private THE WIND CAN BE STILL ❅ scalejaw

[MAPLETUFT]

The two of them had split off during a routine patrol to do their own things, and it just so happened that Mapletuft had decided to unconsciously follow after the newly made lead warrior, lost in her own thoughts. The other was good company, Mapletuft thinks, level-headed and well-spoken. She is someone that Mapletuft hopes to get along with, at the very least, and hopes that the sentiment is shared, even if lightly...

"The days... are getting colder," she breathes out, small talk in her own way. She watches as her breath billows a cloud before her, then upwards where it dissipates. It shouldn't be cold enough to do that... "I'm afraid of actual leaf-bare... If this is how early, and how bad it decides to be now." the ground is too cool beneath her paw-pads, the wet marsh ground frozen below. She cannot imagine Windclans struggle with the coming winter considering they dig and trudge beneath the earth... But perhaps its warmer below. Mapletuft would never know, too tall to fit in the rabbit burrows some of their Warriors call theirs.

She flicks her tail idly, rubbing her face on a fern to mark their territory. "How do you feel about all of this, Scalejaw?" finally, she addresses the other by name, voice light and curious; the other has to have some insight on things. Her own personal thoughts on the matter were much too panicked and jumbled to put them in to coherent thoughts... But she does not mind listening to others, perhaps she'll be able to round up her own, then... I just hope that for once we can prosper and not starve.

𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖭 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖬𝖮𝖮𝖭 𝖨𝖲 𝖡𝖨𝖦 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖡𝖱𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 *•.🍁.•* 𝖨𝖳𝖲 𝖠 𝖲𝖴𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖠𝖫 𝖣𝖤𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳

• @scalejaw
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  ❥ cis female ʚ♡ɞ she/her ʚ♡ɞ 53 months
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  ❥ long-furred chocolate torbie/cinnamon tabby chimera ʚ♡ɞ elegant & flowy
  ❥ "speech, F17E23" ʚ♡ɞ thoughts
  ❥ widowed ʚ♡ɞ bisexual
  ❥ smells like spice & cool night air ʚ♡ɞ warm & crisp
  ❥ penned by chuff

 

[scalejaw]

★ Mapletuft has been around almost as long as she has- a fact that Scalejaw can be sentimental about. The last that were peer aged to her were, well... the last pawful of leaders. Half-lidded eyes are distance, but ears twitch this way and that to show she was paying attention. Her shoulders still dully ached with the wounds that Thunderclanner inflicted, but she refused to rest. Scalejaw knew she'd drive Starlingheart and Marblepaw mad if she sat around anyways.

Her companion's words has her eyes shifting towards the other, then back forward. The cold has been a thorn in her side- she's sure it's the same for most, too. ".. It's going to be a rough leaf-bare. Yeah." Scalejaw agrees, and she isn't just saying that to agree. Her words are genuine. She pauses as Mapletuft does, vision surveying their surroundings. She knows that with the climate, rogues are likely to steal onto their territory, just as predators do as well. The innate sense of protect came alive like a hotwire around her clanmates.

They continue on a moment later, Scalejaw collecting her thoughts. She rubs against a low-lying bush that has already losing most, if not all, of it's leaves. "The cold snap is.. worrying. And with the political climate right now.. it's tense, but if we can retain the land we took, we'll stay fed for part of leaf-bare at least." The breath curled from her maw, and she pauses, taking in the near-frozen landscape for but a moment. "It will be far from the first leaf-bare that we've had to go hungry, though. With the extra mouths of kits, though.." Scalejaw breaths in thought her nose.

The sharp air stings her lungs, and it settles her mind, if only briefly. Her head turns, offering a tiny smile to Mapletuft. "We'll manage. Always have."

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎┌── AND JUST LIKE THE RAIN ⋅❁⋅ YOU CAST THE DUST INTO NOTHING ──┐‎

• "speech"

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• SCALEJAW 🌧 she/her, lead warrior of shadowclan, sixty-six moons.
  ★ A SH black/LH blue smoke chimera with glowering orange eyes, tufts of fur that make her look dragon-akin, and scars that she wears with pride. motherly and stern attitude, with a warm streak for clanmates and a cruel streak for enemies.
  ★ mentoring no one
  ★ padding after no one / / mother to bonerattle, nightwhisper, and shadefall
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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