camp WISH BOUND [✨] Dreading the Cold

[FIGFEATHER]

Figfeather stirs from her nest, her eyes heavy with a lack of sleep. A draft had poured into the warrior's den throughout the night, not even sleeping in the middle of the den could save a cat from it. She senses most other warrior's had a poor night as well, for they too began to rise earlier than normal.

With a groan she stands from her nest. After arching her back in a stretch, she heads out into the clearing of camp. Mist leaves her nose with every exhale and frost bit at the grass that half melted piles of snow did not cover.

"It's freezing! She complains to herself as another gust of wind slips through the pines and past the camp's barrier. A nice piece of fresh-kill might have helped warm her up, but the fresh-kill pile was completely empty from the afternoon before. She looks at the empty hole in the ground with a frown, "Guess we better pray for good hunting today…" Or they'll all be going to bed hungry.

//please wait for @Cloverjaw – @Fawnkit~ and @CUCKOOKIT

 

[Sorrelsong]

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Sorrelsong groans her eyes heavy and raw with cold. Her tail lashes, disturbing the pines nettles, sending them every which way as she arrives at camp. Her fangs glisten with dried blood born from prey. She holds the frail body of the mouse in her jaws like a vice.
Unable to sleep, the huntress had left camp during the night. Her pelt weighed down by cold and frost and sleep but she returned victorious.
She bobs her head in Figfeather's direction, noticeably hesitating as she eyes the empty pit when the prey should go and the warrior she looks up to. She chooses Figfeather, and approaches with a smile, laying the prey at her paws.
"Morning. No need to pray, found this little one easily enough. Still somewhat warm if you'd like." It was a lie - she had been out all night hunting, unable to sleep and wanting something to keep her paws warm and busy; but damn if she was going to let her win be conflated with those stars Orangestar cherished so much.

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[Fawnpaw~]

[ ༻ 𓆩✧𓆪 ༺ ] The frosted air had Fawnkit's fur fluffed out while his plumed tail curled around their paws, head tucked close to his body in attempt to stay much warmer.

He was at his normal "post" during the early mornings, next to the nursery getting some fresh air even if it was cold and every breath he inhaled made him shiver even more. The remark that Figfeather made about it being cold made the young kit nod in agreement to what she was saying as he made his way over to the fresh-kill pile.

Despite him still being too young to hunt or leave camp, the kit figured it would still be nice to at least wish the others on good hunting. "Hopefully your hunting patrol this morning" he expressed softly before turning to Sorrelsong who seemed to have already hopped on hunting already by the looks of it, and dipped his head in greetings to the other warrior. "Seems Starclan has truly blessed you this morning Sorrelsong" he stated softly.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You can t be caught you ll never fall ──┐‎

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  Fawnkit 𓆩✧𓆪 He/Him, Kit of Skyclan, 5 moons.
  ⭃ Fluffy Fawn with low white with bi-colored eyes (Blue and Yellow)
  ⭃ NPC x NPC
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[CUCKOOKIT]

* Despite their purling fur, Cuckookit still shivered like a leaf caught in the wind. Their coat was more satin than insulator, more like decoration on a bony figure. Still, they braved the outside, beyond where a warm nest beckoned softly for their indolence. Blue smoke fur was a bare silhouette within the mist, as if caliginous shade had rebirthed itself within kitten down, wetting at the already-fatigued eyes. If one did not squint, then they could hardly even notice them. He wandered far from the nest his morning, with matted pelt dragging behind him like frayed dags of sorts, dirt-tipped paws and snout and all. Despite his parents' best wishes and actions, they couldn't ever get his pelt completely dry nor spotless. "Mm... Cold..." The Skyclan kit murmured to himself, voice like steam dissipating from a maw agape, rising farther than they could ever reach. He sat a few mouse-lengths away from Fawnkit, gaze glazed and pointed downwards like gravity held them there.​

 

[Glitchpaw]

*+:｡.｡ "W-what if..." Glitchpaw finds herself mumbling before she can think to stop herself. Eavesdropping had become a habit for the wallflower, despite Statichaze's insistence on having a well-mannered kit, the girl can't seem to ease the ever-constant need to listen in on what Skyclan's members have to say. A part of her is certain one of these days she'll overhear them speak aloud their disappointment in her. Instead, she listens in on more troubling news - wishes for a day not so fraught with biting chill.
She glances timidly at those gathered, then at Cuckookit, who seems far too small to be braving elements their much older "clanmate", Glitchpaw, can only half withstand herself. "What if...it doesn't get warmer? C-could that happen?" she finishes, fumbling the question between trembling paws. Would praying be enough? To the daylighter, it felt like the better solution was just...to return to her twoleg's den. Why none of these cats wanted the same would continue to baffle the soon-to-be warrior.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 10/10/24

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  GENERAL:
  ☏ Glitchkit
  ☏ DFAB— She/Her
  ☏ Daughter to Statichaze, sister to Radiokit
  ☏ Skyclan — apprentice
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☏Physically very easy | mentally tadpole
  ☏ Attack in bold #3a3a3a
  injuries: None currently