camp WITH LOVE COMES LOSS / prompt ; light snowstorm

[GENTLESTORM]

I SEE A SONG OF PAST ROMANCE — The snowy giant had been walking around camp only briefly observing those around him and dwelling in his own thoughts, he found himself more distracted by them by the passing time yet he doesn't mind it. There's soft powder snow on the ground in Thunderclan camp which is a given considering that leaf-bare was uppnnthem yet he can't help but blink noticing a few snowflakes falling from the skies above, he thinks nothing of it instead seeing something stick out against the ivory that lay on the ground. It stuck out like a sore thumb and its ivy green leaves lifted upwards as if reaching out to someone. He wonders if anyone else had noticed it yet he draws close anyways, his large lumbering form approaching the small sprout likely the last of it's kind until newleaf arrived once more. Large but careful paws push the snow away from the little plant, it would succumb to the cold eventually but it would not be today since Hailstorm decides to shield it from the falling snowflakes. If anyone saw him they would simply see him laying in the clearing of camp with his head ducked down with chin laying on his forelimbs. He's curled around it like a mother would her kittens and keeping them warm from the harsh cold that threatened to nip and take.

A bit of time goes by and the snowstorm grows lighter, the snow covering all of his body though with a shake of his head is he able to get rid of it completely before looking down to see that the little plant that he has protected. Perhaps it simply reminds her of how much she loved newleaf or perhaps he isn't ready for all the greenery to be swallowed by the cold winter but he knows that it'll continue taking even if he chooses to stay where he is still providing cover for the bud that would only live today... Tomorrow it would be taken by the frigid winds of the night. A part of him wonders what it would've grown to be and uses his large paw to carefully brush away more snow from it, a soft smile present on his maw. With proper care and sunlight, it would've grown into something promising. "You're so little," He murmurs quietly thinking about how kittens were just the same, small and fragile to the cold, he's grateful that none of his clanmates plan to bring any kits into the harsh winter. They seemed sensible enough and he's grateful for it.

/ prompt: 'ivy green'/where Hail shields a little sprout from the falling snow and likely the last to be seen in a while

I SEE THE SACRIFICE OF MAN ✦ I SEE PORTRAYALS OF BETRAYALS

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✦✦✦✧✧ INFECTIONS
  — ✦✦✧✧✧ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✦✦✧✧✧ ILLNESS
  — ✦✦✦✧✧ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✦✧✧✧✧ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ BROKEN BONES
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ KITTING
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ POISONS
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  ✦ longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✦ 50 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; mates with little wolf
  ✦ currently being mentored by berryheart
  ✦ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength, his large size, and wits
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[braveheart : ̗̀➛]

☀ . ° ✦ Once the snowfall had begun, Bravekit was released from the confinement of the nursery. His excitable personality had quickly outgrown the queens den and once set free he practically exploded in bouncing strides and spins across the powdery blanket over camp. Bravekit slid across thin patches of ice and more slippery surfaces over the dirt as she put the ravines clearing to use, exterting every ounce of energy he had saved up waiting for the snowstorm to pass.

With all of his huffing and puffing, endless clouds of mist pouring from his maw he didn't appear ready to slow down just yet. With another leaping bound he inevitably crashed into the mound of fluff and icy dust that blended too easily among the snow. Bravekit's clumsy paws tripped over themselves in his useless attempt to keep him upright and sent him tumbling backwards flat onto his spine.

Bravekit coughed, swinging himself up to sit with his front paws set firmly between sprawled back legs. He shook his fluffed curly mane and looked at Hailstorm quizzically, until realizing who it was he collided into. "S-Sorry mister Hailstorm! I didn't mean to, um, to do that. Why are you sleeping in the snow?" The kit jumped up to climb over the herb-scented tom, giving up halfway when all four limbs were hanging over his sides to see the little sprout. "What's that? Is that one of you and Berryhearts medicines?"

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  BRAVEKIT — HE/HIM ･ 3 MOONS ･ THUNDERCLAN & KIT ･ PENNED BY beatae!

  A Longhaired chocolate tabby/blue tabby chimera with deep blue eyes. Very thick coat that tangles easily. Paws that seem too big for his little body. Wide fuzzy satellite ears.

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[WILDHEART]

"I think Hailstorm has gone senile given that he's taken to sheltering weeds." Wildheart scoffed as he padded through the snow that covered the camp's ground. He had clocked Hailstorm earlier and had been baffled by the other's actions, though now that the plant had been revealed the answer only served to confuse him further. Medicine cats were certainly... something. Not a life for him, nor the sort of batty mindset he could ever wrap his head around. Briefly he glanced down at Bravekit and he allowed a smirk to fill his face. "Ya know you might be right, why else would Hailstorm here be sheltering it like a mother pigeon? Do him a favour and pluck it so it can be stored away in the medicine den." He wasn't sure if the plant had any real purpose, but if he could task a kit to irritate the older feline then all the better.
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[OAKFANG]

don't try to rush your enemies .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

He trotted forward, thick tail waving in the air in quiet greetings to the three, helm tilted to observe Hailstorm’s position like that of a parent shielding a young kit from the harsh cold. He hummed, lips puckered at the odd display before him, yet not as peculiar as he had seen, after all, Hailstorm was now their appointed medicine cat apprentice. “My. What would happen if Bravekit did it wrong?” He voiced, amber hues crinkling. “Then Hailstorm’s futile attempts to shield it would have been for nothing.” He hummed, glancing toward Bravekit with a mischievous grin.

“Prey for your thoughts?” He inquired, turning to Hailstorm with a softening grin, still sharp, but far more docile. His tail slithered, coming to stand before the other, peering at the small sprout battling against the harsh season of leafbare. “Resilient, aren’t they?” He commented, whiskers quivering. ​

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[GENTLESTORM]

I SEE A SONG OF PAST ROMANCE — He feels a small body collide with his own and it's enough to draw his attention from the little sproutling only to note that it was Bravekit who had become a welcomed sight, a warm chuckle erupting from his jaws when he felt tiny paws scramble over his large form before giving up where the chocolate tabby was sprawled on his back "It's alright, Bravekit. It's hard to see me in the snow anyways though I was not sleeping." One of his limbs tucked underneath his body and the other held out to hover above the little plant fearing that even the slightest brush of a snowflake would make it wither, "No, it isn't. Only a few herbs grow throughout all the seasons or leafbare." Hailstorm adds on with a curt nod of his helm deciding that he would let the small tom know just a bit about herbs or at least, when some of them grew. "I'm not sure what this little plant is and we won't know. The snow will take it away later tonight but I'm sure if it was new-leaf things would be different. A lot of things grow a lot better under the warmth of the sun than the chill of the cold. It's safer and warmer than the frigid and unforgiving cold weather of leafbare." The snowy giant adds on glancing over his shoulder to see if Bravekit was paying attention and taking in his words though he's unable to give the kitten much of his own attention when Wildheart makes his way over telling Bravekit to pluck out the plant of which the warrior deemed as a weed and called him senile.

Wildheart would have to do a lot more if he wished to truly get under the mountain of fur's skin as Hailstorm simply looks at him with amusement in his gaze rather than annoyance "You may pluck it later if you wish, Bravekit." He rumbles only to use the paw that was once hovering over the plant protectively to sweep at the snow and attempted to throw it at Wildheart to quell the fiery warrior if he succeeded or not wasn't anything he cared for. It was a playful gesture than an ill intended one. "When I was on the mountains there was lovely blooms growing in the snow, they were violet in color and their stems a beautiful green. I do not know what they were called but they were definitely resilient and strong even against the cold." He decides to share remembering how Luckypaw had stumbled upon wildflowers that bloomed regardless of the cold that took over the mountains, he wishes that he had brought one but knows that he wouldn't have been able to considering his main focus had been the lungwort.

Oakfang approaches next and he's thankfully less malicious than Wildheart though his ear flicks when the tom mentions Bravekit harvesting the plant wrong, the snowstorm blessed tom would simply say "Mistakes are necessary when it comes to learning." Its true to say the least even Hailstorm tended to make his own whenever harvesting herbs from outside of camp or removing ticks from elders but he'd learn from them. His whiskers twitch at Oakfang's next comment and he nods in agreement "They are... But as resilient as they may be, it'll wither away from the cold tonight." A part of him thinks that Little Wolf would've been the first to spot it had it not been him, she would beckon him over with a paw and they'd sit next to the small plant until it was time for it to leave. He imagines that he had become a little more observant of them since he had been chosen as medicine cat apprentice and even now as he stares down at the sprout, he thinks of her. Newleaf may be long gone but she would forever rest in his mind and thoughts no matter the weather.

I SEE THE SACRIFICE OF MAN ✦ I SEE PORTRAYALS OF BETRAYALS

• 

  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✦✦✦✧✧ INFECTIONS
  — ✦✦✧✧✧ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✦✦✧✧✧ ILLNESS
  — ✦✦✦✧✧ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✦✧✧✧✧ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ BROKEN BONES
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ KITTING
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ POISONS
• 
  ✦ longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✦ 50 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; mates with little wolf
  ✦ currently being mentored by berryheart
  ✦ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength, his large size, and wits
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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