As Winter arrives| Open

[Featherz]

As the cold sun seeped into the apprentice den, Featherpaw woke up. It had been a cold night and she awoke to find the smells around her covered with a layer of frost and cold. The young she-cat stood up and stretched, awakening her sleepy legs. Featherpaw groomed her silver pelt till it was sleek and soft, taking extra care to make sure every hair was perfect. By this time, the young feline was warm and awake. Featherpaw opened her icy blue eyes and after several seconds of disorientation as the piercing cold hit her blind blue eyes, she padded out off the apprentice den. AS Featherpaw trotted over to the fresh-kill pile, she didn't notice the patch of ice and slipped. Before it was too late however she managed to catch her self. Silently she cursed herself and her senses. Everything just smelt the same! When she reached the fresh kill pile she noticed there was only 1 item left. A sodden and old mouse. After moaning, she took the mouse and found her favourite crook in the camp. Featherpaw devoured the old mouse in 3 bites. But that was her share. Featherpaw was about to go back to her nest before she remembered the fresh kill pile was now bare. Featherpaw sighed, she was hoping for some more sleep. But nowadays Serenitystar stresses about how much everyone needs to work to feed the clan. Cautiously, the young cat made her way out of the camp and thanked Starclan that she didn't die trying so. After what seemed hours of trekking through the sodden forest, Featherpaw heard a rustle come from the bushes. Featherpaws reflex bounced her into the hunters crouch and her ears perked up. It was a small mouse as the smell, there wasn't much of one. However, she took her chances and pounced, grasping a tired and confused mouse in her paws. Without hesitating Featherpaw killed the small mouse. Calling it a day, Featherpaw took the small animal that represented hours of hard work back to camp. Word count:347 Tags: None OOC: YAY this one is a bit scruffier because my computor crashed so i had to re-write it all/

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[Nako [Eth]]

    don`t try to hide

  The warmth of the Nursery flooded the tiny kit`s body as she realised she was awake and still breathing. The little fae had yet another nightmare, and at the thought of it a squeak erupted from her throat. She frowned at the thought, shaking her head, trying to clear her mind. It`s a new day.. The little grey kit thought with a sigh. Her little ice-blue gaze wavered over her siblings for a mere second before she decided to leave and explore camp on her own. Not that it would matter.. it`s just one time. One time can`t hurt all that much.. right? She decided, slowly getting up to her little white paws, scrambling to try and walk casually out of the Nursery, but the coldness that began to grip her pelt as she made it to the entrance made her slip and fall. Awkwardly, she began to get back up to her paws when the scent of something amazing flooded up her nostrils. Fresh-kill.. The little kit thought; the smell of the prey was making her mouth water in anticipation. The miniature, dark-coloured kit began to pad towards the smell, where she noticed the blind apprentice named Featherpaw. Her eyes, or at least her good one, widened as she stared up at the other feline. Interaction with others seemed impossible for her.. Her body began to tremble and she slowly stepped back as a high-pitched squeak came out from her throat shyly. "O-oh, hi..." The words she had managed to utter were barely audible, even to her herself -- despite her good hearing. Sure, the feline had heard of the apprentice standing before her, when some cats were talking about her blindness. She wondered how it was like. To be an apprentice.. She would often find herself daydreaming over and over about it again. Anyhow, maybe the fact that they were both blind.. that they were both blind somewhat -- so that meant they had stuff in common. Maybe we`ll become friends..? Nyxkit tried to continue hoping that the apprentice wouldn`t yell at her to get away like some cats did, especially Ferretwhisper, one of the grumpiest cats she`d ever seen in her life so far. As she thought of this, her next few words came out of her although without her own acceptance, "I-I'm Nyxkit."

   your petty little lies

Tags: Featherz Muse: 38% Words: 358 Notes:

Yay, it`s Nyx...Sorry, I haven`t roleplayed her in ages.. Trying to keep her typing style still up though, with her little `s as apostrophes.. Don't really know if I should though, seeing as the secret`s been out for a while. But eh. I think it brings out her character more. Again, sorry. This is really short, but meh.

[»Neoɴ]

"Cold!" Heatherpaw had complained under her breath. The air was freezing, and misty little fogs was created every time the grey apprentice exhaled the warmth out of her. Everywhere her eyes go, the white snow greeted it. True, it's quite dazzling, but it's still cold. She faced things right on at most times, but really, this one weakness bothers her so much. Her thin body, her short fur. Great support for facing the winter days, thank you very much. What else will bother her as much? Annoyed, she took a few careless steps out from her warm, comfortable den. Of course, she slipped on the icy ground, and went nearly out of balance. Heatherpaw cursed, but then looked around, afraid that her seniors might heard that and told her off. But she realised that her sleeping schedule was getting back on track, and she woke up before her mates but before the older cats. A great observer, she is. Seeing that there's still enough fresh kill, she took a rat and devoured it right there. Heatherpaw, being in a bad mood could lower her appetite but also increased her eating speed. Seeing that the fresh kill pile only had enough instead of plenty, she carefully headed outside in an attempt to hunt. A few hours later, not much luck. She had forgotten that it was winter, and her mixed emotions inside her interfered with her hunting. Usually, she kept her pokerfaced expression up wherever she is, alone or not. But the fear of falling sick under the weather kept her guard up too much. She didn't fuss over her moodiness, though. It's her cycle. I'll get over it. She decided to get back to camp, for the sake of herself. From the entrance, however, she could spot another grey cat she was so familiar with. She had caught her kill, and now she was putting it to the empty pile. Heatherpaw wasn't jealous though, there was no reason to be anyway. But seeing the other silvery-grey apprentice in front of her, memories flooded back on her kithood. How she always isolated herself except for this cat. How the hours with her are endless. How she always sneaked around and poked her from the back- Heatherpaw was so flooded in memories, she was doing it again. She found her paw, poking on her sister, Featherpaw, and and that moment she was acting like a kit again. She sat up properly, coughed, and pretended to lick her paw. "Oh hi there!" She smiled freely, although she was trying covering her awkwardness. Their 'busy' life as an apprentice must have sort of made her a bit strange. "Great job on the work." And appearing from the nursery, another grey figure stumbled to them. 'Stumbled' seemed to be the right word - she was a young, tiny kit. Heatherpaw recognised the kit before - Nyxkit, the shy. They grew up together as kits, but Heatherpaw was a few months ahead of her. She remembered her first encounter with an apprentice older than her, looking down at her like he needed entertainment. But she faced it in an interesting way. She was never shy at heart, anyway. It was not one of her traits. Heatherpaw felt sorry for the kit, though. Nyxkit was stuttering her words, even at saying her name. Either the winter cold or herself, she guessed. "Hi there, Nyxkit." Heatherpaw grinned. Nobody had ever saw this side of her except for Featherpaw and the kits, but she couldn't hold herself anyway, always being quiet and uncomfortable around other cats and all. Word Count: 606 words Notes: summing them adorables up is like adding both of your posts together and you should put up with my semi-novels now <3 Tags: Featherz Nako [Eth]

[Featherz]

Featherpaw felt the Icy wind rushing through her. As the wind played hide and seek with itself, hiding and running in and out of her silver pelt, ruffling it in its path. On a hot summers day she would've worshipped and thanked Starclan for this cold breeze. But on a day like today, with ice and snow surrounding the she-cat so that she blends in. Featherpaw was not grateful. It had been about an hour since Featherpaw had last moved yet she was still not dry from the long and laborious trek that only rewarded her with a skinny mouse. Her muscles were sore and stiff, and her pelt was matted and sodden. Yet the young feline was so energy ridden that she could not will herself to move and awaken her muscles, or to clean and dry herself from the melted snow that stuck to her, sucking all the warmth from her body. Featherpaw wished for longer fur to keep her small body warm in the harsh months of winter. Although when it got wet it would create more cold than warmth. So her medium length hair was probably as good as she could get. Featherpaw would just have to suffer. I feel sorry for those who have short hair, or the kits, they must be Freezing! She felt the warm-ish sum heating up her fur. However the young cat felt awkward, as it didn’t dry her fur, creating a wet warm tangled mess. You shouldn’t be complaining the small cat thought to herself. It was finally brightening up and yet, Featherpaws mood wasn’t brightening with it . Slowly the young feline stood up, stretching the muscles that were almost at the point of hibernation. For a long time Featherpaw stretched, knocking out the cold and making sure every moan and creak escaped her body. It took some time, but eventually Featherpaw registered the fruity scent of wild blackberry mixed with the contrasting scent of Hiddenclan that was so perfect, and unforgettable scent of her littermate, Heatherpaw. Featherpaw jumped, startled by the sudden appearance of her sister. She silently cursed the disadvantages of being blind in the winter months. However, Featherpaw soon forgot about the blasphemy of winter as the memories of her kithood came flooding back to her, just as she knew they were to Heatherpaw as well. The most memorable thing of her life so far was that night on a full moon where the two kits played until they fell asleep doing so. And how they slept in the same nest underneath the stars on that warm leaf-green night. She smiled to herself, and then to Heatherpaw. “Great job on the work” the smooth voice that belonged to Heatherpaw spoke. “Oh thanks, you too”. She knew Heatherpaw was trying to make conversation, but Featherpaw just wanted to sit here, with the knowledge that her sister was beside her at all times, and hoped that Heatherpaw knew that as well. Featherpaw had no other emotion stronger than the love she felt for Heatherpaw . Then a new scent entered the bubble that surrounded her and Heatherpaw. It was a lovely calm scent that reminded Featherpaw of saltwater from the saltwater in the ripple rapids caused by the natural rock salt buried in the mud on the river sides. She recognised the scent from her Kithood, but could not put her paw on it. Then a small voice, barely audible came from the small cat in front of her. “H-hi ,I’m Nyxkit” It was Nyxkit, the young kit who was partially blind, Featherpaw knew she recognised that scent from somewhere. Then her sister spoke, her now always confident personality and character always being there to help Featherpaw who was not, “Hi Nyxkit!” How Featherpaw envied and admired her sisters perfect character. It was now very quiet, and silently Featherpaw cursed peer pressure. “Hi Nyxkit, we haven’t spoken since we were kits together”. She tried to act friendly and welcoming instead of the shy isolated being that Featherpaw was, as she remembered how scary and daunting it was talking to anyone, even an apprentice when you were a kit. In Featherpaws opinion apprentices are even stupider than kits, as now they can disrupt the land which provides the clan with food, instead of their nest with they sleep on. Word count: 708 ok this is a little over average for me, i Usually Rp at about 500- 550. Oops XD Tags: Dap »Neoɴ OOC: What is muse, i want to add it to this thingy

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[Nako [Eth]]

    don`t try to hide

 As the cold leaf-bare wind buffeted against the tiny temptress`s pelt, she let out a tiny squeak of discomfort. "I-It`s s-so cold.." The little, dark-coloured kit whispered, her light-blue gaze trying to look up at Heatherpaw as she vaguely heard the light-grey apprentice reply to her. "O-oh, h-hi... I didn`t see you there.." The feline murmured an apology, hoping the apprentice would accept it. She seems so happy! Little Nyxkit thought to herself, lowering her gaze from Heatherpaw to the ground. Her paws shuffled awkwardly as she was unable to utter anything else. "Hi Nyxkit, we haven`t spoken since we were kits together." As she listened to Featherpaw`s words silently, she nodded nervously. "Y-Yeah.." She felt so anxious, without her litter-mates beside her. I wish they would wake up.. she complained in her thoughts. "Do you like being an apprentice?" The dark grey feline suddenly piped up, curiosity clear in her voice. She wanted to know everything about being an apprentice. They`re so lucky! She thought, slight envy making its way through her small body. "Is it fun? W-what`s it like outside of camp?" Her excitement drilled through her as she continued blabbering. "O-oh...S-sorry..I just want to know what it`s like." The feline murmured to the apprentices. She let out a sigh, suddenly scooting closer to Featherpaw and Heatherpaw. "I-I`m so cold.." the tiny kit whispered, shivering as she huddled closer to her clan-mates.

   your petty little lies

Tags: Featherz, »Neoɴ Muse: 22% Words: 244 Notes:

Hey... Sorry I didn`t reply sooner ^^. I kinda got caught up in life and high school is coming up soon and I should be active but I`m so lazy right now. I`ve had no muse recently (you can kinda tell by how cruddy this post is..) sorry.. I`ll try to make it up later on.