camp you don't quite mind ] relaxing

[SILLYBREEZE]

Sillybreeze stretches luxuriously in the sunlight, arching her back until her spine crackles in satisfaction. The gentle breeze ruffles her fur, tickling her skin and sending a wave of contentment through her body. It's a calm day in camp, and she's decided to take full advantage of it. After all, how often do warriors get the chance to relax without a task nagging at their paws? She sprawls out in a warm patch near the entrance, letting herself melt into the ground like a puddle of fur and whiskers. Her tail flicks lazily, and her eyes narrow to slits as she watches the camp's activity unfold around her. Kits tumble and roll outside the nursery, chattering with unbridled excitement about who can climb the highest, who can pounce the farthest. She huffs softly, a bemused smile quirking her mouth. Ah, to be that young and that endlessly energetic again. Not that she's old, not by a long shot! But the patrolling is much more intense now that she's a warrior, she must admit.

The quiet buzz of life around her is soothing, grounding her as she observes from her sunny perch. A warrior trots by with fresh-caught prey, and she raises her head to sniff the air, picking up the faint scent of mouse and vole. Her stomach growls, reminding her that she hasn't eaten since early morning. But instead of getting up, she simply watches as the cat drops their haul onto the fresh-kill pile, letting her gaze drift over each catch thoughtfully. She'll eat in a moment...maybe. Right now, she's savoring this rare pause, the warm sunlight, and the distant hum of her clanmates. As the sun starts its lazy descent, the air shifts, carrying a hint of coolness that makes her fluff up slightly. Sillybreeze sighs, finally pulling herself up, stretching each limb carefully. There's a calm satisfaction in her eyes as she pads to the fresh-kill pile, her stomach's gentle reminder finally winning over her desire to remain in blissful repose. She plucks a small vole from the pile, carrying it back to her sunny spot with a soft hum in her throat.​

 

[frostbreath]

⊹₊꒰ა𓆩♱𓆪໒꒱₊⊹ frostbreath had found a spot not far from sillybreeze's when the other warrior had left to find a meal. she wasn't so much soaking in the drops of sun, rather finding a quiet place to brush leaf litter from her fur. now, it felt she was intruding upon her clanmate's space.

she was too close to just sit there and not say something. a pale tongue darts over her silver tinged muzzle in contemplation. now she was staring, at the vole carried in her teeth, at her relaxed disposition when settling into the patch of sunlight. frostbreath had looked too long to remain quiet any longer. "vole's a good choice," she hums in approval, tufted ears downturned just slightly. she liked it enough herself, more than mice at least. she hardly ever made the journey to the riverside to catch the creature between her own claws. "is it your favorite?"

IM SPINNING OUT / / ₊⊹ I CANT CONTROL MY CAR‎ ‎‎࿐

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  FROSTBREATH ࿐ SHE/HER, SKYCLAN WARRIOR, 34 ☾'s
  ➺ an elegant longhaired blue silver tabby with low white and misty blue eyes.
  ➺ NPC x NPC / / currently mentoring none.
  ➺ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.
  ➺ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[SILLYBREEZE]

Sillybreeze tilts her head slightly, her ear flicking toward the sound of Frostbreath's voice. She blinks, momentarily surprised at the intrusion but then smiles, a soft chuckle slipping from her throat as she lowers the vole to the ground. Frostbreath, a quiet and reserved warrior, doesn't exactly seem the type to engage unless there's a reason, but Sillybreeze has always known how to draw out conversation when she feels the air getting too still. She takes her time, chewing thoughtfully on the tender flesh before speaking, a faint hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "I suppose it's a good choice," she responds, her voice light and unhurried, "though I don't think it's my favorite. I prefer something a little more... satisfying. But," she pauses, giving Frostbreath a playful look, "you can't go wrong with a good vole. Especially when the sun's out, and the day's this calm."

Sillybreeze stretches lazily, her tail flicking gently against the soft earth as she settles comfortably into her patch of sun, feeling it soak into her fur. She studies Frostbreath for a moment, noticing the subtle tension in the warrior's posture. The thought strikes her that Frostbreath must not often seek out company, not in the way Sillybreeze does. She wonders if she might be too close for comfort, but then again, Frostbreath wouldn't have spoken up if she didn't want some company, would she? "What about you?" Sillybreeze asks, her voice warm, "What do you prefer? Fish, maybe? Or are you more of a rabbit cat?" Her tail swishes, sending a few blades of grass flying.​