when the sunbeams come;; stargazing

[Mouseflight]

It was... difficult finding a place to make camp that offered a more familiar and comfortable place for each members of all the clans to sleep. Each group of journey-dwellers had their own things that were important to them, but it seemed as though there were more and more places that would accommodate the majority of the clans - WindClan and RiverClan being the ones having to work harder to find a place to sleep among the many trees that were found. Of course they were not as thick as the forest-dwellers territories, but there were still too much for Mouseflight to find himself finding comfort where they were sleeping. He head off on his own, but only took a few steps away from where everyone was laying down for the night before large ears fell flat to his head and a slight grumble could be heard from him.

He didn't want to stray to far, but didn't want to stay too close to those that he didn't trust quite yet, so he found himself looking up towards the night sky, moving around until he found a spot that was clear enough from the leaves to see the stars, close enough to remain with the group, but far enough away where he wouldn't be too close. It was when he found this perfect spot when Mouseflight found himself falling backwards with a sigh, staring up at the stars and losing himself in his own thoughts.

⋆｡°✩ threw my voice into the dark

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  ⋆ mousekit - mousepaw - mouseflight
  ⋆ ftm - he/him - 11 moons
  ⋆ bisexual - open to relationship
  ⋆ tunneler of windclan
  ⋆ attack - speech - thought
  ⋆ penned by tikki

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[iciclefang]

Iciclefang sorely misses the warriors’ den in camp, threaded with shells and bits of colorful dried feathers and flora. Their den is protected, woven thickly with reed and bracken, and the river just outside rushes peacefully into the cats’ ears. Here, they are a few days’ travel from the river they’d crossed—and that some had failed to cross correctly, she thinks ruefully—and there’s no time or energy to build dens when they will only continue to travel when the sun rises.

There’s only the open sky and the relative comfort of her Clanmates nearby.

“I don’t know how WindClan does it,” she murmurs, eyeing a pale tortoiseshell shape sprawled comfortably in the grass nearby. “It feels… strange.” Even the sparse cover of trees does not make up for sleeping without a den over her head.

✧ INFO.

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  — iciclekit . iciclepaw . iciclefang
  — she/her ; warrior of riverclan
  — lesbian ; single
  — short-haired tortoiseshell with white and ice-blue eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — chibi by Pin

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[FIGFEATHER]

FIGFEATHER ♀​ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥​

”It’s unnerving.” Figfeather agrees with the RiverClan warrior. She only recalls the tortoishell from border patrol encounters, Iciclefang her name was. As for the WindClanner who lays in the grass she’s positive he regards the name Mouseflight, an awfully young warrior… but that was WindClan’s way. She looks up into the stars and almost feels dizzy, she has to look away to keep from tumbling over. ”I never thought it’d bother me, but now I know what cats meant when they talked about being away from the forest.” No canopy above made her feel exposed to all the elements and dangers the world had to offer. Out here she didn’t feel like the hunter, but the hunted. Looking to Mouseflight now she cocks her head, ”Is it true you sleep outside even in leaf-bare?” The sheer thought makes her bones run cold, she shudders against the leaf-fall breeze.

♡ INFO BATTLE

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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[Mouseflight]

At first he paid them no mind, the two cats talking amongst themselves about WindClan and their own homes, although not fully mentioning them by name. It was when Figfeather addressed him that Mouseflight found his head turning upside-down so that the top of his skull was on the ground as he lay on his back, looking towards the other two at an odd angle before flipping himself over and nodding slightly. There was a moment of silence as he contemplated what to say, tail flicking for a moment before maw opened, "Sometimes we do," He began slowly, paw idly reaching up to scratch at an ear before he shook his head, "We still have nests though, to help with the cold, and the moors have some hills to help with the wind as well, kind of just goes over us instead of at us."

Was that too much information about WindClan? Surely other clans knew what their territory looked like even if it wasn't in detail, he was sure he was fine. "Even if it did though, I wouldn't trade it for anything, being able to see Silverpelt so clearly, StarClan watching over us." They were StarClan blessed in that way, able to be watched over and protected easier than the other clans. How could one expect to be protected if they couldn't even be reached due to the trees that many clans had blocking the way?

⋆｡°✩ threw my voice into the dark

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  ⋆ mousekit - mousepaw - mouseflight
  ⋆ ftm - he/him - 11 moons
  ⋆ bisexual - open to relationship
  ⋆ tunneler of windclan
  ⋆ attack - speech - thought
  ⋆ penned by tikki

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[SEDGEPOUNCE]

Silverpelt is bright and expansive as ever. Sedge thinks he's missed it over their days of travel, trapped beneath the bent boughs of trees and fir-leaves, but he's truthfully been too bone tired to really notice its absence most nights. The nature of the journey doesn't really leave a lot of room for contemplation. Everything's so fast paced. One minute you're walking, the next you're arguing. The next you're crossing a deadly, untraversable river.

It's a wild ride.

Fur fluffed against the buffeting wind, Sedgepounce drags himself forward through the hodge podge of cats to find any familiar faces. Leaf-bare grows stronger every day. It'll be Sedge's second—though he was too young to remember his first. But for however bitter the winter months of WindClan are, its their tendency to knit together that keeps them warm.

Finding Mouseflight at the edge of the crowd, Sedgepounce wanders forward and, unprompted, plops down beside the tunneler. It's not until he's slumped in the grass that he realizes that Mouseflight's actually...talking to someone. And not just anyone—a SkyClanner and a RiverClanner. Around Mouse's cartoonish ears, Sedgepounce blinks through the dim, silvery haze of night at the two mollies. The conversation sounds light, if not specifically friendly. Perhaps days of relentless travel have filed down Mouseflight's fangs a little.

"Don't dens make you feel...crowded?" Sedge asks, frowning thoughtfully. Dens to him are synonymous with kithood, so close yet so far from the freedom of apprenticeship. And the medicine den, of course.

He'd gotten used to the unyielding walls during his tenure there after his injury, but only after weeks of a constant itchy nervousness at being trapped. It was comfortable...and now it's not, and he'd rather not end up there again. But he can't imagine a whole den full of warriors. There'd be hardly enough room to move!

"It'd be hard, not to be free," Sedgepounce hums in agreement to Mouseflight. He rolls on his back, eyes taking in Silverpelt in the cloudless sky. A small smile overtakes him, and he adds jokingly: "Anyway, Cygnetstare and Ghostwail would totally stink the place up."

✶ health: 100% notes

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  HP: — ————————————————————————
  
  

  A bit travel worn, but ready for adventure! Sedgepounce is healthy and is not suffering from any ailments.

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  SEDGEPOUNCE / 11 MOONS / WINDCLAN WARRIOR / OPEN FOR PLOTS!
  — Easygoing tomcat with a bright grin and mellow demeanor.
  — Lithe, quick, and dexterous; a moor runner through and through.
  — Grayish-brown tabby with high white and warm amber eyes.
  —— Sharp, hawk-like, angular face; earnest and bright expressions.
  —— Soft mid-length fur.
  
  penned by bellus

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[Flamestar]

This had been the least amount of sleep she had gotten since joining Thunderclan. She had a hard enough time sleeping there...but here, she felt exposed. Sure, there were still trees, but without the bracken weaved dens protecting her, she felt like a sitting duck. She had tried to fall asleep, but her eyes wouldn't take the bait. After several failed attempts, she stood up and found a group of cats nearby. They were not Thunderclan, but she didn't see any of her clanmates that were also awake. She contemplated for a few moments, before deciding to join them. They were traveling together after all...she may as well get to know them.

There were two that she recognized. One was the daughter of Mudpelt...she recalled with a small chuckle at the time she had talked to her father along the border. While she didn't care for the neighboring clan at all, she had enjoyed how proud he had been when Iciclefang had been in charge of her first patrol. The other molly was Figfeather. She didn't know her well, but she had recalled seeing her on patrols.

She rose her gaze to the silverpelt above them, wondering if Emberstar was watching them right now. She would know how to make this journey more fun. she thought to herself, wishing the former leader were with them now. Nothing about this journey was meant to be fun, but with everyone's emotions so high, they could all benefit from kindness.

A Windclanner asked if dens felt crowded, and she would shake her head. "Having your clanmates close beside you is comforting. I couldn't imagine sleeping out in the open." Maybe that's why their hearts are so cold. she held the comment to herself, not wanting to stir anything up. "They can get stinky sometimes though...one of our clanmates got sprayed by a skunk one time. It was pretty rank in there for awhile." ​

★ born to find that great unknown

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  FLAMEWHISKER of THUNDERCLAN
  LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  — Lead Warrior of Thunderclan ; currently mentoring Acornpaw
  — she/her ; mated with Flycatcher
  — mother to Stormpaw & Falconpaw
  — 24 moons ; ages on the 20th
  — Smells like dirt, old leaves, tree sap, faint hint of flowers
  — will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  — "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
  — penned by Icey ! ; link to tags
  — link to toyhouse
  — funny guy art by waluigipinball​

 

[FIGFEATHER]

FIGFEATHER ♀​ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥​

It was so strange- the answer from the WindClanner. Sleeping out in the open made them feel closer to silverpelt? …It was… reasonable? Most strangely, a respectable reason. How odd that such a barbaric clan took such pride in StarClan and worshipped them with every stride. Yet evidently by their leader, they were going about it backwards. In this conversation here and now, she could almost forget these were the same cats who raided her camp so many moons ago. Flamewhisker answers and Figfeather gives her own. ”Well- I wouldn’t say it never feels crowded… but when the warriors den is crowded its a good thing. A problem we want to have.” She smiles lightly.

♡ INFO BATTLE

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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[GENTLESTORM]

✦ Hailstorm had been a little restless admittedly and saw that Flamewhisker had gone off to join the small group that had found a less thick canopy of leaves allowing them to look at the sky above their heads. The snowy warrior decides that he would join considering that sleep would not find him tonight considering all the excitement he had gotten from crossing the river and that bridge, he shudders at the thought slightly before dipping his head to Flamewhisker and the rest of the cats in greeting only to settle down amongst them. He snorts in amusement when he hears the lead warrior mention a clanmate getting sprayed by a skunk once, his nose wrinking at the memory of it. He can fainly recall it but his nose likely remembers that day, skunks were definitely something that he wanted to encounter throughout this trip. Imagine stinking up the entire place and not just a den. "They keep you dry too. Well, unless a drenched clanmate walks in and shakes himself off." He remembers a time he had done that and his eyes shine with amusement.

He nods in agreement to what Figfeather says only to glance up at the stars that were in the night sky and thinks about sleeping under Silverpelt where all those lost to them in the past are probably watching over them now. It's a thought that brings comfort and ease to his mind and muscles as he rests there before tucking his front limbs underneath himself "It's a strange but new experience... Sleeping under Silverpelt." New to us but familiar to Windclan. A shared one. He says and partially thinks most to himself, it makes him start to wonder what it would be like to simply leave everything behind and start a group away from the clans. Impossible. Everyone was already homesick and wanting to go home already but at least, they could lay together without spitting or fighting.

* ˚✦ YOU FOUND ME HERE; UNDERGROUND

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  ✦ 47 moons old
  ✦ thunderclan warrior
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; single
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength and his burly build
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✦ penned by bosstaurus

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