1x1 Roleplay w/Harper

[Nunavik]

Crunching leaves underpaw announced the arrival of Fleetingspots. His long fur brushed up against the wind. Snow had begun to fall, presenting a whole new atmosphere after the break of ConstellationClan. Fleetingspots's heart was heavy as he slowed to a trot, passing some of his clanmates from the back of the clan. A few older cats, warriors he had trained beside, patted him on the back with their fine tails. Words of praise followed suit by the kit-mothers whom were all but pleased to be away. The sound of his name reached Fleetingspots's ears before he had time to register who had said it. Finally, the silver-furred warrior reached the front of the group.

Poppyheart stood there, addressing the mother of Cloverpaw. With a bowed head, he approached. "Let's go." Fleetingspots meowed in haste. The falling snow had begun to fall with more speed. Already, his silver fur had begun to glow white. "We need to find somewhere to make camp while the the snow falls." Fleetingspots lifted his head, letting his voice travel to his new clanmates. "I need some warriors to help scout ahead." He had no intentions of camping in ConstellationClan's territory even for a night. There was no telling what Constellationstar would do once she had a night to settle on her decision.

[Aesthxtically_Insxn]

Poppyheart shivered, feeling the cold rush through her body. Her thin pelt made it impossible for her to stay warm, a few warriors had volunteered to stay in the front of the group. Her ears fell over her head as she heard the haste in Fleetingspots voice and she shivered. "Are you okay Fleetingspots?" she said softly. Her head tilted to the side,"I know we are going to have a hard time getting through the harsh leaf-bare, but everything's going to be okay... Trust me..."

[Nunavik]

"Thank you." Fleetingspots meowed, giving each warrior whom had volunteered a grateful nod. With the volunteer patrol off to search for somewhere to settle for the night, Fleetingspots gathered the remainder of the clan and led the way through the undergrowth. Poppyheart remained at his side as he trudged through the gathering snow. Her question set a shiver down his spine. He wasn't okay. Not even a little bit but during such a time, he had to remain strong even in front of Poppyheart. "I'm fine." He lied with a brief glance towards the she-cat. He tried to coax a smile onto his maw. "We'll be okay, I know but we have a long way ahead of us. Once dawn comes, i'm sure Constellationstar will have a change of heart and send warriors to show us a lesson. If not, we have to come to a compromise even if we are now divided."

[Aesthxtically_Insxn]

She nodded softly wincing as the snow packed on her pelt, sticking on to her eyelids. She sighed, continuing to make an effort to go on. She couldn't exactly rely on her coat for warmth so she just kept going. "How long do you think it will take to get through Constellationclan territory?" she asked, her eyes pierced so she could look over at him. Then she remembered,"The newborns will freeze to death if we don't hurry..."

[Nunavik]

Summer moons were a pain to him. His coat was nearly white, leaving him open to enemies in battle and easily spotted when hunting prey. It couldn't go without mention that his long coat provided extra heat that caused him to have a harder time during the spring and summer. Winter, however, was perfect for him. His silvery fur blended perfectly in the snow. His long fur warmed him from nose to tail. His clanmates, regrettably, weren't so fortunate. Fleetingspots had a difficult time remembering this. He had enough warmth and stamina to make it out of ConstellationClan's territory in the falling snow. His clanmates, however, did not.

Upon Poppyheart's comment, the new leader of a divided ConstellationClan turned his head. A mother had picked up her kitten, ignoring its yowls of protest in exchange for trying her best to keep up with the traveling clan. An elder was leaning against an apprentice, clearly shivering in the cold. Fleetingspots' heart nearly broke at the sight. "We won't make it out of ConstellationClan's territory in this state." He meowed. His reply was more to himself as he turned back to watch where his paws stepped. He led the group a few more treelengths before deciding enough was enough. They had managed to leave the interior lands of ConstellationClan and while they weren't out of the territory, they were far enough to have a few hours headstart if they got up and continued their journey just before dawn.

Fleetingspots stopped. The sound of relieved sighs echoed in his ears. "We won't make it out of ConstellationClan in this weather. We'll have to camp here for the night."

[Aesthxtically_Insxn]

Poppyheart staggered slightly, but let her frame settle on the cold earth,"Thank Starclan, I was afraid most of us wouldn't make it." She felt her heart beating out of her chest, her body had become cold and her eyes were a pale green color. She nodded over to Fleetingspots, setting her head over her paws,"I just hope we make it, I don't want to risk losing another batch of warriors, we already lost some because of greencough a few moons back, the cold just might do it for the lot of us...." Her gaze was frightened, as she tried to get to her paws, stumbling towards the others, encouraging them to huddle together, to have the mothers, kits, and elders on the inside and the apprentices, and warriors on the outside.

[Nunavik]

Fleetingspots offered the she-cat a slow nod of agreement. "Get some rest, Poppyheart." The tom-cat meowed. The announcement they would sleep here for the night made many warriors quick to fall into a deep slumber. A small kitten had managed to trot away from its sleeping mother's side. Fleetingspots scooped up the kitten with his tail, and settled back onto his haunches. The kitten quickly fell asleep nestled in Fleetingspots' warm fur. The silver warrior's green eyes seemed to gleam with age and wisdom as he peered down on the sleeping kitten's form. "I'll take the first watch."

time-skip to just before dawn?

[Aesthxtically_Insxn]

Sure)

Poppyheart had surely woken up with a start. Her bones ached, and were stiff. She had to admit, this was rough... Her head lifted as she winced, the bright beams of the sun shone down on the group of cats. Once her eyes adjusted she looked around, she must have been the first cat awake. She was having dreams, devastating dreams... Why had Starclan given her the dream? She didn't know. But it sent shivers up the she-cats spine every time she thought about it. She finally got to her paws, nudging Fleetingspots to notify him that it was dawn.

[Nunavik]

A soft groan echoed deep from within Fleetingspots's lungs. The feeling of soft paws prodding his pelt made the silver-furred warrior hot with annoyance. The recently-proclaimed leader nudged the paw from his pelt with a brief swing of his shoulders. He muttered something about a few more minutes before his bushy tail drew itself over his rosy-pink nose. An extra layer of snow had fell the previous night, making the mushy undertow of dirt no longer moist and brown but purely white. A true winter wonderland.

Just a few hours before dawn-break, Fleetingspots had been relieved of the guarding duty when the patrol he had sent had returned. Two warriors had taken up the watch, leaving Fleetingspots to get some well-deserved sleep. The patrol had found an area just a short journey after the border of ConstellationClan. According to the miniature group, it wasn't much but it could be home if they really put some effort into building a border. Fleetingspots had fallen asleep with the thought of a home and a Clan full of loyal members without the fear of death plaguing them like black death.

Fleetingspots would have fallen back into his slumber to the thought if the sound of crunching snow didn't raise him. The silver tabby's head shot up in alarm. His soft green eyes were bloodshot; every hair stuck up along his spine. His ears were pinned, and flattened against his skull. It didn't take long before Fleetingspots gathered his surroundings. Poppyheart was beside him. The sight of her paws just beside his body made he assume she had prodded him awake moments earlier. Around him, the Clan was gathering. Although he found himself drained of his strength, Fleetingspots did his best to pick himself to his paws. "I'm awake." He announced emotionlessly. The comment was more to himself as if his physical self needed to be coaxed into believing the statement.

so sorry for not replying earlier! i've been under alot of stress with my school shutting down and my dog's recent injuries. i'll probably have days I won't reply until school lets out.