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DOEBLAZE

DOEBLAZE

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SkyClan Former Lead Warrior Early Frost Participant [Sitewide Event '24] Unity [SKC '24] Journey [Sitewide Event '23] SkyClan 10K
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Cold nips at her nose from the moment she steps out into the camp. It's easy to see why; a white sheath of frost, glowing in just-risen dawn's light, coats each blade of grass and evergreen needle. Doeblaze's brow quirks and she lets her paws carry her forward with a shiver, melting pawsteps into the pristine featherings of frost. Her breath forms a premature plume in the air, and she frowns; this seems far colder than a leaf-fall morning's chill has any right to be.

Indeed, the bite of icy air when she parts her jaws and the chill seeping under her thick fur feel more like leaf-bare than leaf-fall, and an unsettled shudder ripples through her limbs. Muzzle still dipped in a small frown, she pokes at the frosted ground with a crunch and mrrows, " Isn't it a little early for this? "
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[ ༻ 𓆩✧𓆪 ༺ ] Fawnkit didn't like the chilly air that was for sure, even if he had long enough fur for it the boy still hated the shivering feeling that accompanied the cooler air. The boy wanted to stay in the nursery but his growling belly beckoned him out of the comfort of the nursery, noting the frosted blades of grass below him which glimmered and sparkled in the glimmering sunlight, yellow and blue eyes wide with interest until he heard Doeblaze's words caught his attention.

His head turned to focus on the lead warrior, who also carried a similar name in tow as him, but her words made the tom tilt his head in confusion, "what is too early?" he asked in confusion, this would be his first leaf-bare, and better yet his first leaf-fall so he didn't quite grasp over what the older cat had to say.
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  • Fawnkit 𓆩✧𓆪 He/Him, Kit of Skyclan, 4 moons.
    ⭃ Fluffy Fawn with low white with bi-colored eyes (Blue and Yellow)
    ⭃ NPC x NPC
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the molly, still a fresh newcomer, doesn't see the horrors just yet. she shakes her fur out, puffing her thick layers out to withstand the chill air. bloomfur tamps down the hard ground. "uhmmm— maybe?" she responds to her sister, then thinks on it. the last leafbare she spent was in her home, tapping on the glass rapidly to be let out. she looks down to fawnkit, just as oblivious as she currently is; and shrugs, muttering an audible i dunno. who is she, knowledge of all seasons?

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Spicepurr trots into camp with dawn's rays lighting her coat. I'm not leaving, she had told Edenberry, yet rarely now does her paws make space in their home. She had been wandering the twolegplace again, as if finding the dead bodies of two beloved SkyClanners hadn't torn her in two. She had to keep trying, she can't just - stop.

Suffice it to say, she's noticed the chill and the frost, having experienced the full night of it. Fatigue wears at her paws and the she-cat turns her nose to sneeze into the ground - a likely side effect from the new weather. Her tail sweeps the ground as she notices Doepath and Bloomfur, and a curious little Fawnkit with them.

"Did the cold wake you too?" she lies, for she hadn't slept yet; but that doesn't matter.
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Lionpaw has also noticed the abrupt drop in temperature. He has never experienced anything like this, where his paw pads feel stone cold to the touch. His ears and nose are chilled as well; pretty much any part of his body not covered with his thick fur was subjected to leafbare's chilly embrace.

Stepping out of the apprentice's den, Lionpaw does not stand for long before he seats himself and curls his bushy tail tightly around his cold paws. The others comment upon this strange coolness in the air too, including his mother. "What's happening?" Is this snow? He nearly asks, though he holds his breath and awaits an answer in case his guess is wrong. Lionpaw is almost certain that snow has been described as more fluffy and white than... whatever this was.

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ✹ . + ˚ · 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄
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( ✿ ) being a new-leaf baby has its perks, and one of them is that stormpaw has not yet experienced the hardship of leaf-bare. she's grown gentle and strong in the sunshine months, curly fur shiny due to plentiful prey and days of running in the light. still, as the girl emerges from her den, she recognizes a vague bite of cold. being born in early new-leaf allows her some knowledge of frigidity, for the early days of her life were punctuated by infrequent chilly mornings, but this is nothing like she's ever felt. the tabby feline shivers slightly, following lionpaw from the apprentices' den.

"it's not snow, is it?" the curly-furred girl trembles slightly, a shock of cold hitting her as she stops beside her friend. her paws touch chilled stone and earth, and she kneads into the ground, moving her body in some attempt at staying warm. stormpaw's dual-hued gaze finds the authority of doeblaze, head tipping as she hopes the lead warrior has an answer. "the leaves have only just fallen."


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  • STORMPAW ✿ SHE / HER, APPRENTICE OF SKYCLAN. MENTORED BY LUPINESONG. SISTER TO RICEPAW, DOGWOODPAW. 8 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
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    blue tabby with low white and blue/green heterochromia a long-furred blue feline with darker blue curling stripes that splash across her chest, flanks and tail. white floods the fur around her neck, the tip of her tail, stomach, and paws. dual hued eyes of sky and forest make her pretty in an innocent way, and her body is small and lithe, although her fluffy fur makes her look larger.
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❀‿ "Mm, not quite..." Lupinesong mews lightly, moving toward the group, brushing her tail to her apprentice's flank familiarly before halting to be beside Doeblaze, quirking her ears to think for a moment, "It's frost. It comes before snow, usually, right?" She turns to confirm with her mother and the other warriors.

"It's, like, a bit odd though... I thought Leafbare wasn't due for another moon or two..." she hums disapprovingly at the weather. Has it really been a full cycle of seasons already? She remembered when frost had first brushed the ground last time, when Falcongaze (Falconpaw at the time) had recovered from probably-almost-dying of yellowcough she may-or-may-not-have given him and she was determined to get him to fall in love with her. Doeblaze had been pregnant with Lionpaw back then too, huh... she glanced over at him again, and huh. It seemed like he and Stormpaw tended to hang out a lot next to each other.

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  • — lupinekit . lupinepaw . lupinesong
    — trans she/her. 18mo warrior of skyclan. formerly mentored by dandelionwish, mentoring stormpaw, it's complicated
    — doeblaze x duke. littermate to crowsight & drowsynose. older half-sister of hollykit, lionkit, and candorkit
    — a tall, pretty, long-haired black smoke with low white and green eyes
    — smells like sweet lupine flowers and young pine needles
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When Johnny had awoken that morning after spending the night in his shared nest with Silversmoke, he hadn't expected the biting cold that send him snuggling farther into warm, spotted fur. More so, after dragging himself out of bed to claim some breakfast for them, he certainly wasn't expecting his paws to meet a frost-frozen ground.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me." he groaned, sunlit eyes sharpening with frustration and surprise as they took in the icey glaze that had been cast over camp.

He glanced toward his mate, wondering if they felt the same unease at the biting cold that seemed to permeate the air around them, or if it was thought to be little more than a one-off. "Hopefully it hasn't sent the prey runnin' for warmth." he grumbled, hardly finding it to be the time for such things when the clan was still trying to prepare for the coming leafbare.

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Even Greeneyes — who carries a form of thick fur, and sleeps beside another with equally thick, if not thicker, fur — awakes with a perplexing chill in his bones. It's far from the first time he's experienced the sudden drop in temperature but, surely it's not time for it, right? Shouldn't leaf-bare be moons away, or had days of stomach-churning grief moved too quickly for him to take notice?

With a flick of his tail against his mate's form, the tom rises to his paws and departs from their shared nest, moving to stand just outside of the den's mouth. He is greeted by others equally confused by the frost that covers camp, and a slight sense of relief that he isn't alone in his questioning of the weather.

" It didn't arrive this early last time, did it? " the tom finds himself asking. This time four seasons ago, he'd been far from the pine forest's shelter, experiencing leaf-bare's chill atop mountains. Had it been this cold when he'd come back? He doesn't think so.
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When Oddgleam wakes up, a chill blows softly near the nursery. It was a harsh sort of chill. He slowly raises from his comfortable nest, pausing to bend his head down to drag his tongue at his brood that was already squirming. He softly hums towards his kits, "I'll be back, don't worry mes trésors." and with that he steps a paw out if his nest.

Poking his pale - patched head from the nursery, half - lidded eyes widen slightly at the pearlescent sheen of frost, glowing with the dawn's light. It covers each blade of grass... He turn his head towards other clanmates poking their figures out of dens and such. Confused chatter rising from mouths or others. He quirks a brow, head titling as premature breath forms a plumbing the air, he curls his tail slightly to the side. "How strange... Leafbare wasn't supposed to be here in a early cycle..." A frown pulls at his lips, while he steps a few pawsteps from the entrance of the nursery. Feeling the chill seep into his pawpads, he doesn't dislike snow... It's quite fun, up until he plays in it and his fur is all dirty. But, why is wint– er Leafbare so early?
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  • ( HONEY IN WARM MILK ) ˖⁺‧₊ ♡ ₊‧⁺˖ ODDGLEAM. ╱ skyclan queen.
    ⸝⸝ NON-BINARY ; HE / THEY ; 18 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 7TH.
    ♡ mated to crowsight & owlheart — mentoring none.
    ♡ an elegant, long-legged medium furred silver-cream calico with copper eyes.
    ♡ thoughts ; "Speech, e7d3e7" ; attacks only
    ♡ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
    ♡ smells like caramel frappe & chilled stone
    — all opinions are ic
    currently residing in the nursery. 𐂯 parent to one litter of kits.
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    — biography / @ on discord for plots
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＊✿❀○❀✿＊ She supposes that she was born in late leaffall and her time as a kit would have been in leafbare. Not that it mattered since it was all spent tucked away in the warm den of her two legs. So when the morning sun came and she snuck outside to see everything covered in a thin veil of white, Bella was more than confused. Was this snow?

The frost bit at her paws as she hurried to camp; the creeping morning sun was bright on her eyes but nothing more than decoration in the sky, as it didn't warm anything up. She hurried into the trees to spare her paws the chill as the wind nipped and snuck under her short fur.

Cats were chatting about the strange cold that decided to arrive early, and the camp seemed to be humming with activity. The crunchy white ice was named frost, which is a beautiful term for such a terrible thing. "This chill can not be good to sleep in. Most certainly need to keep an eye out for more warm bedding while out on patrol." Bella was certain that it would not be warmly received if she offered her own den for everyone to sleep in.

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