➵𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚗➵ [CLOSED]

[Solarian]

（name）leopardfrost（age）30 m.（gender）female（mood）Anxious（location）In camp（tagged）None

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"Speech." / Thoughts.

Leopardfrost was doing her usual pacing towards the side of the camp, her tail flicking as she paced in the same area for what seemed like several minutes. Her eyes were squinted and narrowed as she was thinking about another problem she shouldn't be worried about. Starclan, you're being pretty useless right now, help would be appreciated. She huffed in thought, her pale green eyes still focused on nothing in particular. Apparently, she was thinking about what was going to happen today before anything even started to happen.

[Willow-way]

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Willowfether
age 31 moons
gender female
rank warrior
location sitting towards the side of camp
tagged open

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Willowfeather trudged back towards the warriors den. Every once in awhile when she felt particuarly restless she would go in the cold. For she always felt lucky of her thick warm coat keep her feeling lukewarm in the cold though her soft pads would begin to sting if she was out in the cold too long. Willowfeather stopped halfway to the den though and thought about accidentally waking the other warriors. 'Maybe I could go find some bedding,' the she-cat thought to herself After all, she had always felt bad that Bearpaw was alone being an apprentice.

As Willowfeather looked up to the sky she felt like asking starclan why they had brought the darkness and cold to them. While the molly knew that everyone had lost something from the cold she could never stop thinking that hers was slightly worse. She remembered her mother very well she had a soft thick coats much like Willowfeather and the molly now thanked her mother for giving her the fluffy coat she used to hate. For her mother was the biggest reason she was a survivor. When the sun hadn't rose it wasn't long for many to be picked off. Willowfeather remembered her siblings. They had inherited father's short sleek coat, they were smaller, weaker, and no matter how hard Willowfeather had tried to protect them after their parents had died she couldn't in the end. She shuddered in disgust remembering the ragtag band of rouges who had gone crazy saying that there must be sacrifices before the weather would be warm again. Her mother and father fought the rouges away while they escaped and her parents became sacrifices themselves. Willowfeather turned away from the warriors den and sweeped away some snow with her tail before siting down.

[luca balsa.]

Rainpaw
Female - Med. Apprentice - 11 Moons - Tags; -

Rainpaw lay in her nest, tail covering her nose as tucked into a tight ball. Her eyes were glued shut but she just could not fall asleep. But it was like this every night so she was used to it. She fell asleep a few times last night but only enough to see glimpses of her old Riverclan camp but wake up moments later. The camp was gone and instead the wall of the medicine den was there replacing it. She sat up and shook off her pelt flicking a few pieces of moss off of it. Her mentor was still asleep so she would ask him later if there were any herbs she needed to go out and get. She instead padded to the entrance of the medic den and sat in the entrance watching the camp. Her tail swished side to side behind her as she watch everyone wake up in the camp and as the cold made her sleepiness fade away.

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Female - Med. Apprentice - 11 Moons - Tags; - [/color][/center]

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[petrichor.]

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ʟᴏsᴛᴄʀᴇᴇᴋ
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the chilly morning air coming into the warriors den was what awoke lostcreek that morning. the pale she-cat lay in her nest in a shivering heap, he long coat doing nothing to help her. she desperately wanted to go back to sleep, but the cold wouldn't let her. lostcreek stretched out with a small sigh, claws digging into her nest. she shook out her long coat as she stood up, padding towards the den entrance.

lostcreek stepped out of the den and into the chilly air, blinking at the snow that was still falling. she could already feel the shivering starting up again. the shivers always wracked her body, leaving her feeling weak as her muscles grew sore from being clenched so often. lostcreek made her way towards falconstar's den to discuss things like the patrols and what he wanted sent out today. it would probably be hunting patrols to see what prey the warrior could find in the snow.

[KittyWarrior]

🐾Falconstar
🐾Leader
🐾Male
🐾Open

The bitter cold air stung Falconstar's paws as he stood up from his nest and walked across his den. He let out a quiet sigh before heading back towards his nest and sitting down, wrapping his tail over his paws. He figured he should discuss patrols with Lostcreek soon, and made up his mind to go find her as soon as he could.

[Solarian]

（name）leopardfrost
（age）30 m.
（gender）female
（mood）Annoyed
（location）In camp
（tagged）None

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"Speech." / Thoughts.

Leopardfrost was constantly letting her mind drift back to when she spent her time with her clanmates in Riverclan. Everything was going so well, all until this fish-brained prophecy ruined everything! She was planning on becoming deputy and then leader! Everything she worked for just disappeared and left everyone in turmoil. The she-cat would give anything to be next to her friends as she fished and swam in the calm lukewarm river during Greenleaf. Barely anyone she knew was left alive. She could count the toes on her paws to figure that out.

Her own growl broke her from her endless pacing and thought. She now stood still, stifling out a sigh of remorse and loss. No matter how much she missed her friends and family, she had to make new friends in this world, it's what they would of wanted her to do. She shook her fur and sat down, taking a deep breath. The thoughts of the past couldn't hurt her now, she's lived far to long just to go insane like the already dead cats.

[Willow-way]

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Willowfether
age 31 moons
gender female
rank warrior
location camp
tagged leopardfrost

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Willowfeather looked around calming herself down thinking about what she was going to do, what kind of prey she might catch in the snow, who she might talk to, and what she would do now. Willowfeather saw Leopardfrost looking agitated. Though she hadn't know Leopardfrost well Willowfeather did know they came from the same original clan and decided she would go see what was wrong. So Willowfeather stood up shook her snowy fur and pranced over to Leopardfrost her steps light and graceful. 'Hello Leapordfrost." She said greeting the other she. "Something is troubling you? What is wrong?" Willowfeather asked her voice was light and curious. Willowfeather didn't know much about Leapordfrost and since there were so few cats now she figured it was time to learn some of her companions and attempt not to make enemies but friends instead though with her opinionated, stubborn head sometimes it could be difficult when others were contrasting her. Or trying to tell her she was wrong.

[catephant]

ooc;; @spacefox, i'll have it done within a couple hours!

|name|saberfoot |age|28 m. |gender|male |mood|excited |location|his pine tree |tagged|Bearpaw[ish]|[pretty much the whole clan]

Saberfoot sat crouched on a branch overlooking the central part of camp. While most cats would be waking up and thinking about the day ahead, the long-haired tom had been up for hours watching the main camp through narrowed eyes. His pelt was fluffed to the max [an attempt to keep out the cold] and he was huddled against the trunk of a massive pine [his favourite because it was the perfect distance from camp to be able to take a flying leap into its center].
Like others, he hadn't been able to sleep well. It wasn't due to the cold or even his past [which chose to haunt him during the day rather than night, a development he was thankful for], it was the constant scheming that kept his mind spinning deep into the night. He had another idea, but it would have to wait until Willowfeather got back [leaving her out of the action would not be a good idea]. For now he would have to settle with the classic flying-insane-cat leap.
Saberfoot sat up and ruffled his pelt while mentally cataloguing the where abouts of the clan cats. There was Leopardfrost, currently pacing [Nothing new there, he thought, rolling his eyes], Willowfeather was no where to be seen [Wait. No, there she is. his eyes flicked to the she-cat who began talking to Leopardfrost], Rainpaw had just left her den, Lostcreek was shivering as she walked towards Falconstar, and that tom had just walked out to meet her.
With another quick glance around the camp, Saberfoot realized there was no Bearpaw. A devilish grin [as devilish as cats can get] graced his features and without a second thought he launched his fluffy body at the camp, yowling ["Wake up, Bearpaw!"] at the top of his lungs. It might not have been the best idea with Falconstar right there, but there was always a price for comedy.

[Solarian]

（name）leopardfrost
（age）30 m.
（gender）female
（mood）Annoyed
（location）In camp
（tagged）Willowfeather

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"Speech." / Thoughts.

Leopardfrost quickly looked up at the voice who just spoke to her, breaking completely out of her own thoughts."Oh, hello Willowfeather." She twitched her whiskers, greeting her clanmate."The usual is wrong, I'm just thinking away again. I just miss Riverclan, that's all."The she-cat summarized her problems in a simple sentence, it was honestly her bad habit of thinking too much, she never was really troubled by a cat in general. At least she felt like she could trust her original clanmates.

[ᴠᴇʟʟɪᴄʜᴏʀ.]

Snowkit (alias - Frost) | 28 moons | Female | Loner | Tagging: None

Frost's pads were beginning to feel numb. She took this as a sign that she needed to hurry back to the den. The molly had traveled a distance from it and was now closer to the clan's territory then her and Shade's den. Frost had seen no sign of prey during her small journey except for a few birds. In the snow, the molly was much too slow to catch one. But she couldn't go back. She was going to catch something. This wouldn't be a fruitless venture. Frost came to the conclusion that she couldn't just wander around anymore hoping that the prey would come to her. She would have to make a plan.

Frost climbed the nearest tree. She had to admit the her tree climbing abilities were not the best. It must have been an awkward sight to watch the white she-cat inch her way up it's trunk. Frost perched herself on one of the tree's branches. The molly kept her paws tucked under her so they could warm, and she pressed her body against the tree's trunk using it as a wind brace. Up here Frost would wait for a passing bird to land under her tree. Then she could jump down on her unsuspecting victim. Admittedly, Frost had better plans but this was the only one that kept her out of the snow and somewhat shielded by the elements.