pafp the cold never bothered me anyway / prompt

[FOXTAIL]

The sun can be quite deceiving, can't it? It's a clear day here in RiverClan— not a single cloud in the sky, the sun shining brightly. But despite the perfectly clear sky, it's cold, and snow crunches beneath his paws. He feels relieved that there is no cold breeze brushing against his fur, as even with a thick warm coat— those days can be brutal. He pads through camp, and his green eyes briefly land on the apprentice's den. He comes to a pause, noticing an apprentice still bundled up in a nest— isn't it nearly sun high? Maybe some cats aren't as euthanistic about the nice weather today?

The young warrior finds himself padding over to the den, his eyes falling upon Nettlepaw. Foxtail blinks in surprise. Nettlepaw was the last apprentice Foxtail would've expected to be in the apprentices den this late. He notes how the apprentice has seemed to bundle himself up in the nest, the nests were definitely a lot more warmer then being in the middle of camp or RiverClan territory. The dens shelters them from the harsh elements, most of them that is. It can't exactly eliminate the cold temperatures. "Nettlepaw, what are you still doing in your nest?" Foxtail hopes he doesn't catch the apprentice by surprise, "It's a great day out! It's the perfect day to try to hunt some land prey." He remembers how well Nettlepaw caught that robin a few days ago, it was quite impressive!

The sun shines throughout the camp, and while Nettlepaw can't physically see how nice of a day it is, Foxtail is certain the apprentice will tell by the lack of breeze and snow once out of the apprentice's den. The nice weather conditions made hunting more favorable, maybe Foxtail will be able to catch some land prey this time around. He can only hope so. "A hunting patrol is going out soon— how about you join it with me?"​

₊ ⋆ * ⊹ ₊ —— 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦

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  credit to raphaelion for the artwork <3
  
• Foxtail

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  warrior
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: tbd
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to nopeita for the pixel <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green
  pelt: torbie
  fur length: long
  parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
  14 moons
  

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[Nettlepaw-]

NETTLEPAW ♂
RIVERCLAN
APPRENTICE
FOUR MOONS
BLIND IN BOTH EYES
BIOGRAPHY AND TAGS
APPRENTICED TO PIKESPLASH
PLAYED BY SHEOGORATH​

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He's not normally asleep so late, but recent events have weighed heavily upon the young tom. His fight with Pikesplash, his rush through the freezing rain (which had left him sick for a few days), and his irritation with Shadestone and a few other apprentices, like Valepaw and Robinpaw. All in all, it's been a rough few weeks, so when Nettlepaw had gotten back from the dawn patrol, he had slipped into his nest to warm up, and promptly fell into a dreamless slumber. It's Foxtail's voice that shakes him awake, and the apprentice blinks sightless eyes of aquatic green, stretching out in his mossy bedding for a few moments, before a yawn strains his jaws.

"Yeah. Sure." His reply is stale, flat. Bland like fresh-kill that has been sitting out over night. The apprentice yawns a second time, before finally pushing himself to his paws, and stumbling out of his nest. He makes his way toward the mouth of the den, and as he steps outside, he can feel the warmth of the sun against his creamy pelt. It had turned out to be a nice day, after all. "It's still cold." He complains with a sigh. Even without snow and clouds, leaf-bare offered little mercy. "When's the patrol leaving?" Nettlepaw asks, taking a seat outside of the apprentice's den to begin grooming his tangled fur.
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[DAWNSTORM]

die with memories , not dreams .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Dawnstorm watched from afar, nibbling away at a small piece of fish when the promise of hunting drew his interest, head cocked with a curious hum. His dual optics squinted, clambering onto his paws to pad over. He was unfamiliar with both, but their names were easy to remember. “Hunting.” He spoke, peering at the two with bland hues, offering a pitiful smile toward Foxtail, looking more like a grimace than anything remotely like a smile. “Can I join?” I didn’t do that right. He nearly pouted, bottom lip jutting out subtly, tongue peeking out to lip at dark lips, covering the childish action before anyone noticed. ​

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thought speech​

 

[DEWCLOUD]

Hunting is alright, Dewcloud supposes. He liked it well enough back in his days as part of the Ripple Colony — or, at least, when he was able to catch something without disappointing the elder council that used to watch over the lot of them. Nowadays, as he gets used to the shift in weather, the shift in his name, the gray tom finds himself struggling with learning how to hunt like a RiverClanner — like Dewcloud, rather than like Dew.

Even so, talk of a hunting patrol rising above the chill in the air piques his interest, a soft gaze shifting toward the RiverClanners who speak of it — a warrior speaking to a paw just emerging from his den. Cold, the paw complains about, and Dewcloud wonders if he must complain too, if the semblance of warmth his thick fur provides him is out of the ordinary for RiverClan's cats. It's Kaede's voice — Dawnstorm's voice — that causes the warrior to move ahead, frost-clouded paws striding over to the trio.

" A hunting patrol? Isn't it too cold? " he echoes, gaze shifting to the blind child, before settling on the RiverClan warrior. Had he done correctly, asking of the weather? Worrying about the frost that once covered his former home, weather that the elders would've worried about for him? Is that what the clan wants him to do? Dewcloud shifts on his paws, gray plumage idly swaying behind him.

" If Dawnstorm gets to go, can I go too? " He might as well, if it aids in learning their ways. ​