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    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Junebug couldn't remember a lot of what happened. It all went so fast, as if time had been sped-up and it's puppets were only forced to kick their systems into overdrive in order to keep up. Her mama had been hurt; she could remember smelling the metallic blood, and how when she tried to ride on her back, she could feel a warm, wet substance clinging to her underbelly fur. There was clamor in the surrounding woods and mama suddenly told her to run, and that's what Junebug did. Her paws raced over the ground, and she would occasionally careen straight into a tree or a thorn bush and come out with scrapes and abrasions. Junebug didn't mind; this was what her mama told her to do, and her mama was always right. Junebug knew this for a fact.


    Now, however, she was tired. Hours of jolting through the snow and frigid, wintry air had made her fatigued and now her paws ached and burned with the feeling of waning electricity. Slowly, adrenaline ceased to be produced and her heart stopped it's palpitations so that it now sat at a rest behind it's prison made of bone and cartilage. She trotted now, and while she could smell the faint scent of wildflowers left over from the season her mama described as 'Spring', the chilled breeze whisked away many of the scents that Junebug could use to determine her location within space. Instead, whenever she breathed in, she could feel the cold freeze her throat and plant icy crystals within her lungs, only to expel as a warm mist lost to atmosphere. She endured this torture in favor of padding along the meadow, one paw after the other, one step, two step, three st-


    Junebug crashed into a cold, icy surface. Rebounding back from the collision with a new pound against her temple, she frowned in pain and donned a tragic expression, as if she couldn't take bumping into more unidentified objects. The texture of the thing was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and it had no noticeable smell, so the kitten, as white as the winter snow, was left in the dark, quite literally. Unsure of the breadth and width of the offending obstacle, Junebug took to climbing it, blindly propelling her self upward with no fear, for she could not possibly know she was rising in altitude unless she focused on the air becoming thinner.

    — Tavi had been out for a small hunt; she was hungry, but she wanted to show someone this neat move her mother taught her before she died, when she could catch creatures under the ground. She taught Tavi to do the same.


    By chance, she decided to look up in the air. And there was a white kitten, climbing a tree. Tavi couldn't climb trees, nor did she have wings. She had teleportation...but she rarely used it. "H-hey! Kitten!" she barked, leaning her forepaws against the tree bark. "Don't climb up there! You'll get stuck!"




    ✰ APHELION HARBRINGER.

    Moving around should warm him up, right? Aphelion spent most of that day hunting, hoping to catch something. Food didn't seem like too much of a problem in BlizzardClan, thankfully, as no one was starving. The cave lion was crouching in a thicket, his seafoam eyes focused on the deer nibbling at the remaining foliage left on some shrubs, until the deer startled at the sound of Tavi's yells. Alarmed, Aphelion rose up, watching the deer rush off through the undergrowth, and he decided to check what was happening since it sounded urgent.


    "Uhh, what's up?" the cave lion inquired as he skidded to a halt, having only heard some sounds and not really the words themselves, as they were distorted from the distance.

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    commotions always came with something interesting, and arcanic would be damned if he wasn't going to find out what all the shouting and scurry was about. spreading his wings, he soared in the direction of the noise until he came across a white figure hauling itself up a tree, and a fox and cave lion at the base of the tree. the fox are barking up something, though at this distance it was almost impossible to hear.


    with the flick of a single feather he was turning towards the tree, landing on one of the high branches. from up here he could see the white lump was a kitten, with tiredness on her blank face as she climbed. arcanic peered down at the two below. "oi! either of you know what this lady's doing?" he called down.


    — this feeling would never die / TAGS

    — She glanced at the two creatures to arrive. She didn't know them, but there was no time for introductions. "No, I was just walking and found this kitten climbing a tree!" she barked worriedly. Could she try using teleportation? Maybe. She rarely used it, but...it never had gotten stuck on her...


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    Fadingmoon padded forward, blinking at the scene. Why was a kitten climbing something? What was a kitten even doing out here by herself? Frowning, the feline padded forward to join her Clan mates. "Kid, are you okay? Where are your parents?" she inquired softly, not wanting to further spook the small creature at this point. What if she fell?

    well now that wasn't good, arcanic mused if no one knew who the kitten was, or what she was doing. slowly, he hopped down to lower branches, trying to get closer to the kitten without scaring her. "ey, lil bud. what're ya doing? kittens don't belong in trees."


    — this feeling would never die / TAGS