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    ღ Milkpaw loved snow. He had no reason, really; it was cold, it was wet, it was a hassle, and Milkpaw couldn’t love it more. He jumped down from the apprentice den, snow crunching as he hit the ground. He smiled; what a fun sound. As childish as it was, Milk simply walked in place, listening to the snow beneath his feet. "What fun," he whispered to himself. He must’ve been a sight to see; an apprentice playing around in the snow. He lost all his cares surrounded in the winter wonderland.

    // don’t post until TAWNYDOVE has!!

    //Sorry for taking so long to reply once more, holidays pretty much stopped me from posting on ff for a bit!


    And unlike Milkpaw, Tawnypaw detested it. He hated the white substance with every inch of his being... sure it might be fun and games to bounce around in it but that was when you were decently warm and managed to have a full belly. The first taste of leaf-bare Tawnypaw got was the lack of prey and inevitably starvation, but most already knew the whole story. But just because he didn't like it didn't mean he was about to shame everyone who did. "Having fun?" The tabby muses as he makes his way over to the scene, casting the fellow apprentice a small smile. He goes silent for a few moments then before attempting to playfully scoop up a pawful of snow at swat it right at the tom.

    He didn't like snow... but that didn't mean he couldn't try to find some joy in it. He just prayed to the stars he hit anywhere but Milkpaw's face... Tawnypaw wouldn't appreciate a face full of snow either and he didn't wish to upset the slightly younger cat.

    ღ "Oh! Yes, yes I am!" Milkpaw called out, smiling up to Tawnypaw. As the snow plopped onto his neck, he shook. "Hey! Watch out, please!" He said as the last of the snow fell off. He chuckled to himself as he scampered over towards Tawnypaw, kicking up a pile of powder in his direction. Even if it didn’t quite reach him, Milkpaw was proud of himself for having the confidence to finally (play)fight back.

    MOTTLEWISH

    the tales untold

    Despite it sometimes being annoying as fleas, Mottlewish loved the nature and everything about it, including snow. Being a kittypet she always just looked outside the window and watched baby birds, butterflies, falling leaves or snow as the seasons passed.


    Those four years of her life were long gone though, and she refused to have it taken aqay from her ever again to experience the beauty that the seasons were. As a street cat later on in life, she used to be in touch with the weather more, but in the city it never really was as beautiful and clean as in the clans. At that moment she always understood what made them different and that all of them were equally beautiful.


    She's experenced her first leafbare outside in DarkClan, where there were dangerous icicles in the caves and the mountains were a sparkling white, water frozen and ground slippery beneath her paws. SkyClan had beautiful trees covered in white and a joyful frost covering the grass at places where it wasn't covered by a thick, snow blanket. She never realized the grass survived and really was resting beneath the snow. Still, Mottlewish wondered how BloodClan was doing in the church, if the cold air was let inside and if they had enough blankets. She wondered how the frozen river was, if it didn't cut off RiverClan's source of food. If the WindClan plains were white like clouds and if they had to dig up burrows and tunnels where prey rested. If ThunderClan's forest and ShadowClan's moor were frozen solid, if they were enjoying leafbare as much as she was. She cared for them and hoped, wished to SkyClan they would survive leafbare in relative comfort.


    She watched the apprentices fight, crouched in the snow, her calico pattern being the only thing that stood out from the white. Completely white cats must've had a great time at this time, but that didn't stop her from thrusting a bit of snow with her big, fluffy tail, attempting to swat it at Tawnypaw from the back. They probaby wouldn't expect a older queen playing with them, but she was in the mood to be kit all the time. Perhaps if the shot would land, the apprentice would be confused if the other one hit him.

    let me dream with the stars // skyclan

    When he was a kit, Whitenose had enjoyed the snow quite a bit. Wolfwing and he and their siblings had all still been together - young and happy and carefree. Whitenose had never really been a playful kit, but snow had always drawn that more excitable side of him out into the open. But now the snow also reminded him of Buckwheat, and Whitenose had to shove down the bubbling grief as he scooped a paw through the fine powder and watched it glisten against his paw in the winter sunlight.

    He knew he was being watched, Heronstar had requested it be done, so he remained exactly where he was. It wasn't that he was anxious or had anything to hide from them, he just felt bad for the warrior assigned to such a task and was trying to give them as little work as possible.

    Watching Tawnypaw and Milkpaw play in the snow, Whitenose wrapped his tail neatly across his paws and watched the new life of SkyClan bustle around him.

    speaking thoughts

    "put me in the dirt; let me be with the stars."

    MOTHSHINE ♚

    Skyclan - Senior Warrior - Female - 16 moons


    ― Leafbare brought with it a slew of issues. Herbs died, prey was scarce. Illness seemed to always be just around the corner. But Mothshine adored this place in every season. She didn't love Skyclan any less when it was blanketed in snow and ice. It glittered and glimmered the way she thought it always did. Truly, she couldn't complain. She wouldn't. She felt too impossibly lucky to ever do that. A smile that lit up her eyes was clear as day at the sight of the apprentices. She'd spent plenty of of her own youth playing like this. Snow flying and laughter louder than anything else in the clearing. Even now, she wouldn't mind partaking. Warriors were awfully serious a lot of the time. She could understand it. Still, she didn't want to forget where they had come from. Where they had all started. Before scars and before they knew the death of loved ones. Perhaps that was why she enjoyed the company of their clan's younger members so much. A pleasant reminder. It was spotting Mottlewish that really had her grinning. They could all do with a bit of kit play every once and a while. What was the harm in that?


    The ashen warrior began to make her way over, mouth opening to speak before her eyes found Whitenose. Seeing the tom in camp was still enough to cause a double take. How long had it been since they'd so much as spoken? She still carried the name Mothpaw when he had gone. It was at a time when she had perhaps been at her angriest. Minnownose fresh off of a lost life, their conflict with Bloodclan at its near peak. She had been upset with him then. She couldn't understand for a moment why he had gone. It wasn't as if she understood it much better now. How different this must all seem. Surrounded by warriors who hadn't completed their training when he last spoke to them, an entire leader had come and gone in his absence. Maybe it was selfish that seeing him reminded her of finding Brookfur's body that day. Maybe he was lucky to have missed all of the grief that had gripped Skyclan for moons. She joined at his side easily enough. He had come home, hadn't he? There was no sense in making him uncomfortable. "Don't feel like joining the fight, Whitenose?" She mused, playful gleam in her amber eyes. A hundred questions sat heavy on her tongue. Small talk seemed so silly now. Still, this wasn't the time or place. She scuffed her paw at the powdery snow, sending a small spray at no one in particular. There was too much fun to be had to worry about it for now.

    let me dream with the stars // skyclan

    Glancing sideways at Mothshine (he had to remind himself she was no longer Mothpaw) as the warrior sat beside him with a question, the taller tom gave a quiet flick of his ears and a shake of his head. "Not particularly," his deep voice rumbled in response. "It was never really my thing." He didn't say that there were too many cats he used to know that were missing. Wolfwing, Brookfur, Lavenderskies, Buckwheat...playing around really hadn't been his thing, but he used to feel safer in letting go a little with the cats he knew around him. Whitenose didn't have that luxury anymore and given his reception back into the Clan, he likely wouldn't ever again.

    speaking thoughts

    "put me in the dirt; let me be with the stars."

    Juniperthorn was still rather reluctant to socialise with Whitenose for fear something would probably come out of his mouth that he'd regret- though, he did debate whether or not the older tom would expect him to say something horrible. He'd been... like that, as a young apprentice, when Whitenose had known him before. And though his sharp tongue still dwelled within his maw, and bitter looks still spilled from his eyes, Juniperthorn did not spit poison as regularly as he used to. Even so... he wished to be around Whitenose as little as possible until he grew a little more trust in the tom. He feared his distrust would break the restraints that kept certain venom behind clasped-shut fangs.


    He thought it would do him well to at least try, though... and besides, there was a good enough distraction splayed before them in the form of three cats play-fighting in the snow. "Me neither," he shrugged, agreeing with Whitenose, coming to seat himself beside the two of them as the looked over the others. "Mom never liked snow... I suppose it rubbed off on me." Juniperthorn shrugged, wincing as he watched the snow flying around, hoping none of it was going to come hurling in his direction.