LOVE IS NOT A CHOICE — open

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  • the sun was shining, rather brilliantly, and the moors were blinding. everywhere she looked, the white seemed to burn the green eyes of the young warrior, and before she knew it, the feline had managed to stumble her way into the camp. they watered from the scalding, and freckleface groaned, raising her paws to cover them. "i've never seen anything as bright as those moors in my life, i swear!" she moaned, ears flattening against her head in discontent.


    [super mild snow blindness!!]

  • && The young male had been taking a long nap inside of the nursery, like kittens were prone to doing, and seemed to just have woken up. The blue-furred tom stalked out of the nursery den slowly, mouth parting in a yawn as he stretched out his limbs. He then shook his head, clearing away any remaining remnants of sleep, before allowing his green gaze to focus on the world around him. Though it didn't seem like there was much around him to see in the first place. The camp had a dusting of snow, even though the sun was out and light was pouring down. It took a little bit to adjust to the sight, but once he had he spotted his adoptive mother. It seemed like she was in pain or something, which caused the young male to worry and rush his small and fluffy body over to her side. "Freckleface, are you okay? Did something happen?" He didn't really understand what was going on, due to not having had left the camp. Especially not while there was snow everywhere. He didn't really understand that light together with the snow could cause damage to the eyes.
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  • "It's just snow," grumbled Wind Clan's Token Moody Child™. Now that she stood nearer, she could feel the bright glare reflecting off, but now that she said something, she had to stick to it, right? "I don't know what the big deal is," Beetlepaw said, pretending it wasn't as uncomfortably bright as it was. Sighing, she moved closer to Freckleface, feeling some hesitant concern for the older femme. "It's not a big deal. Right? I can get a medicine cat, y'know, if I have to. …Freckleface?"

  • "Are you okay? There must be a way I can help!" Wildkit insisted, sensing Freckleface's discomfort. Snow. It was strange, but the child liked it. It was fun to play in, and there were lots of tricks and pranks you could play in the snow. Honestly, the WindClanner only had two complaints. Firstly, his black fur stuck out in the snow and was easy to see, making it difficult for the playful kit to hide in. And secondly, he was aware that snow was dangerous, and that leaf-bare in general was not a good season for the Clans.

  • Fawnpaw didn't understand what Freckleface meant, yet she still approached, a concerned look filling her face. She shook her head, confused, before speaking. "What's wrong, Freckleface?" She had never seen the warrior speak that way, and it concerned her.
    //rushed ooopsy