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Post by robin on Nov 29, 2023 14:24:44 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/Y86p4zP/image~png Vulturepaw Snow. It fell in flakes from a sky of neutral grey. Not the deep grey that made the clan uneasy in anticipation of a storm, this was calmer, almost white like the snow itself. Vulturepaw's head tilted to look at the sky, amber eyes tracking the flakes as they drifted down to earth - how mesmerising it could be. A soft chirp escaped his maw as he was accosted, a flake settling upon his nose on its journey to the ground. Vulturepaw scuttled backwards, rearing up onto his hind paws before flopping dramatically over to lie in the fresh snow that covered the ground. He swiped his tongue over his nose, cleaning it of the pesky snowflake and rolling over with an amused purr. He wasn't cold, his thick pelt protected him from much of the leaf-bare chill. It was quite nice to lie there in the snow for a while, it could be fun- though now he was an apprentice, he wouldn't have as much time to play with his siblings, but then he also didn't have Wrenfoot pestering him about how he'd catch a chill. Rolling over onto his back, he fixed his amber gaze on the sky once more, his mouth turning upwards in a lopsided smile. It really did seem as though the sky was falling, maybe Starclan had grown bored with the clans bickering and this was their punishment? He giggled. No, Starclan couldn't make the sky fall, that was silly. |
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Post by owl on Dec 1, 2023 15:19:14 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/9wRN4Fc/snailprofile~png | snailpaw i think that you're worth holding on to
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It usually took a long time for Snailpaw to get out of her nest in the morning. But when Fuzzypaw shook her and told her it was snowing before going off with his mentor... they popped up like a sprout. Though the tortoiseshell wasn't very well equipped for the cold, they adored the snow. They hoped every time it snowed for it to come down deep enough to dig tunnels in it. They wanted to practice and build a HUGE tunnel with Buglepaw to show Turtlewhisker how good she was at it. And to show her father! He was the one who'd suggested it in the first place.
They rolled over and sniffed the spot where their best friend usually slept. She wasn't there, and the moss was cooling— I'll have to go find her if the snow is deep! Maybe I'll see if Papa can take me... he says the tunnels are warmer than above ground this time of year. If only Turtlewhisker would let me train down there... With the littlest of sighs, they sat up and gave their coat a quick groom. She was never very neat with her fur as she couldn't really see any spots that needed attention, which often left her with a case of nest-pelt. If her kin had time, they would help, but most days Snailpaw ended up looking a little frazzled. The apprentice was to excited to wait for much longer. Hopping to their feet, they dashed out of the den and into the freshly fallen snow that blanketed camp. The snow wasn't that deep—yet—about up to her paw if she sunk it through. Hopefully... it'll keep snowing! Whiskers twitching as they felt snowflakes catch on them, they pivoted their head to search for any cats around camp. Closest to her was a dark mound, near to the apprentice's den, almost as if a pile of fresh earth had popped through the snow. Snailpaw knew it was a cat, and breathing in to catch their scent on the chilly wind, they recognized the feline as one of their peers. She remembered playing with the tom when they were kittens, though he was a few moons younger. She'd almost forgotten that Cinderstar had named new apprentices! What did she remember about Vulturepaw... well, that he wasn't born in Prairieclan just like Grubpaw. But that didn't bother her at all. No, he was quite nice and fun! They hadn't spoken to him in a while, what with Turtlewhisker keeping the busy in their training. But why was he on the floor...? Coming to the conclusion that something had happened, the cat dashed to the tabby's side and stood over him with wide blue eyes. "Oh no, Vulturepaw! Are you alright? Did you slip? Do you need help getting up?"
tags: robin
notes: dramatic little silly
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Post by robin on Dec 2, 2023 15:12:11 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/Y86p4zP/Vulturepaw~png Vulturepaw The funny thing about snow, is that it made it hard to go unnoticed. Even walking produced a crunching sound that even the most stealthy of warriors struggled to eliminate. This tell-tale crunching was what alerted him to the approach of one of his clanmates, moments before the worried face of Snailpaw appeared above him. He smiled up at the molly, the idea of inviting her to join him crossing his mind for a moment before her concerned mew registered. "Slip?" he echoed, brow furrowing as he tried to piece together what she was saying. "I didn't slip, I'm fine!" he didn't know where she'd gotten that idea from, he flexed his toes as if to demonstrate that he was uninjured, not so much as a bruise present on his body. "I was... Watching the snow" he explained, gaze drifting away from her face to look back to the sky. "Isn't it beautiful? Do you think it snows in Starclan?" he knew that there was supposed to be plentiful prey in the hunting grounds of their hunting grounds, but did that mean that they never had leaf-bare? Not even for fun? Leaf-bare wasn't fun. That's what everyone insisted when he spoke of the snow and how pretty it could be. But wasn't it true that something could be beautiful and dangerous at the same time? He wasn't a kit in the nursery anymore, he wasn't supposed to find joy in these things. Well, maybe he'd keep the joy to himself? They couldn't police his thoughts, those were his own. Aware that Snailpaw was still hovering, watching him with those concerned eyes, he patted the spot next to him. "Do you want to watch with me? It's fun, honest!" but maybe she'd think he was weird, that's what some of the other apprentices thought. He saw the way they looked at him sometimes, or the way they'd whisper among themselves when he said something that... Wasn't allowed? That's how it seemed sometimes, like some things shouldn't be said - but how could words be against the rules? Wrenfoot said that they just didn't understand him, maybe Snailpaw wouldn't understand either, but he wanted her to. |
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