SunClan
i stop to smell the roses; my body decomposes
Posts: 98 
Pronouns: he/him
Played By: rubykh
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Post by Tinyleaf on Jan 19, 2023 23:35:24 GMT -6
It had been a while, now, since clanmates had dropped like flies in the approaching leafbare. Some literally, some.. in all but body. Morale was at an all-time low as clan numbers dwindled further into decline, and the poor hunting didn't help. Hungry mouths made hungrier hearts, and winter wasn't exactly good for keeping cats full. Sure, at least the rebel exile had helped to balance some of the prey quotas, but. It also meant losing some very valuable hunters. It'd started snowing, recently, and without the lucky coverage of the sparse Sunclan canopies, there were few areas that weren't cloaked in that traitorous white. Easy to stand out against. Easier to crunch your paws into, if you weren't patient enough to endure the freezing shuffle of your paw pads through the snow drifts just to avoid scaring off the last bird of the season. Was frostbite worth a robin? For his clanmates? Always. As bright and orange as he may have been, sticking out like a nasty wound on the otherwise pristine pelt of the frosty fields he stalked within, Tinyleaf was no quitter. If times were gonna be tough this season, then tough! He'd rise to the challenge, like he always did, and keep every cat left nourished and satisfied! Even if it meant skipping his own meals! After all, he was one of the smaller members. That meant he probably didn't need as much food as someone like, say, Swanmask or Crowflame. Or Iceglow. Or.. most cats, since most were bigger than him. Whatever the case, it was that motive which had brought the little tabby into the harsh climate in hopes of sniffing out a hibernation burrow or two. Flushing out some snoozing rabbits would keep everyone fed for at least a few days, with their long nap being sustained by moons of grazing in preparation. Plump and fat with the rich juices meant to preserve their dozing bodies until newleaf, a still-sleepy lapine would be the perfect meal for the apprentices. All of them! Maybe there'd even be enough left over for Rabbitstar! Now, wouldn't that be an offering? Waggling his hindquarters in an excited shuffle at the thought, Tinyleaf pounced over the nearest log, the snow compacting beneath his paws on the other side to cushion most of the sound into a muffled crunch. Not the kind of crunch you'd want to be making when trying to sneak up on more sensitive prey, but.. it was a burrow he was after, and it was certainly a burrow he'd get! All he had to do was keep poking his nose around... ..and immediately yank his muzzle back, pawing over his nose as he sneezed a puff of hot air into the surroundings. Tickles!! Shaking his snout to clear the tingling sensation of flakes dissolving in his nostrils, Tinyleaf decided to proceed more cautiously. Even a sleeping bunny could hear a big nose snorting and snuffling after a bad inhale!
In the midst of his continued mission to ambush a warren, something else tipped off his senses. The movement of something bulky nearby, pushing up snow in its path and sending vibrations up to his half numbed paw pads. Not a rabbit, certainly. Much too big. Something surface-level, for sure. A clanmate? As his jaw parted just enough to scent, he found he couldn't quite make out the smell with the water from the melted snow still throwing off his nose. All he tasted was cold, cold wind! Luckily, he didn't have to stand around long to find out what came next. It was much easier to see who was nearby as the drifts seemed to part before her strong steps. A figure he knew quite well! "Swanmask!" With perking ears sprinkled in white, he bounded back over the log he'd just cleared, back legs clamoring as they caught on a stray branch- sending him tripping face-first into the snow with an accompanying thwump. The powder erupted around him with little fanfare, and settled back over his head as if already in the process of burying him. A proper funeral for a cat about to die from embarrassment.
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SunClan
High Position
Posts: 38 
Pronouns: she/her
Played By: Nightrose
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Post by Swanmask on Jan 24, 2023 13:23:29 GMT -6
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The she-cat had grown restless after making sure patrols were taken care of for the day, noticing she had set it up that she was free to chose what she could do the she had been mildly surprised it had been a while since she seemed to have time. She had notified Rabbitstar that she was going to leave camp, attempt to see what she could catch as she wondered Sunclans landscape for signs of anything whether that be prey, predator or trespasser. That was one thing she could confirm with the snow is how many paw steps had been taken through it the different scents clung to the frozen landscape through it came with a small tickle to the nose with the crisp glittering flecks of swirling frost. As she pushed carefully through the snow her long fur keeping her warm as she made her own path her ears continued to move not wanting to move to quickly through the snow, just in case of nearby prey. If she was lucky she could bring something back to camp with her and it would provide some relief until next sunrise, when the worry would settle into her chest like a weight.
As she padded forward though vigilant she was also slightly lost to her thoughts thinking back on the events that lead to this sunrise and the slightly tense atmosphere the camp provided like a heavy fog. Her ears pulled down she never would have thought so much would change, that the clan would lose clanmates to something other then sickness, battle or old age. They had lost good warriors those that would have prospered in the clan and probably made names for themselves in the future but those futures were no longer currently entangled with the clans. She hadn't been in the camp at the time it had happened having wanted to get some prey for the clan and make sure that her mind was clear before she went back for vigil would the outcome had been different had she been though? or could she have made it worse had she tried to reason with them all...
She was not so lost to these drowning thoughts that she did not pick up her name being called her ears twitched towards the sound before her head followed a bounding snowy orange and white pelt could be seen before the other attempted to climb an ice covered log that lay upon the ground still sturdy and yet to be falling apart from moons among the dirt and wear from other creatures. When the tom got caught on a stray branch she winced as he suddenly went forward into the snow disturbed the glittering flecks swirled in the sky once more before drifting back down upon his head her ears twitched in wonder if he was alright.
"Tinyleaf, are you okay?" she asked lightly not wanting to cause panic by rushing forward she approached the other slowly the snow hardly holding her back as she made the path.
Txt "Speech" Attack
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SunClan
i stop to smell the roses; my body decomposes
Posts: 98
Pronouns: he/him
Played By: rubykh
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Post by Tinyleaf on Feb 4, 2023 3:16:14 GMT -6
Oh. Despite the overwhelming blackness shrouding his vision, it seemed he hadn't in fact died. There was someone calling his name!
Peeling his face from the ground, it were as if Tinyleaf's ginger mask had been wiped clean, replaced instead with a packed layer of snow surrounding two emerald eyes! As the white began to slide down, revealing the true orange beneath, he blinked from the ghostly coverage, ears flicking hard against the second pelt that'd been unwillingly tossed upon him. From amidst his recovery, he could see the sturdy figure of his deputy and friend swiftly nearing. As strong and persistent as a river stone against the spring floods, he wouldn't be surprised if Swanmask could take on a twoleg monster and win, the way she marched the snow like pushing through flimsy meadow brush. Completely unmovable, she quite literally forged her own path, unburdened by the shackles of winter. He was so busy admiring her that he forgot he were still masquerading (literally) as a solid cat! With snow still clinging to his spotted muzzle, he lifted his nose to greet the other, foregoing his humiliation in favor of reassuring her.
"I'm okay! I guess that was Starclan reminding me to be grateful for all the snow. A crash like that in newleaf might've startled all the prey away!" Blinking humorously, he slowly eased to his paws, underbelly slick with the surface melt of the frost that had melded and melted to his furry stomach. The sensation wasn't exactly pleasant, leaving that sluggish, sliding chill running rivulets down his sensitive fluff and seeping over the skin below. He'd need a pretty thorough grooming, at this point, to restore himself to dryness. But then, almost every patrol left him soggy and cold, these days. New seasons brought new habits! For now, he bore the burden, prioritizing the interaction he'd taken the fall for. Scampering off would be sacrificing the entire point of his failed advance! "What're you doing out here by yourself, Swanmask? A special duty?" A plop as another clump of snow toppled over his now active jaw to the ground below. Secretly, he hoped the answer was no. Secrets had only brought Sunclan pain, recently, but.. well. If she weren't out on duty, that might just mean they could pick up his hunting together, like old times!
..Well. Just the two of us, instead of the three. But even that partial semblance of routine, patrolling with one of his two regular teammates.. would be a nice distraction. Knowing that someone was still here to roam with, no matter how much the snow piled and the stars dimmed. Maybe they could even catch a rabbit!!
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