Bear with me || intro

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    //so here is Cavefrost! Feel free to have your character to know him or not, or bump into him, really anything here. <3


    It was a challenging time of year, when the world begins to still and the leaves change color. The forests that claimed the mountains remained silent, the mist thickening on such a chilly morning. Not a sound could be heard, all except the soft sounds of heavy pawsteps. Mismatched eyes scanned the area, ears craning and aching for the sound of a challenge but nothing answered his desires. No, this patrol would be silent and uneventful. How boring. The massive warrior continued his trek, stopping only once to catch a foolish squirrel who was out preparing for the coming cold.


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    Once his paws hit the edge of their camp, a large sigh escaped the large tom. Another boring patrol, another day feeling utterly wasted, and yet his heart warmed with relief. No trouble meant no one would get hurt, right? At least, their chances were heavily reduced. Weaving and winding his way, Cavefrost found himself standing in camp as the bustle of busy paws moved around him. Dropping his catch in the pile, his head craned and looked around wondering if his sibling were within their walls. He had heard of the trouble Starclan was finding themselves in, and the idea of the Dark Forest being on the rise made him all the more protective. If even their father found the end in their territory, then no one was truly safe. Even with such a serene mountain scene such as this morning. By now, the massive cat was thoroughly lost in thought, standing smack dab in the middle of camp and surely in the way of someone.



    ✦ ✧ ✦ the young man stands frozen in the entrance to his den, stuck in a flashback. under his paws is stone, broken and sharp and memories flood his vision, the feeling of crumbling rock beneath him, the sharp scent of blood, and the voice, gravely and harsh in his ears. the day might be bright, the air sweet with autumn scents, but he is cold, freezing in a memory. little things trigger these flashbacks now- going underground every day sends shivers down his spine, but today it is worse. a sigh escapes his lips, tightened, his eyes blinking back into focus, widened too much for him to be calm. his brother stands in the center of camp, and owlgaze finally escapes his memories, focusing on allowing his paws to move him forward. the medicine cat nods to cavefrost, offering him a tight smile. "morning, brother. did you catch that squirrel?" it feels good to speak of normal things- hunting and patrolling is normal in this clan of troubled souls. amber eyes so much like his namesake glint strangely in the light, and he swishes his tail, clearing his throat


    The sound of pawsteps were plentiful, until a voice chirped up to interrupt his mindless surveillance of their home. 'Morning, brother..' Quickly his mismatched gaze locked on to Owlgaze, the site of family bringing a small smile to his features. The medicine cat seemed troubled, the thought bringing his gaze to the ceiling. Their home had a way of causing mayhem didn't it? Stripping nine lives in a single swoop, the warrior sighed before looking back at his brother.


    "Good morning." There was a question left unanswered wasn't there? Thoughts were rather loud today, Cavefrost did not mean to let it hang for so long. "Aye, during the morning border patrol. Seems the world is preparing for leaf-bare now." The chimera, shifting for a moment, lead himself and his brother from the center of camp and back closer to the den of medicines. "How are you? Something seems to be on your mind."


    ◆◇◆ She had to admit, she was not thrilled that the weather is growing cooler — though she supposed none of her Clanmates would be particularly thrilled with the idea. When the last leaf fell and the first snow fell, it marked the beginning of several harsh moons where prey was scarce and cats starved. She remembered the last leafbare, when she and her siblings were just babes tucked in the nursery, oblivious to the strife their Clan faced just to put food in their greedy little bellies. Pitchstar had gone to the extent of stealing prey from ShadowClan, driven by the need to feed his kits. It had ultimately killed him, and that is what had pulled Briarheart from her innocent sleep. It was hard to believe that nearly four seasons had gone by since Pitchstar’s passing.


    Shaking away that heavy thought, she found herself moving towards her brothers who were conversing in the middle of camp. It saddened her to see the looks of seriousness plastered on their faces. They weren’t joking, they weren’t really even smiling, but seemed to be in the beginning of a deep conversation. As siblings should be, she supposed. It wasn’t all fun and games, and these were very difficult times. “Is everything alright?” she asked as she stopped before them, knowing the answer to her question already.