the unknown | guarding, intro

[THAWMASK]

જ➶ This storm, this blizzard is worrisome. Annoying. Bothersome. Irksome. Every some that he can think of. That's what it is. A slow ghostly breath leaves him as he sits there at the entrance of the camp wishing he was anywhere else but freezing his fur off. Yet he is supposed to be guarding the camp for the moment. Seeing if the patrols come back alive and well. Hopefully, he guessed. The snow whips against his face and he shakes himself, throwing the fine dusting against the wind. His muzzle parts as if he can catch any scents but of course there is nothing but the bitter sharpness of the cold wind. His ears pull back as he glances to the rest of the camp behind him and slowly he rises to his paws. Shaking himself once more he the steps a little bit inside the boundaries of camp and his golden eyes narrow a bit as he curls his tail around himself. Well whatever, he has a few more moments before he can do something else. Like go to sleep. That is what he wants to do the most anyway.

Slowly he closes his eyes, debating on just going to his nest now.​

 

[Brackenpaw]

She knows that she's not supposed to be going out of camp without Scorchstar, and they don't intend to. She was just curious to see who was mad enough to go out in this weather, at least of the moor-runners. They assumed things would be better in the tunnels, they may feel a little damp but wouldn't they be more insulated in a storm like this? She squints from where they sit in camp, being a tunneler at least adjusted her eyes admist the debris like this, at least there wasn't any sun peaking through the cloud covered sky to blind her. Her eyesight was sensitive enough due to the tunnels, they imagine that the blinding visual of the sun on snow would be just too much. With a grimace she trudges through the snow within the camp bounds, stopping before the tunnel that leads to the rest of the territory. Where thawmask stood.... Watch? Or rather stood resting.

The snort that escapes them is loud and unflattering, they don't particularly care as she approaches the warrior. "You're sleeping? Seriously? In weather like this?" She assumed that surely must not be the case. They settle on their haunches next to him and glance at the would be guard skeptically with a flick of a very large ear. "Is it not cold enough to keep you awake?" This is a sincere question, despite what the incredulous look she gives him says.

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  Brackenpaw ✩ They/she, tunneler apprentice, 12 moons
  
  
  ⸙ A scowling, tiny calico who still needs to grow into her ears.
  ⸙ Mentored by Scorchstar | Formally mentored by Bluefrost.
  ⸙ Speech, thoughts, attacking.
  ⸙ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ( underline and tag when attacking ).
  ⸙ All opinions are IC only.
  penned by Juice.
  

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[Mallowtail]

The sight of Thawmask dozing off causes a slight chuckle to leave her lips as they flick to Brackenpaw. "It seems as though someone is enjoying the weather," she responds with a purr, walking up to the other two. The snowstorm didn't seem to bother the chocolate classic tabby enough if he was finding it easy to drift off to sleep here, but who was she to judge? As long as he was happy and healthy, it didn't harm her in any way. It was nice seeing others being able to relax with the frigid weather and a rough start of leafbare that hit them early. A honey brown gaze shifts back to Thawmask for a moment to see how he responds and/or reacts to Brackenpaw's question.

"Ahh- I'm jealous of everyone with long coats..." Mallowtail mumbles with a fake pout, puffing out her bottom lip. At least others were willing to huddle together to keep some of the cold at bay instead of trying to fight it off by themselves. The cream sepia gives her paws a shake before flexing her claws in attempts to shake off the creeping chills in her pawpads. It'd be so nice to snuggle in a firmly insulated nest with a close friend or anyone, not to mention it'd allow for bonding between them! Maybe she'd ask Scorchstorm or someone if they'd be interested? Shorthairs needed to stick together in this trying time!
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[SEDGEPOUNCE]

"There's something dangerous about that," Sedgepounce chimes, discovering the little crowd around Thawmask by happenstance. The tom is clearly not sleeping, but his brain is already whirring, kicking up long-forlorn parts of himself that kept little Sedgepaw around the medicine den. His paw taps thoughtfully against his chin. "Liiike. Obviously you'd freeze sleeping in the snow, so if you feel tired in the cold it's a sign of...uh. I—I don't remember what it's called." A laugh trails after his words, a feint of nonchalance. Sedgepounce hopes that nobody notices the flush beneath his pelt though.

Eager to change the subject, Sedgepounce turns to Thawmask. He's always been a curious creature. Akin to Sootspot, perhaps, given his chameleon-like proclivities. But the cold bites through anyone, former loyalist or not. "Uh. Ready to change guards, Thawmask?"
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[Wasppaw]

I love you, and if you want, I'll call you King

To cold to sleep, the coal-coated molly slugged through the camp, attempting to warm herself up but not really getting anywhere. The commotion bought her attention, but Brackenpaw's presence brought her ire. It wasn't really that the apprentice had done anything this time that tugged on her gut, moreso that the other apprentice should show an older warrior respect! Really, who trained that cat?
"Same," She offers to Mallowtail with a smile. "Tempted to start asking Star Clan for a longer pelt!" A giggle makes its way out of her, light and airy. Practiced to be kind and friendly.
"Frostbite, I think," She offers softly to Sedgepounce, noticing the small flush of embarrassment in the tom. She hopes to ease it, if for nothing else then appearing nice though she know the pang of embarrassment to well. Her gaze shifts to Brackenpaw, judgement and pride flashing in her eyes before she turns those eyes to Thawmask, awaiting his answer to Sedgepounce.

But why do I lie awake each night thinking
"Instead of you, it should be me"? — penned by Keee, tags
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