Pristinepaw decided that morning. There was no doubt about it. She loved snowflakes. She loved snow. Watching flake after flake drift down to her, Pristinepaw had even gone so far as to stick her tongue out and attempt to catch as many as she could. She probably looked silly, really, but! She loved it! It was incredible!! Pristinepaw wished for the first time that her name had been something else - and not just anything else. She wished for something that related to snow. Would she have been a Snowpaw instead of a Pristinepaw? A Winterpaw? Who knew? For now, the black and white apprentice just kept prancing around the clearing, catching snowflakes and letting out excited trills when they melted on her tongue.
eveningdew raised a judgemental eyebrow, but her stomach rumbled, betraying the molly's hunger. casting a glance back at her warm den, she padded elegantly up to the two gathered cats. ' may i come? ' evening asked, voice as sickly sweet as sugarplums.
purrks ; the collector [ perm. active ]
she/they . rc . 13 moons . one lame leg . tags ; @Rose
[ hope it's okay to put cobweb here ]
trigger warnings for this post: slight nihilism ig? dunno
cobwebpaw shuffled out of the den she had been sleeping in, her lame leg dragging behind her through the snow and making an line in the snow. a slight smile quirked up one half of her mouth as she watched pristinepaw, well. frolick, is a good word for it.
' having fun there? you sure look it. ' cobweb snuffled out a laugh, enjoying the prancing going on in front of her. it was pretty amusing, especially for a time where her future looked so bleak.
She/Her | Chaotic Good | Lionheart
Go With The Flow [Active]
Hopefully, not too much time had passed while she was out on her walk. It had cleared her head, seeing the territory and having the joy of catching a little water vole... but as Cherryswirl approached the fresh kill pile with her catch, her stomach lurched at the sight. A good bit of birds - ugh, the thought of chewing on feathers made her skin crawl - resided on top. No doubt a bit cold now from the weather. Carefully, she deposited the still warm vole on top.
"I think we need more..." She murmured to herself momentarily. Glancing around, her eyes locked on the first two cats she saw,
"Hey! Sparrowsnarl, Swanbite - fancy a hunt?" She called to then with a warm smile, "Try to stock up the pile in case theres anymore storms coming, gotta keep everyone fed!"
"A hunt?" Swanbite, who had formerly been meditating her master plan to fix RiverClan in the clearing, snapped her head around at the calling of her name. Her eyes lit up when she noticed it was Cherryswirl who called her. "Oh, darling, yes! You don't have to ask with me, ever." She purred with a delighted chuckle. The warrioress stood and gracefully shook her long wintry white coat out of any lingering snow. She padded over to the Lionheart and glanced down and the rather pathetic pile at their paws. Stars, that was it? A few measly birds, one fish, a....lizard(???)....and a vole? The hairs on her neck bristled at the sight of it. "Stars, that's all we have?" she hissed, "I know leaf-bare is rough on hunting, but surely our warriors can catch something better than that!" With a sassy lash of her tail, Swanbite immediately made her way to the exit. "Come along, darlings! We must do better!"
Sparrowsnarl
RiverClan
he/him | 50 moons
[Large, fluffy, heavily scarred dark brown tabby with orange eyes]
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The scarred tom sagged when his name was called, having previously been avoiding eye contact with Cherryswirl the moment she seemed to be searching for someone. Wonderful. Sparrowsnarl padded over, his face impassive and silence his only greeting. He nodded curtly at her suggestion, and managed a huff at Swanbite's endless enthusiasm. He had put together a patrol on the outskirts soon after the clan meeting had ended, but he was hoping that would be his only interaction with anyone for a while at least. Apparently StarClan was not done laughing at him. He followed the two mollies silently, his hulking form barely squeezing past the entrance.
purrks ; the collector [ perm. active ]
she/they . rc . 13 moons . one lame leg . tags ; @Rose
[ hope it's okay to put cobweb here ]
trigger warnings for this post: slight nihilism ig? dunno
cobwebpaw shuffled out of the den she had been sleeping in, her lame leg dragging behind her through the snow and making an line in the snow. a slight smile quirked up one half of her mouth as she watched pristinepaw, well. frolick, is a good word for it.
' having fun there? you sure look it. ' cobweb snuffled out a laugh, enjoying the prancing going on in front of her. it was pretty amusing, especially for a time where her future looked so bleak.
Somehow, it had completely slipped Pristinepaw's mind that there was a chance cats in camp could be watching her. So when Cobwebpaw's voice sounded, the pretty apprentice let out a yelp of alarm, snapping back into the present and whipping around to face her denmate.
"Oh, I - hello..!" Except, the young and inexperienced molly hadn't taken stock of her movements before she'd actually done them, and within moments had slipped on a thin layer of frost - of ice - covering the ground. Pristinepaw went down with a quiet thump, and then sprawled there a second before jerking her head back up in shock. "I fell." She breathed, feeling ridiculous for stating the obvious.
Adderpaw
Determined ⋆ Loyal ⋆ Lawful Good ⋆ She/Her
“One day I’ll be the greatest warrior of all the clans!”
Out of boredom Adderpaw looked for the closetest victim to throw her frozen mossball at. She packed it with a lot of snow to make it extra annoying.
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Ears perked up as her name was called, Dusklion trotted over with a flick of her tail. The outskirts borders - how could she have forgotten?? Thankfully though Sparrowsnarl had thought of it and she let out a little chirp to announce her arrival. "Good thinkin', Snarls! Even though things've been quiet since that Will...whatever is name was, was killed 'n those flea-bitten dung piles invaded the territory, securing the borders to anymore threats is a good idea." Hopefully they had seen the last of those wretched pelts - she was still upset that she hadn't managed to sink her claws into any of them.
Adderpaw
Determined ⋆ Loyal ⋆ Lawful Good ⋆ She/Her
“One day I’ll be the greatest warrior of all the clans!”
Out of boredom Adderpaw looked for the closetest victim to throw her frozen mossball at. She packed it with a lot of snow to make it extra annoying.
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->> minkpaw [she/they, rc apprentice, 11moons, the collector, herb1] <<-
a dark blueish grey bengal-patterned she cat with silver eyes
minkpaw had been minding her own business when something cold and wet hit her shoulder. she looked around for the culprit, happy to play with whoever threw the mossball, if that was their intention anyway.
purrks ; the collector , herbal knowledge tier 1
she/they . rc . 13 moons . one lame leg . tags ; @Rose
trigger warnings for this post: none
cobwebpaw snuffed out another laugh, watching the cold breath puff into the frigid air. ' i see that you fell. ' once she finished giggling, she extended a paw to help the other cat up. ' alright? '
Nightweb padded into the clearing unable to sleep. He had try to take a nap but couldn't. He went over to the fresh-kill pile and grabbed a small silver fish and then went over to a sunny spot to lay down and eat.
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