camp sing me to sleep // hibernating

[Chamomilefur.]

IS IT BAD IF I WANTED YOUR HAND ?​

chamomilepaw | 10 months | genderfluid | any pronouns | physically medium | mentally easy | attack in bold #ffff99​

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The great lump of fur that is chamomilepaw is sleeping soundly, sprawled out in the center of camp. The winter chill and lack of prey lately making him sleepy, lethargic. He's been there all day in fact - from dawn till dusk. Certainly, he'd been out all day yesterday, but this was a bit excessive, wasn't it? The mountain of golden hued fur simply lies there on his back, belly turned skywards, only the soft rise and fall of his chest to show he's even alive.

// feel free to have y/c try and wake him up however you'd like!

 

[Minnowpaw]

( ♬ ) Paws of silver wisps would carry Minnowpaw into camp, a bundle of fresh moss clasped within her jaws and her face was glowing with content as she made her way towards one of her favorite duties, replacing the elder's nests.

However, the young molly had not accounted for one of her denmates to simply be laying in the middle of the camp in her path, and she sadly would realize too late as she walked right into Chamomilepaw's sleeping form. Letting out a yelp of shock and dropping her bundles, moss scattering out everywhere.

Minnowpaw would scramble to her paws, her face flushed a deep scarlet red as she became a stammering mess, "O-OH I'M S-S-O SORRY! I should h-have been watching where I w-was going." Once she was back on her paws, her copper gaze would look her denmate over as she whimpered, "Oh star...I-I didn't hurt you...or....did I?...S-Should I get Beesong?..." ​

( BUT I WATCH YOUR EYES AS SHE; WALKS BY )

 

[honeypaw]

honeypaw was oblivious to seemingly anything as she strode through camp, fluffy tail lightly dragging on the snowy ground as she moved. a rounded head was held high as she glanced around, looking for something to busy herself with. collecting rocks or shells was out of the picture. the frostiness of the earth made it both unpleasant and more difficult, and one could only craft so many nests until their paws bled. so, she settled on finding someone to talk to.

her eyes caught sight of the silver pelted minnowpaw as she walked. a small grin appeared on her face as she decided to approach her fellow apprentice. "hey, minnowpaw!" she chirped, still making a quite bouncy approach. she wasn't looking at the ground, or anywhere near it. cream tinted paws caught on something fluffy and she tripped. honeypaw didn't fall all the way to the ground, instead catching her footing and shaking out her fur, looking a little dazed. blue eyes glanced down to see her sibling flopped on his back in a peaceful slumber. "uh... cam?" she questioned, crouching down and prodding him with a gentle paw. while she was down, patches of moss caught her eye. that mixed with minnowpaw's dismayed expression, she could only assume her sleeping rock of a littermate had caused the mess. a humored smile appeared on her face, as she reached out and around to gather the moss dropped by minnowpaw. "nevermind the lump of fur, here's these back for ya," she said, offering a neat pile of minnowpaw's moss back to her.

one issue now tackled, she had time to think about chamomilepaw's current state. now that she thought about it, he had been out cold for what felt like days. if he had awaken in that time, she hadn't noticed. concern swam through her gaze but the tabby wasn't too worried. she kind of understood it. although she may seem like she had an endless supply of energy, the colder and shorter the days got, the more she wanted to just sleep. "i know you're tired, but maybe this isn't the best place for a nap," she said as she poked him again with an outstretched paw. "should we try movin 'em? it can't be comfortable out here," the molly asked minnowpaw with a slightly tilted head. ​

[ ONE HAZY PANOPLY ]​

 

[Harry Styles]

A S H P A W.

Ashpaw is next to approach, once again tailing Minnow and Honey. She jerks back from Minnowpaw's stumble, ears pinned to her skull, and then Honeypaw trips too—!

Ashpaw luckily manages to catch herself, stopping short of tripping over Honeypaw's "lump of fur" of a brother. "He's out cold," she says with a little bit of awe. Slammed into, tripped over, and now poked and prodded, and he's still sleeping soundly as ever!

Her wide green eyes furrow as wonder becomes concern—Minnowpaw makes a good point. Maybe they should get Beesong.

Honeypaw suggests trying to move him. Ashpaw tilts her head. She's no medicine cat, but she does hear things. And she remembers hearing something about not moving cats who get pa... paralizzed...?

She doesn't know what that word means either, exactly, but she has a hunch that it's a lot like this.

"No, I don't think so. I think he'll die if we move him," she says confidently. "We should get Beesong."
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—— " i found gold in the wreckage "

✦ ooc ✦ character information ✦ recent events

• she's... helping
• - 6 month old orange tabby with green eyes
  - apprenticed to lead warrior willowroot
  - happy-go-lucky, mischievous, hardworking
  - very friendly, but defensive of riverclan!
  - "speech"
• - disclosed being physically and emotionally abused by Spiderfall, who was exiled & who then killed her best friend
  - spent a couple months depressed
  - returned to ic/ooc activify

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[Chamomilefur.]

IS IT BAD IF I WANTED YOUR HAND ?​

chamomilepaw | 10 months | genderfluid | any pronouns | physically medium | mentally easy | attack in bold #ffff99​

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A quiet grumble and another soft snore is the boys only reaction to the other bumping into him. As his sister joins in the attempts to wake him up, poking and prodding, the tom simply rolls over, tail flicking to try and bat her away as he mumbles something unintelligible - likely telling her to go away, or to let him sleep. He's warm and comfy - he doesn't want to wake up yet! He doesn't even notice the other two, nor does her remember that he's not in his new den.

// fun fact - did you know cats can sleep up to 20 hours straight in the wintertime? <3