with a satisfied glimmer to his flaming eyes. A successful hunt, which meant more bellies would be filled. The melting snow had been a blessing, and with StarClan warning Sootstar of any lurking threats, Tigerfrost is starting to get the feeling that WindClan's luck was turning. The sick that had survived would recover, and no cat would starve. Perhaps, one might dare to say that Tigerfrost was in one of his rare good moods.

The rabbit hangs heavily from his jaws as the long-legged Warrior prowls back into camp, head and tail high despite his fatigue and cold, aching bones. His eyes narrow upon the fresh-kill pile, steadily marching his way over so that he might drop off his catch. Truthfully, he hadn't been paying much attention to his surroundings. Who could imagine an ambush in the middle of their own camp, after all? And with the sounds of his own clan-mates chattering peacefully around him, the brute could never have suspected that he'd be attacked.

Nonetheless, it happens.

Something collides with him from the side, and the first sensation he feels is shock, eyes wide and a growl ripping from his throat. The second thing he feels is confusion about just what exactly was going on. This was no playful kitten going after his ankles, no, this was an adult just as big as he was, and with intentions unknown. Tigerfrost hits the ground, immediately rolls onto his back, and kicks out with his muscular hind legs as he aims to throw his attacker over his head before he can be pinned or otherwise harmed.

It's only after he's rolled onto his belly to peer at the enemy that he realizes it's another WindClan cat, and not some would-be assassin. Though, with all of the recent exiles, Tigerfrost can't help the paranoia that seeps into his eyes as he glares. The rabbit had been flung unceremoniously from his jaws, and now rested in the cold dirt nearby. Forcing himself his paws, the chimera shakes out his bristling fur and let's out a serpentine hiss.

"Are you mouse-brained? What are you doing?" The demand tears from his jaws, seeking an explanation. Was this some kind of prank? If so, it was a good way to get an eye ripped out!​

 

[coalfoot]

———————————————【 coalfoot | windclan | male 】——————————————

【◈】While he still wasn't in the best shape he'd ever been, Coalfoot, along with the other cats in the badger set, had been deemed well enough to resume their role in the Clan. Since then he had done his best to keep up with the rest, but it was still a process and he often found himself frustrated by the gap that had grown between their capabilities. Even still, he wouldn't give up. He owed that much, at least.

Coalfoot was in camp, busying himself with clearing away the snow that blanketed the clearing. With the temperature rising, it had begun to turn into an unholy mess of slush and mud in some spots, and he feared another cold night turning it to ice. There wasn't a great deal to clear out, considering most of it had been crushed into the earth by busy paws coming and going, but he found it better than sitting around.

A swift patter of paws was enough to make him look up, the dark tom's ears perking and tracking Clambite's sudden race. For a moment his paws itched to join her - it had been quite some time now since he'd had a good run - but then she redirected, careening straight for an unsuspecting Tigerfrost. "Careful-!" he yelped, but it was too late.

He couldn't help but grimace at the impact and the tabby's (justified, really) response. Upon realizing the lack of real threat, a small smile tugged at his lips, humor bubbling up within. Coalfoot couldn't help himself. The warrior giggled, soon morphing into laughter until he had to pause and suck in a breath. He wasn't sure when he had last laughed like that, and it felt good.

"Are you okay?" he called out at last, paws carrying him over to the crime scene.

[penned by its_oliverr].

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[SNAILSTRIDE]

In a small part of the camp where the slush had been stomped away, the classic tabby rested on the slightly damp floor. They only paid half attention to the world around them, listening to the noise of playing kittens and barking orders with disinterest. Snailpaw's eyes only snapped completely open when an amorphous blur zoomed past them, causing them to sit upright at a speed seldom seen by the laidback feline. It didn't take long to recognise the shape of a cat sprinting about and to pin the colouration and speed on his sister, Clambite. There was an unpredictability to their family that left Snailpaw on edge: all three siblings had their own quirks and oddities that made them stand out from the rest of WindClan, and wanting to know what eccentricity Clambite would choose today, they watched for her next move intently. Their mouth gapes incredulously as she intentionally crashes into Tigerfrost, but when the scarred cat responds aggressively, the apprentice hopped to their feet and sprinted over. There's a brief worry that Tigerfrost was going to hurt her, instead, he just chastises her.

He shot a glance toward Tigerfrost, eyes narrowed at the tone the tabby took with his sister. Then, a burst of raucous laughter erupted in the camp, and those brief moments of defensive anger melted away. Their white muzzle twitched at first, then a smile appeared, then, a full-on toothy grin, their own chuckles filling the tense air around them. They'd admit, Tigerfrost's reaction was pretty funny. He was a dangerous creature, but being alarmed by Clambite was like being scared of a tiny little bee. Sure, she could do damage, especially with those jaws (as their poor ears had found out frequently as a kit), but to her hive, she was as happy as one could be. Rubbing the corner of a sleep-crusted eye, Snailpaw moved towards Clambite, hoping to lean against her as soon as she'd found her footing again. "Hahahahahaha you should see the look on your face! The great Tigerfrost, caught off guard by yours truly." they mewed towards Tigerfrost, finally able to meet the warrior's eye with family present. A white-socked paw was pointed toward Clam as they mentioned her. "Good target, Clammy! What made you pick him? Was it that tasty rabbit in his mouth? That brooding look?" He asked, eyes wide with curiosity.



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[MALLOWLARK]

Boredom struck all cats quite differently, he supposed. For him- well, it was the picking-clean of some prey, or picking up some leftovers, and finding something else to do with the offal. Running was just as good, he supposed- especially if you were good at it! And a lot of Windclanners were good at it. The moor dictated it so, he'd learned for as long as he'd lived here! To survive in open fields. to pursue bounding and swift prey, you had to be fast.

Grin blazing bright as noon sun, laughter soon burs loud and tumultuous from his maw as he witnessed the confrontation between Tigerfrost and Clambite. Cackling rose, wove through the wind with the dandelion-clocks, surfed upon the breeze- toppled, broke, screeched. Bird-of-prey-call, leaping from his wide grin; for what a sight! That collision, the crashing of bodies- the yell of distaste! Not something you saw every day, certainly- spicing up what might have been monotonous.

Symphony with Snailpaw, he laughed in unison, swaying on the spot- he lurched so much in his laughter that it looked almost as if his eyes might bug right out of his head. "HAH- h-hahahaha! Oh, I- needed that!" he chirped, inky paw pointing at Tigerfrost before moving to cover his maw. Still, the sound of his giggles did not subside or muffle. "I can die HAH-happy now," a lie that only brought more leaping laughter from him. Exaggeration, perhaps, but- how else could he capture what pure, liquid amusement he had just witnessed! ​

[ PENNED BY PIN ]​

 

[Clambite]

No sooner did she launch at her victim did he toss her off, landing her on her back. She quickly rolled to her feet, still shaking with ENERGY.

"I NEEDED AN OUTLET. I AM A VESSEL FOR UNCONTROLLABLE ENERGY." She explained to Tigerfrost. "You were just in the right place at the right time!"

She shook the slush from her pelt. The sound of her clanmates laughter made her happy, these cats were always so grumpy or gloomy. SOMEONE had to lighten things up around here.

"Hee hee..... Tigerfrost just has that kind of face." She said to Snailpaw, playfully sticking her tongue out at her victim and wiggling her tail happily.

"You okay, Tigerfrost? I didn't break any bones, did I?" She asked Tigerfrost, acknowledging that she did kind of just bowl into him head on. She would feel bad if she actually hurt him. She doubted it, but still.
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[TIGERFROST]

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Were they laughing? At him? He scowls, of course, bitter faced and narrowed eyes. The cackles of his clan-mates only serve to make him feel as if he's got a fire burning beneath his fur, despite the chill of the wintry air. Sure, he was okay, all ruffled fur and muddy paws, but that didn't change the fact that tensions in WindClan were already high, and Tigerfrost could have hurt Clambite. Badly. Well, at least everyone else got to enjoy their good mood afterward, because Tigerfrost's had been officially ruined.

Luckily for them, he won't snap or growl. With all the recent exiles and death, even one so grumpy as the chimera understood that morale was important. He just wishes Clambite had chosen someone else to tackle. Fiery eyes shift across Coalfoot, Snailpaw, and Mallowlark, before coming to rest once again upon Clambite.

"You should ask someone to race Rabbit's Run with you." A simply spoken suggestion that would get Clambite out of camp and out of the way. Rabbit's Run was akin to WindClan's racetrack, after all. Why waste time potentially endangering your clan-mates within the camp itself when one could sprint the territory instead? Better yet, why not just go for a hunt? A border patrol? A training exercise. Something a bit more beneficial than darting about the clearing like some child. Oh, he could be venomous. He could be cold. Instead, Tigerfrost's expression is akin to stone, unreadable, much like his flat, grunted words.

He doesn't acknowledge the questions, isn't in the mood for discussion anymore, and certainly not willing to admit that his shoulder felt a bit stiff from the impact. They'd be teasing him for days over a bruised joint. Snarky little weasels. The tall, long-legged tabby just makes his way over to the rabbit that was thrown into the dirt, where he brushes the soil from it's fur before grasping it between his jaws, moving to drop it upon the fresh-kill pile at last.
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[LAMBCURL.]

"Oh..." Around and around she goes. Breakneck speed, fur that dances. Her movement is so strangely and absurdly like anything he's ever seen. At least– for someone well and grown, that is. Lambcurl follows her to the best of his ability. His eyes spin, and then, so too does his head. The world has already been someone blurry. Always. So that, he hardly even noticed it didn't look how it was already meant to. But Clambite herself was a blur. So sorely sticking out from the flat faces around her.

Then, she collides– they collide. Unstoppable force meets an immovable object. Oh, the tom could not be shaken. He strikes without a sweat, crisis averted so smoothly. Nearly, Lambcurl considered jumping before him, a sacrifice to the cause. But Tigerfrost is so much faster than him... He stares, eyes wider than before. It hurts, though. It hurts... The angels smile too brightly. This snow...

And Tigerfrost is spinning, spinning. It's so distracting, he couldn't even pay attention to Snailpaw, or the cackling he knew was Mallowlark's. They're all laughing now. He's not sure... not suer if he finds that fair. Dizzying blinks, wetness catches in the corners of his eyes. All this spinning– unceremoniously, Lambcurl sits back on his haunches, and now he's rubbing his face. No, he's sure Clambite couldn't break anything... "Oh, who...?" Rabbit's Run, he... There were stars bouncing around his head. "I can go..." And belatedly, he realizes it would Clambite, of all of them. It only matters a bit. Just a little bit... He would have offered either-which-way. Kindly, he blinks at the cat in question. Though he makes a show of stretching his legs, if only to communicate that they would never really compare to a moor runner's.​

 

[Firefang]

Firepaw really really really dislikes Clambite, sure she was a warrior she earned her name but she was always extremely annoying always meddling in whenever she was trying to have some fun or well picking fun at Snailpaw. Also she can't help but find this hyperactive display shameful, she could be putting that energy to use rather then causing a commotion in camp, she was a warrior not some kit and this was being tolerated? Seriously, how was she ever even made a warrior in the first place with this little discipline. Firepaw herself longs often more then usual to let loose to run the length of the moors and to bask in their glory, but her wounds still hold her back a good degree she has to stave off her speed lest she wanted to tear them anymore to the point they risked infection. Also simply put she doesn't want to be around Dandelionwish as much as she can prevent it.

She cringes watching the older she-cat crash right into Tigerfrost , the fact so many of her clanmates found such a sight funny was beyond her, Tigerfrost wasn't a warrior to laugh at he wasn't dopey Badgermoon or the relaxed Sunstride Starclan he was someone to be intimidated of not the type to unwititngly pull into nonsense! Her tail lashes as she comes storming over, sure a little levity was needed lately but he shouldn't be the victim of it and Clambite should watch where she was going. ❝What are you some big overgrown kit who still needs to suckle on mommy? Can't control yourself?❞ she hissed wedging her way in besides Snailpaw ❝You could've hurt him mousebrain! Could've hurt anybody, even if there's nothin' but air rattlin' in that skull of yours it still would hurt to be hit with!❞ and that's really what bothers her the idea of her hurting somebody with her clumsiness, she could've hurt herself too and might've even deserved it if Tigerfrost decided to treat her like an enemy if she didn't slam into the ground face first anyway to begin with. Tigerfrost brings up the Rabbit run and she gestures with her head ❝Yeah go there, before your idiocy spreads❞ she cringes in disgust at her former peer as if to further the idea she was infectious.
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( PLACE ME IN MY CASKET TONIGHT ; BECAUSE IM ALREADY DYING INSIDE )