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Snowstone trotted up, making sure her kits were in the nursury.
Nightpaw trotted up quickly, sitting next to Hivepaw
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Mudhound
Thunderclan Hornet | They/them | 40 Moons
Bilingual T3 | Flock Together T3 | Rapid Recovery | Killer Aptitude T3
MMmmmmm. Chilly.
Thankfully with Mudhound thick and fluffy fur and the pudge they'd lost from the sickness starting to come back with care the tripod wasnt that chilled. The apprentices though... Poor chaps, maybe they'd come to cuddle, the hornet didnt mind being used as a heater.
Dusting off some snow Mudhound loafed, tucking their paws under themselves and looked up at their sister, curious.
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Snowstone trotted up, making sure her kits were in the nursury.
Nightpaw trotted up quickly, sitting next to Hivepaw
Fawnshadow had settled down lazily, waiting for the annoucement when she caught wind of Bearsnarl's scent. She turned her head to look around for him ``Hey bear!`` She called.
The moment Beetlekit crouched down a gust of cold wind hit Oakkits face. Oakkit stared at the clearing for a moment before realizing what happened and giving Beetlekit a grateful nod. Now Oakkit could see what’s actually going on!
Quackpaw. Was. HERE! Oof- she slipped. Ow, ow, cold, cold, COLD! IT'S TOO COLD. It's time for the apprentice to go bother a warrior. She scanned the the crowd aaandd...AHA! "Muddyyyyy" The apprentice lauched herself (read: ran over) to the brown hornet; look at them, all comfortable like a loaf of bread. If she ends up crashing into Muddy, then her little grand entrance won't exactly go as planned. Or maybe it will. Surprises are always part of a reveal. Quackpaw liked those, makes things more fun. Except for the plague, that was NOT a good surprise "I wanna sit next to you! D'ya think there's gonna be anything interesting this meeting?? How long does Leafbare usually last? Any more moons we gotta wait? It's too cold" as a kit born in Greenleaf, of course she was waiting until things got significantly warmer
Bri shivers violently as a gelid draft sweeps harshly through her pelt, piercing through to her very bones. She can't help but internally curse that she heard Bumblestar's call despite herself, though for that she feels very guilty about- so she's out here right now anyways and has not pretended to still be soundly asleep in her shared nest next to Acornfall. Uhhhggggg, she hates leafbare. The bi-colored she wraps her tail around her tightly, curling up into a condensed ball of fluff and misery, curled ears folded against her head in an attempt to save them from freezing off. She'll pay attention, but not happily. The warrior huffs, a her breath visible as it clouds in front of her. This is how you know it's too cold to be out here. Right there. She groans to herself, burying her head in her chest fur, desperately searching for some way to bring up her body temperature.
(OPEN- @Luna16 hehe, someone is missing her portable heater)
Acornfall was padding back into camp just in time to hear Bumblestar start a meeting. He quickly dropped his catch - a half-starved mouse, nothing very impressive but food was food - and bounded over to join his clanmates. Almost instinctively, his eyes trained on the shivering form of his mate, and he quickly made his way over to Briarmask. Sitting behind her and curling his upper body around her, enveloping the petite feline slightly in an attempt to keep her hutched form warm. “Sorry I’m late, love.” He murmured, a purr in his voice, as he gave one of her curled little ears a quick lick.
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