camp winds come on strong — reinforcing dens (phase 4)

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Foxtail peeps his head out of the warrior's den, and his eyes squint. StarClan above, I can barely see the other side of camp! He thinks as the strong winds blow against the den's walls. This definitely wasn't what the lead warrior was expecting to wake up to— a blizzard? He takes a step forward, and snow practically pelts his fur... the strong winds are not holding back. The tom shivers, feeling grateful to be blessed with such a thick coat.... but even his fur cannot stop him from feeling cold from the raging blizzard.

He glances back at the den walls, and he watches them shake.... every time the breeze slams into it. The wind roars in his ears, but he forces himself out of the den completely.

His eyes immediately fall onto the snow covered ground, and he begins to brush through the thick snow. Come on, I have to find something to reinforce our den walls! He can barely think over the roars of the frigid cold, his ears pinned back to his cranium. The tom looks up as the breeze brushes against his fur, his olive green eyes widening as a cat emerges from the complete whiteout of snow....

"H-Hey!" Foxtail yowls, hoping his voice will reach their ears. He digs through the snow again, before looking back over at his clanmate.

"...I n-need your help! We need to reinforce our d-den walls!"​

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

• phase 4 thread for y'all, no rolls in this thread!
  
  prompt: The winds are horrible during this snowstorm! The camp walls need reinforcing
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  credit to raphaelion (via da) for the artwork <3
• Foxtail

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  lead warrior
  25 moons
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: [HYPERLINK]
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to trops for the chibi <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green
  pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
  fur length: long
  parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
  

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[SUNSPARK]

It's cold. Colder than normal. She's become more and more glad that Owlpaw doesn't mind the nights where she ends up flopped against him, because with the wind that's been whipping through camp all through the night, she's found herself completely buried into Owlpaw in a desperate attempt to stay warm.

But then the morning comes, and as she wakes she listens to the wind instead, whipping across the dens. Harder, and harder, and even she eventually starts nudging Owlpaw awake. "Hey..." She pulls herself up unwillingly, bracing herself against the cold as she tiptoes her way to the front of the den that rattles and whistles as the wind beats against it. It's snowing so hard that she can't see, and as she pokes her head out of the den, squinting into the camp, she swears that she hears Foxtail. The den walls? Is the warrior's den even worse off than theirs?

"Get up!" she calls to the rest of the apprentice den. "We have work to do!" And even then she stands in the entrance a second longer with an audible, "Ugh," before she pushes her way outside. She raises her voice louder, in the hopes that Foxtail will hear. "I'll go get more reeds!"

//mentions @owlpaw.​

 

[Warblerpaw.]

UH OH, UH OH, UH OH,
YOU MADE A MISTAKE ​

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warblerpaw & 07 moons & demi-boy & he/they & riverclan apprentice ​

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Ears twitch at Sunpaws shouting, mismatched eyes snapping open as he jolts - startled. The cold of the early leafbare has left Warblerpaw feeling lethargic these days - and the icy chill of the snowstorm raging outside the reeds is certainly no better. Thick coat offers him a modicum more protection then others, and yet he fights the urge to hunch in on himself even as he wobbles his way after the much louder apprentice - ears flat against his skull and freshly-healed shoulder still tender. He doesn't ant to do this - doesn't want to brave the blizzard even long enough to fix walls, but he steels his tattered nerves and presses onwards - thinking of all the kits and queens and elders who can't.

— uh oh, you better run away now

• Actions && " Speech, " && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
  ooc: —
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• ♩​♬♪♫​ — Warblerpaw suffers from multiple speech impediments, including selective mutism. He is more often then not non-verbal, and will react in visual ways such as body language or gestures to compensate for this. Situations which induce anxiety are more likely to cause a shut-down for him, and even when verbal he deals with a stutter and aphasia. ​

 

[carawaysong]

-ˋˏ ༻✧༺ ˎˊ- carawaysong is freezing, the snow that had settled in through the day was relentless. her head was tucked to her chest in attempt to keep the snow from blinding her, but as she finally looks up she notes the wind buffeting the walls. they seemed to tremble under the force.

she is on foxtail's cry for help quickly, trudging against the storm to a wall that looked particularly weak. there weren't many supplies lying around, most ran dry in preparation for the winter. it was here now in full force, why did it seem like everything they had done was for nothing? there is a determined set in her eyes as she rearranges reeds, vying to implement some sort of stability to the weakened wall with what little she had to work with.

BLOOD IS RUNNING DEEP ˎˊ───‎ ༺ SOME THINGS NEVER SLEEP ‎‎‎⚔︎

• OOC ↛

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  CARAWAYSONG ✩ SHE/HER, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN, 15 ☾'s
  ⭃ a tall and slender longhaired silver tabby with olive green eyes.
  ⭃ willowroot x poppysplash / / mentor to rivuletpaw.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[HERONPAW !]

The blue pointed tom was sleeping deeply in the shaky comfort of the apprentices' den. He'd been sweetly oblivious to the hungry gale outside while a dream played deliciously behind his eyelids. There was a massive salmon practically jumping into his paws and begging to be dragged to shore. However, it came to a screeching holt as he was dragged to consciousness instead.

"Get up!"

Sunpaw is shouting.
Again.
The noise echoes and bounces around the den. It forces him to lay his ears flat against his head in an attempt to block out the sound, but it didn't work. That irritating voice pelts against the fluffed tufts inside. Heronpaw stretches onto his belly from his side with a groan. Hooded, ice flecked orbs lazily watch the shadowy silhouette of the other apprentice. It seems that the young cat is often in a competition with herself to be the loudest, and sometimes the most insufferable, apprentice within the camp. That point being quickly made when she scoffs and heads back outside. She's soon enough shouting again about some reeds? Her voice was muffled by the howling wind.

It was a struggle to leave the nest's soft lining and he'd immediately regretted it when he began moving towards the entrance. Cold, blinding white was seeping in from the narrow mouth of the den. Warblerpaw was already outside by the time wide, webbed paws crunch through the fresh snow. It was still pelting down overhead and seeping into his long, thick coat.

Oh, StarClan... eyes wide, eyebrows shoved high on his forehead, he swiveled his head to take in the sight. It was nothing put white and he could hardly make out the warrior who'd called for help. Foxtail was thickening the dens' walls and another warrior was among them. Carawaysong. With a deep breath, Heronpaw trudges through the ever piling snow. It sticks between his paw pads and bites between his toes. Gritting his teeth, he hurries to get across the camp to help weave in more reeds.

I HAVE TRIED OTHER THINGS ( BUT NOTHING CAN CAPTURE THE STING ) 𓆝･ﾟ:

• ooc.
• HERONPAW —— apprentice of riveclan . mentored by troutsplash . turtletuft x troutsplash
  ✦ penned by DROID
  ✦ male . he/him . six moons . ages every 19ᵗʰ
  ✦ single . bisexual demiromantic . monogamist . open to petty crushes, short romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted . tag account when attacking
  —— no combat experience or training, very easy to beat
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacks, all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — toyhouse — spotify
  ✦ message junkyard.droid on discord for plots or go to 'droids-junkyard' in the riverclan server
  
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  a longhaired blue lynx point with low white and blue eyes. a feathery soft, longhaired, and thick furred tomcat of beautiful blue pigments. eyes a bright electrifying blue. strong and sturdy legs held by white webbed paws dimpled with pink pads. fangs peek out from under his lips due to their curious length. well cared for fur is attached to lean, hard packed newly earned muscle. an unconventional teenage heartthrob followed by a thick air of fresh apprentice confidence.

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[GILLSIGHT]

He is no stranger to leaf-bare's harsh ways, but still, Gillsight finds himself shocked by the sudden shift in weather. Perhaps their moment of celebration was merely the calm before the storm. The violent, cold storm. Wind whips against his short coat in a way that leaves the tom crouched down in an attempt of bracing himself against the force in means their dens seem to struggle with. Ears flatten at the sight before him and Foxtail's call for help doesn't go unanswered, as the wind aids in pushing cold limbs forward in a stumbling fashion.

Finally shielded behind the walls of a barely-standing den, Gillsight begins his attempt at weaving loosened reeds tight. " M-Maybe w-we can use the s-snow...? " he finds himself suggesting along the way. They might as well put it to some use!
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