pafp WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE FEARLESS HERO? / snow

[BLAZINGHEART]

THERE WILL COME A SOLDIER — Blazingkit had been over the moon when Butterflytuft's kittens were allowed to be outside with the other kits so long as either of the queens were watching or Dandelionwish. Regardless, he finds himself engaging with Daisykit in simple play of rolling a ball a snow towards one another and the older tomkit couldn't help but feel amusement seeing the owl sized kitten bristle in the slightest whenever the snowball was rolled back in her direction. Maybe he'd be able to get Fluffykit and Weedkit to play with him before he became an apprentice since he would not have no time to play considering he had to train to be a warrior and that was a lot more important than silly kitten games. A part of him is certain that Butterflytuft's little ones would understand the importance of it when the day arrived, Blazingkit already felt his fuzzy pelt prickling with excitement and he became distracted with a toothy grin on his maw.

He would be the greatest warrior underneath Blazestar and perhaps one day, a leader with Hawkkit as his deputy just like they always would pretend in their games of Lionclan. Blazingkit would be the strongest, fiercest, and most well known within the clans. So absorbed in his own daydreaming, Howlfire's most mischievous ends up batting the snowball a lot more swiftly and stronger not realizing how much force he had put into clumsy, big kitten paws until it was too late. The fur on his neck immediately lifting seeing where the snowball hit...

/ please wait for @Daisykit & this is before his ceremony :]

WHO CARRIES A MIGHTY SWORD 𓆩✧𓆪 HE WILL TEAR YOUR CITY DOWN

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  ✧ longhaired red tabby tom with green eyes
  ✧ 4 moons old; ages the 28th every month
  ✧ sexuality unknown; too young
  ✧ son of coyotecrest and howlfire
  ✧ brother to wolfpaw and hawkpaw
  ✧ easy to befriend; will throw a tantrum if you call him filthy
  ✧ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Daisydrop]

Despite the snow causing Daisykit's toes to feel cold and grow numb over time she ignored this for the opportunity to play with Blazingkit. Before now she had often found herself watching the other, the red of his fur catching the blue moggie's attention due to how it stood out against the white of the snow. When he'd promised to be careful with playing she'd quickly made her way over, stumbling for a moment in her excitement on the slippery snow and ice as she looked behind her to make sure a queen was watching. They'd be in the camp today, and now that she had grown used to the largeness of it she found herself enjoying her time outside the nursery and today would be no different she'd decided.

So she bat the snowball back towards Blazingkit over and over, eyes wide and fur on end at first before she slowly grew used to the pace they were going. They had to sit closer to each other than the older kit was used to, the strength within Daisykit not yet there due to size and age and although she could bat it around she couldn't quite get it as far as she wanted to.

Soft giggles came from the girl as she played, glad to have another to play with and to show her the good games before he went off to be an apprentice - whatever that meant. Giggles turned quiet as Blazingkit stopped fully paying attention and smile turned to frown as the snowball quickly went faster and faster. Daisykit was close to losing it but had been doing good and she was about to boast in her success of catching the snowball and hitting it back before it quickly rolled past her when in Blazingkit's daydreaming he'd hit it hard enough to get some lift on it. It didn't fly too high but it didn't need to, it was just high enough for the young kit to get smacked in the face and as the snowball hit back on the floor, crumpling into what was more like a pile than a ball anyone watching could see the girl's eyes widen before shoulders slumped and fur rose on end and she wailed.

CAUGHT YOU RED 🌺 HANDED IN THE BISCUIT TIN

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• DAISYKIT || adopted by Butterflytuft and Dandelionwish || sister to Weedkit and Fluffykit
  -- She/Her || Born Nov. 8, ages in real time
  -- average size with large paws and a long tail. SH blue w/low white & blue eyes.
  -- hard to control her emotions

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[SLATESNARL]

It wasn't often that Slate showed any interest in observing the kits of the clan; they did just about the same thing every day: nurse, sleep, wrestle, pester the warriors with questions. However, today seemed to be an exception as he was done with patrols for the time being and had some downtime in between tasks. Pearly whites ground against the nearly-cleaned bone of a bird wing, half-lidded stare gazing across camp where two kits were playing.

Then, to no surprise, things escalated quickly. One of Butterflytuft's children was outright bawling, all while Blazestar's grandson looked like he was regretting his actions. There was no way it hurt that badly. It was snow! Stars, kits were dramatic and sure loved to cry even at the slightest instance.

Then again... Slate had never been hit square in the noggin with a clump of snow. Whether the kitten was actually hurt or not, her cries grated his eardrums. Ragged ears pinning back against his skull, the lead warrior glanced in the direction of the nursery and raised his voice so that the kit's mother could hear, "@butterflytuft , you've got a situation here." Howlfire could come to check on things too if she desired, but in Slate's eyes, Blazingkit didn't do anything wrong. Daisykit would need to get used to rough play and being whacked in the face if she wanted to become an apprentice — and, eventually, a warrior.

₊ ⋆ * ⊹ ₊ ☾ —— 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠, 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚

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  ✰ SLATE
  —— he/him; lead warrior of skyclan; former rogue
  —— bisexual; single; not looking
  —— hulking, scarred charcoal-black colored maine coon with amber eyes
  —— "speech", thoughts, attack
  —— link to full tags; @ on discord for plots.
  —— penned by beatles

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[DAWNGLARE]

Though he was hardly fond of kits, they could often provide a deal of entertainment in the dullest of moments. That moment was not now. Not really; but they could provide distraction in the most frantic of moments, as well. Of course, the moment was frantic to no one but himself. ( Unless there were others... others that Blazestar had told... But why would he? The noble fool. ) It is mind numbing, watching the two little mites pass snow between themselves. Was this fun? Dawnglare did not think he'd be able to do such a thing, without mourning the lost sensation in his toes.

And yet, he watches, the padding from somewhere to... somewhere interrupted to stare blankly at the kittish game. It's a blink, between boredom and oh, collision the face.

...It's funny. Was that a bad thing to think? Most of what he thought seemed to be bad things to the fools within SkyClan. Dawnglare clamps down his amusement with teeth to pink lips. He has a moment to ponder truly how much he cares about hiding it— and then his lips press thin, and he is swiftly fleeing the scene, realizing that someone might consider this his problem. It wasn't, was it? A snowball to the face wasn't enough to give a cat chills, certainly. Best he leaves, regardless. He would never run, as improper as that would be, but, ah, perhaps you could say his escape is not... leisurely.

A WISE WOMAN SAID I'M ALIVE 🍷 NOBODY'S EVER TOLD HER SHE'S WRONG

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• ( I'M AS ALIVE AS HER BEARD IS LONG ) DAWNGLARE Medicine Cat of SkyClan. Mentoring Fireflypaw
  𓆩♡𓆪 He / him , deeply confused by the use of other pronouns
  𓆩♡𓆪 Currently 60 moons old as of 12.05.23. Mated to Mallowlark
  
  Unsettling and strange, Dawnglare bears a unique perception to the world and stars above on top of a generally unpleasant disposition. Holds others to uniquely impossible standards and himself undeniably above the rest.
  Mood is decided by dice - rolls per thread, with the exception of some important threads

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