camp SNOWBURST 𓇼 TERRIBLE INJURY!!!

[RIVERPAW]

༝ ˚ ｡⋆ 𓇼 ⋆｡ ˚ ༝   Riverkit is slower to come out of his shell than his littermates, it would seem. But he's all the more explosive when he does so. Leafbare is no time to be a kitten. His small body is all too vulnerable to the cold. Being outside of the nest is a rarity, but today– today, there is snow, and for the first time since he had been found at the border, curiosity wins over concern. A pale nose pokes out before the white half of his face; kitten-pale eyes slowly turning seafoam green follow a moment later and turn skyward. A flake lands squarely into one of them, and he yelps. When he tumbles, it's face-first out of the nursery and into the downy powder snow that has gathered on the ground just outside.

Both now-cold paws reach up to cover his face as if he'd been grievously wounded, still moaning-crying a quiet, "Owwww....." But the snow has melted now and begins to leak out of a blinking eye as Riverkit sniffles miserably. This clan had taken him in. He was lucky. Smokestar had saved him from a fate he couldn't make sense of there in the snow. But the leader had not saved him from all of leafbare's perils, it would seem.

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𓇼 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀

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• 𓆟. ° .• .𓆝 .• ° . 𓆟  𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐓. HE ╱ THEY. KITTEN OF RIVERCLAN. KINDLING x ﹖ NEPHEW TO SMOKESTAR. PENNED BY REVELATIONS.  ———
  
  
  ——  a messy blue tabby with low white. though small and slimmed down by the chill, riverkit's thick coat will bounce back with time and love. the fragility beneath his fur will dissipate with time. though currently stocky as most kittens are, he will gain some semblance of delicate stature with age. with a steady diet, riverkit may begin to fit into the clan he's so proudly named for.

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[BUMBLENOSE]

Bumblepaw had been roaming the camp after returning from a hunt, her paws leaving light impressions on the snowy ground. The crisp air of leaf-bare surrounded her, and the sight of snow-covered landscapes brought a sense of both wonder and horrible chill. As she ventured near the nursery, her curiosity was piqued by a commotion. Black feathery tail waving high with intrigue as she trotted closer. There, at the entrance, was Riverkit, the young feline who had found his way into their clan. Bumblepaw's eyes widened with amusement as she observed the kitten's tentative exploration of the snowy world. His pale nose poked out, followed by a pair of seafoam green eyes. A truly heartwarming moment seemed to be unfolding before her.

However, concern took control as she witnessed the mishap. A snowflake landing in his eye caused a small yelp, and before she knew it, he tumbled face-first into the ground. The cold powder clung to his fur, and the kitten's moaning-cry filled the air. Oh poor thing. Without hesitation, Bumblepaw hurried to Riverkit's side. She crouched down, her golden gaze filled with both humor and sympathy. "Hey, hey it's okay - see?" She greeted with a gentle purr and aimed to rub her paw against their cheek. "It's just snow and it melts so no need to fret."

Bumblepaw extended her paw again to gently try and brush the snow off Riverkit's small form, offering a comforting presence. She couldn't help but smile at the adorable mishap, realizing that the young kit was learning about the world around him. Not too long ago she had been in their paws.​

 

[shellpaw]

it wasn’t often that they got to play outside, not in this weather. snow drizzles from the sky in wide, fat flurries, clumps of icy white feathering down from the pale smog overhead to dust each riverclanner’s pelt in a fine layer of alabaster. but the winds are easy today, and they are allowed to venture from the nursery themselves. shellkit can hardly contain herself — her stony expression betrays little of it, but her stomping paws do, eager where she tries to weasel her way out of the reed curtain. but riverkit falls, and her inherent proximity causes her to fall with him. she is never far, and where he goes, she had to follow — perhaps he would find it annoying one day. maybe even today, as her downy - furred body sploots over his back where he’s collapsed in the powder white snow.

her paws drive deep into the ice - tipped snow but he broke her fall, as big brothers ought to do, and she is giggling a soft, birdcall sounding thing before she even realizes he is hurt. his face is buried in his paws, and he is moaning a low, pained sound that has velveteen ears lifting in alarm. she clambers upward, sliding against her brothers back a couple of times before finding the footing to tumble off of him and into the snow. immediately her head lowers, sniffing wetly at the side of his head as if she could tell anything other than the fact that he was upset, ” riverkit — riverkit, do you need hazecloud? “ she was only just behind them, likely listening into their little scuffle, but she would go get her nonetheless.

but lo, bumblepaw appears ; willowroot’s child. she resembles the warrior, inherited their soft voice and tender heart. her tail comes to brush riverkit’s pelt clean and the girl watches, entranced by the quick melt of snow. nevertheless, it begins to build on her pelt from the heavens alone, prompting her to shake out her dampening fur, before aiming to crouch in next to her brother and bumblepaw. they’re cozy, warmth emanating from their bodies despite the weather. she nods along to the dark - coated apprentices words, wisely, ” it’s cooold, cold, cold. but not bad. “ she look towards the apprentice, expectant, as if waiting to be told thats right. after all, snow could be fun, if they made it that way.

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 𓇼 𝙎𝙊 𝙎𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙏 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝙊 𝘾𝙊𝙇𝘿

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  SHELLKIT 𓆉 SHE / HER, KITTEN OF RIVERCLAN. KINDLING xx UNKNOWN, NIECE TO SMOKESTAR. TWO MOONS OLD, SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. PENNED BY ANTLERS.
  delicate lilac - striped molly with sugarplum eyes.
  
  she is pallid ; platinum splotched with ribbons of shell - touched cream, wisped ends like memories of a distant shore. feather breath and elderdown fur conceals a body worn fragile by tumultuous youth, too thin in some places and round with baby fat in others. her face is short - muzzled, framed half mast by eyes coined warm, sugared amber ---------- ° ❀ ⋆
  

  currently exhibiting symptoms of whitecough. this includes a running nose, wheezing, sluggishness, and labored breathing. please keep contagion in mind.

  
  

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[Bounceheart]

bounceheart ✧ she/her ✧ riverclan warrior (=˃ᆺ˂=)

Years ago (well, two) she had experienced her first snowfall. Memories of fleeting fear, consolation from her mother, and fully encompassing cold resurfaced with Riverkit's pitiful cry. But she had been much older than these leaf-bare laden kits. Bounceheart would have been apprentice-aged at the time though there was no such thing then.
Brought to rescue too late, they would dig a paw into the snow and lift a pile of it onto their own head. A frosty hat upon grey fur. "Yes, it's okay-" a smile-laced nod to Shellkit, "you can eat it.. if its white, its safe." Obligatory warning, because she had made a mistake of eating dirty snow before. Once it became that nasty slush, you did not even want to touch it. ​

 

[Silverbreath]

*+:｡.｡ "Oh yes, listen to Bounceheart little guppies, she sure snows her stuff" Silverbreath says with a breathy laugh, wishing Carp-paw was around to hear how funny her old man was. "i admire your positivity, Shellkit, it certainly isn't bad, but Starclan it sure is cold!" This he says with clattering teeth, doing his best to stay positive himself although the temptation to complain was very strong. He never liked Leaf-bare, not since he was a kit, an adolescent, or a year ago when he was old enough to try and run away from the falling clouds. Now he was committed to staying within the storm, and he found it mighty difficult as his eel-short fur did nothing to protect him. "You don't mind if I borrow some of your fur, do you Shelly?" Silverbreath would ask, a mischievous smile on his maw before he aims to scoop up the little lilac kitten, plopping her onto his head like some inhospitable den roof Of course, he lowers himself onto the ground so she can easily jump off or scramble away, but if she doesn't fight him he'll let out a pleasant purr, "Look at that my ear-tips have finally thawed!" turning his jovial smile to Riverkit, the tom would reach out his long limbs, wiggling his digits at the sniveling kitten and saying, "What about you Riverkit m'boy? I could use some more fur to warm my paws" the threat of a tickle attack shined in his glowing smile.

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  GENERAL:
  ☮ Silverbreath
  ☮ DMAB— He/Him — Bisexual
  ☮ 35 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☮ Father to Carp-paw, Mentoring Goldenpaw
  ☮ Riverclan — Warrior
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☮Physically hard | mentally hard
  ☮ Attack in bold #7d7d7d
  injuries: None currently

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[RIVERPAW]

༝ ˚ ｡⋆ 𓇼 ⋆｡ ˚ ༝   It's almost impressive, how quickly he abandons his pain. The melting drop of leafbare leaks out of his eye the more that he blinks, hazy vision recognizing Bumblepaw vaguely, but his sister in full. He thinks he'd meant to be grumpy a little longer, in the silly sort of way because she had climbed all over him, left his fur mussed and snow-covered. Instead, he is all too quickly reminded of her fragility instead. "Hey!" Riverkit calls, still blinking quickly as he scrambles entirely upright. His paws spread and his shoulders lower into a posture of wary defiance, prepared to shout at the warrior to put her down! and be careful! But Silverbreath sinks down a little bit and he finds that he's not that bothered by it all. As long as she isn't, anyway.

"You're just gonna go get them cold again anyway," he points out slowly. He doesn't go warm his paws, but neither does he start more of a fight than he already had. In a moment of childish petulance, he does dust some of the lightly fallen snow back towards the warrior. Not quite on top of him, at least. "Does snow come in other colors?"

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𓇼 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀

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• 𓆟. ° .• .𓆝 .• ° . 𓆟  𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐓. HE ╱ THEY. KITTEN OF RIVERCLAN. KINDLING x ﹖ NEPHEW TO SMOKESTAR. PENNED BY REVELATIONS.  ———
  
  
  ——  a messy blue tabby with low white. though small and slimmed down by the chill, riverkit's thick coat will bounce back with time and love. the fragility beneath his fur will dissipate with time. though currently stocky as most kittens are, he will gain some semblance of delicate stature with age. with a steady diet, riverkit may begin to fit into the clan he's so proudly named for.

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[Moonbeam]

"I've seen it turn brown by the water's edge." Moonpaw would offer as she moved over, catching the last of the conversation. Snow mixed with water and the mud that coated the area caused the snow to quickly turn to a brown slush and she was sure mud was not something that the kits would enjoy eating, let alone Hazecloud being happy with the consumption. "It can be rolled up like a moss-ball sometimes too." The snow-colored apprentice would muse as she looked towards the kittens. There was a lot she had learned about the snow this leafbare, some things she hadn't thought about when hearing stories of it before.

I WISH PLANT LIFE ꕥ WOULD GROW ALL AROUND ME

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• MOONPAW formerly Ratpaw || NPC x NPC || sister to Rowanpaw || apprentice to Ravensong.
  -- She/Her || 8 moons old, ages every 17th
  -- smaller than average, small rounded ears. SH white masking cinnamon torbie with orange eyes.
  -- soft-spoken, often found humming, tries to comfort others by smiling

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[Lilacbird]

she didn't much care for leafbare. the snow being pretty was about the only thing it had going on; the cold, lack of food, and everything else it had to inhibit from the struggling clan was enough to leave distaste on lilacbirds tongue. she hated everything that came with leafbare.

even when she was younger, her first was bitter, cold, but back then she had spirit. shed bury herself in it, throw snowballs at unsuspecting victims in the marsh colony... and even had gotten sick a few times from the bitter cold that currently bit at her nose.

the cry of a kit had her perking her rounded fluffy head in alarm, a front paw lifting as she paused everything to make sure the child was okay. quickly, othere were doing the same. though, she wanted to avoid the group, and continue on her way, she couldnt help but pause and roll a snowball up that moonpaw talked about. she'd gently roll it closer to riverkit, before picking it up and offering it to the other. "you can throw it if you want, it's super soft."



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[hazecloud]

While Riverkit had needed the most attention into coaxing out of the nursery, Hazecloud hadn't minded it much. There were plenty days were all four of them were cooped up behind sedge walls between his shyness and Shellkit's ice-slick lungs, and of course Pebblekit refused to go anywhere without one of them beside him. The trio were thicker than a knot of reeds and it pleased her to see that, despite their arrival they were growing so strong.

Hazecloud hadn't been far behind Riverkit as he bravely made his first pawsteps outside the den. She didn't want to sour his exploration by hovering, opting to keeping herself a safe distance if she needed to intervene but she wanted them to feel confident in their independence. Certainly not because she was only sunrises away from delivering her own litter and she was beginning to feel her weight more sluggishly now. When she heard his gentle whine, an attentive gaze remained. Discovering the poor side effects of snowfall, and his Clanmates were quick to comfort him. Silverbreath went the route of distracting humor, but was no match for Riverkit's stubbornness.

"Try not to be tempted little treasures, we won't go so hungry that we need to eat any snow." Hazecloud sighed tiredly once the distance finally closed with her behind the blue tabby tomkit. "Moonpaw's idea is much better, we can teach you all how to make snow-mossballs instead. Then we'll eat some real prey after, does that sound good?" ​