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Post by bee on Apr 20, 2024 16:53:50 GMT -6
frozen valley event [clans]
The snow and ice in the valley melts faster than it does in the mountains. In PrairieClan’s meadows, the sun’s warmth unfreezes the snow. In MistClan’s foggy forest, the mist helps liquefy the snow. And in RidgeClan, the conifer trees have intercepted the snow. It’s warmer in the valley, too, which has provided many with hope that leaf-bare is coming to an end. However, there remains a slight chill in the air, carried through the valley on a light breeze. Some older and wiser warriors warn that leaf-bare never leaves so easily, and one more night of freezing temperatures proves them right. MistClan is the first to learn the river was frozen over. When PrairieClan sees the MistClan cats playing on the ice, they just have to join in. And then RidgeClan decides to take part, too, because why should they let the other clans have all the fun? It is tense at first, but that gives way to a tentative truce, and then finally, the mood completely relaxes, calmed by both the presence of the nearby gathering place where peace is mandatory, and the sight of their youth playing together on the ice. While the older cats have taken to skating leisurely over the ice, catching up with one another like they would at an official gathering, the younger cats have found games to play, like moss ball - but on ice - and racing each other across the river. Have fun! |
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Post by tor on Apr 21, 2024 18:53:48 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/sF9NqCw/cloudpaw~jpg Cloudpaw had seen the gathering place before, on one of his territory walks with Frostfeather, but he had never seen it full. He gaped at the sight of dozens, maybe hundreds, of cats frolicking around the frozen river and the cluster of trees that marked where cats normally met under the full moon. There was no moon now - just the sun, lazily creeping toward its sun-high peak. "That's awesome," he said, voice breathy and high. Normally, embarrassment burned hot in his cheeks when his voice cracked like this. But only Swanpaw was close enough to hear it now, and Cloudpaw was less bothered by their brother's opinion. "Let's go, I think I see some RidgeClan apprentices we can play with." It was hard to tell. Everyone in RidgeClan was too damn big. The grass was icy underfoot as Cloudpaw hurried down the slope toward the gathered cats, but it was nothing compared to the river when his paws made contact. It was cold. And so smooth! Cloudpaw skidded at the sudden lack of friction, and ended up sliding into the middle of the river, surrounded by cats they'd never seen before. They blinked, finding a dozen pair of eyes on them, then called out, "Anyone wanna play mossball?" |
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Post by tor on Apr 23, 2024 7:54:14 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/rc8xfgw/cinder~jpg It was strange to walk the familiar path toward the gathering grounds under the light of a mid-morning sun. Cinderstar felt its rays warm her dark, speckled pelt, providing some relief from the deep chill that gripped the forest. Such a plunge in temperature was unexpected, given the mildness of the last few days of leaf-bare. Now, with new-leaf properly settled over the forest, no one anticipated a freeze like this. In a way, it was beautiful. The thick ice overtop the river glistened in the daylight. At first it made her squint her eyes and look away, moons of tunneling still leaving her sensitive to light. But, slowly, she adjusted, until she felt comfortable enough to walk the rest of the way to the frozen river bank. Nearby, a cluster of older apprentices were organizing some sort of race, while it seemed a pair of younger apprentices were trying to start a game of mossball. Watching them, she felt a longing for her own childhood, and so it pleased her to settle along the bank, paws tucked under her as she watched the children play. We need more of this, she thought, eyes following the mix of clans as they mingled. MistClan apprentice chased after RidgeClan apprentices with nothing but laughter in their eyes. The animosity between the clans wasn't long before many of their births, but it was long enough that she was able to see a glimpse of a more peaceful future in the games they played. Maybe, in time, the warriors of the forest would learn from their youths. A shadow briefly blotted out the sun as another cat approached her. Cinderstar looked up, then smiled. "Come to watch the apprentices with me?" She asked. "I suspect they'll provide endless entertainment." |
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Post by adrian on Apr 28, 2024 13:18:59 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/LNJMjvY/swan~jpg Swanpaw strode behind his sibling quietly, gazing out at the Gathering place with open curiosity. Having not yet attended a Gathering, this was his first time seeing so many warriors from other clans. The imposing figures of the RidgeClan cats he would pretend he wasn't intimidated by, the lanky PrairieClan cats that smelled of grasses and pollen, the gaggle of apprentices clustered together from all three clans... "That's awesome," Cloudpaw said. Though Swanpaw was silent, he was in agreement. The valley looked so full when they were all together like this. Separated by borders, it was easier to think of the other clans in only the abstract. "Let's go, I think I see some RidgeClan apprentices we can play with."As always, he followed along with Cloudpaw, gaining confidence by letting them do the leading. Not taking command had some benefits - for example, he learned the river was slippery by watching Cloudpaw slide across it, first, while he lingered on the bank a moment before joining him. Moss Ball would need, well, a moss ball to play with, wouldn't it? So he scrounged one up before volleying it at Cloudpaw with a quick warning of, "Coming your way!" and only a slight wince when he stepped onto the cold ice for the first time. |
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Post by spotted on May 2, 2024 20:38:26 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/mzh3VmR/avenskitava2~png As soon as his paws his hit the cold of the frozen river he remembered Frostpaw’s words from only a few moons ago. Frostbite. The medicine cat apprentice had called it. It happened when sensitive tissues were left exposed to the cold for too long. But despite his talking to and the stinging herbs he had had to endure from his previous leaf-bare adventures, Avenspaw lept down on the river without hesitation. Wasting no time, he joined one of Quietstream’s kits in conversation before another young Mistclan tom skid into their space with an interesting offer. “We’ll play! Right Bloompaw?” He turned to the rosetted tabby he considered a cousin who nodded with equal enthusiasm at the proposal. |
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