camp WHISPER IN YOUR BLOOD ❆ REINFORCING

[COLDBITE]

If the gorse that thumps against the jagged scars carved across Coldbite's broad chest irritates him with its prickling thorns, he does not show it. His jaw is set in a stoic square as the bundle of yellow blooms rustles with every pawstep, reedy noises that breathe of the open air and rustling grasses. Heavy forelimbs still when he nears the thick, protective bush of gorse that conceals the nursery, now home to Rattleheart's lonely brood and Bluefrost's flinty eyes. This latest addition is what drives him on his awkward trek over to the shielded den.

He looks jarring set against a place made for softness—all carved scars and blunt snout, his big, canine frame strange juxtaposed with the gorse bush from which emanate the soft smell of milk and sheep's wool, accompanied by kitten coos. A babysitter he is not, and his objective today is one of logic, of protection—with all their Clan has faced of late, their most vulnerable cannot be too protected. He drops his bundle and takes up a bit of the brush, gunmetal eyes sweeping the den for weaknessses. His face is impassive and his voice unused as he begins to slowly thread fresh strands of gorse into the barren patches.

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[breezekit]

:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·: the nursery had become a solemn place. the walls were meant to keep them all warm. what a mockery it was for them to surround her, promise safety and allow something cold to seep in through the cracks. it was cruel of them to leave her defenseless, no other option but remain and endure when that chill nestled into her bones. breezekit couldn't wait until the day she was allowed to sleep under the stars.

it takes a moment for her to recognize that someone stares into the den. a flank of black and white, she wants to convince herself it is rattleheart for a moment. to pretend there is a pair of warm green eyes waiting for her. but she looks and sees only blue. a frown etches onto her muzzle, as if it is coldbite's fault he is not her mother. how dare he come here, fur painted in familiar monotone colors while baring a strange scent.

anger bubbled up in her chest, the urge to make him feel just as bad as she did fighting for dominance over a passive tongue. it ran over her muzzle contemplatively, before giving in. "that's wrong." she states as if she knows for certain, tufted ears twitching in a way that prove she does not.

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• BREEZEKIT ✦ she/her, kit of windclan, four moons.
  ✧ a small, yet leggy longhaired blue point chimera with icy eyes and a long tail.
  ✧ rattleheart x venomstrike / / littermate to thistlekit, bunnykit, splinterkit, and crunchykit.
  ✧ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ battle info
  ✧ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[FROSTWIND]

꙳•❅* It’s a task that Frostwind himself had undertaken on his own not too long ago. When he catches sight of Coldbite attempting to reinforce the gorse growing in a different part of camp, the tunneler strides over to join him. The larger tom looks strange against the background of the nursery, and the kit at his side only serves to make him look more out of place. A pang of loss strikes Frostwind in the chest as he looks upon his little cousin, and suddenly all he can think of is Rattleheart. But it seems that Breezekit has things to do besides mourning—such as declaring that warriors are doing their tasks wrong.

"Wrong?" His muzzle curls into a smile as he glances down at his cousin. Icy eyes are oddly warm, determined to retain happiness even in face of the clan’s recent loss. He has to stay strong for them, for himself. He can’t crumble again like he did when Rumblerain left. "I think Coldbite’s doing a good job. What do you think he’s doing wrong?" He questions the kit in a voice softened by care, tipping his head as he crouches down to her level. Surely Coldbite hasn’t done anything wrong, but maybe indulging the girl in her accusations can keep the tense situation from growing worse.

❆ outpace the dawn

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  FROSTWIND ❯❯ he/him, tunneler of windclan
  ❆ scruffy black and white tom with icy eyes. sly and calculating.
  ❆ son of scorchstreak and badgermoon ; brother to scorchstorm, luckypaw, rumblerain
  ❆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ❆ penned by foxlore

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