Tigerblaze
Warrior
with gnashing teeth and criminal tongues ;
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Post by Tigerblaze on Dec 24, 2014 19:50:17 GMT -6
| The weather was more than horrid. The wind wailed and howled their fury beyond the stone barrier of the den, cold and bitter. Clouds spat hail relentlessly from the heavens, sure to incapacitate whatever poor creature left to endure the attack without a form of protection. Everything was blurry and white outside, and it brought with it the frigid temperatures that kept Tigerblaze wide awake.
The she-cat shivered underneath her short, tabby coat, cursing whatever sentient being that was out there under her breath. Despite the warmth provided by the bodies of her sleeping clanmates surrounding her petite figure and the safety of her own nest, Tiger had found herself unable to settle into a comfortable enough position to sleep. Her ears flattened against her skull, and another gale of wind forced her deeper into her nest, curled up in a disheveled, shuddering ball. This is just wonderful. Absolutely lovely. CREDIT TO SAV |
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Post by Quillfoot on Dec 26, 2014 19:43:50 GMT -6
 | ◀ | nothing burns like cold ❤ Quillfoot couldn't sleep. There was a cold bite to the air that made his scars burn like fire, and it was a reminder he would have much rather not had. The prairie fire he had been caught in moons ago had turned his favorite weather against him, and now even the cold of Iceclan was an enemy for the mottled tom. Lowering his head to rest on the rim of the nest, Quillfoot allowed a small shudder to ripple his body before steeling himself. He was a warrior of Iceclan, he was allowed no more than that in face of a little chill.
Outside he could imagine chips of ice tearing at the walls, just as clearly as he could see it ripping into flesh as if it was something alive and malevolent. It was on nights like this he sometimes regretted returning home from Fireclan, where it was warm and dry. The fire had burned it into him, and he hated the fact that he hadn't found a reason to justify returning home to Iceclan yet. It scared him. The young warrior's eyes scanned the den, eager to pick up any movement or sign of life. Unfortunately, it seemed just about everyone was able to sleep, except for one restless figure he noted shifting in her nest. Quillfoot huffed an involuntary sigh of relief. Attempting to remain calm and not let his enthusiasm get the best of him, Quillfoot kept his voice low, and sent a piece of mossy nest flying towards the she-cat. "Can't sleep?"
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Tigerblaze
Warrior
with gnashing teeth and criminal tongues ;
Posts: 729
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Post by Tigerblaze on Dec 27, 2014 12:53:18 GMT -6
| She envied the slumbering forms of her comrades littered around the den, their breaths even and their fur flat. Serene expressions masked their faces, and even though their breath came out in wisps of dissipating, white smoke, they didn't seem at all bothered by the harsh conditions of the evening. Tigerblaze grumbled another hushed complaint. How could they stand sleeping through this? Sure, she was born and raised in the mountains; she hunted and waded in snow like it was nothing! So, she thought, the real question was: how could she not endure the biting chill? The tabby felt her anger slowly seep into her system, but it was directed at her own incapability. An IceClan cat through and through, and she couldn't bear with this. This was nothing compared to the massive snowstorms that wrecked havoc in the deepest parts of leafbare! Scowling at the darkness, Tigerblaze pawed restlessly at the end of her tail. A piece of moss hit her cheek. Protests anxiously waited at the tip of her tongue as her dark gaze searched for the perpetrator, but died out when she spotted the scarred tom in an equal state as her. "Can't sleep?" Tigerblaze rolled her eyes. "What else?" she bit back in low grumble, but the typical venomous taint to her voice was lost in the midst of her fangs chattering together. QuillfootCREDIT TO SAV |
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Post by Quillfoot on Dec 28, 2014 23:59:52 GMT -6
| ◀ | nothing burns like cold ❤ Quillfoot smiled faintly, noting the she-cat's annoyance and the way her body shivered like the cold. "I'm envious." He shared the fact quietly, once again looking at his sleeping clanmates, and referring to their peace. It was a relief to discover he wasn't the only one suffering from the cold, even if it didn't seem his companion was a thrilled as he. For a moment he hesitated, unsure whether continuing the conversation was such a good idea. The idea of waking clanmates wasn't too attractive, nor was annoying the tabby he'd thrown moss at. Then again, considering he'd already attacked her, things couldn't really get much worse for him.
Standing, the mottled tom stepped from his nest and danced around the bodies of the resting warriors. When he reached the brown tabby he stopped and sat before her nest, another hesitantly shy smile on his scarred body. As always Quillfoot steeled himself for the shock and rejection that had previously come with strangers noticing his terrible scarred body for the first time. While it no longer made him feel self-conscious, it was an inconvenience when he tried to socialize. "I suppose it's awfully forward of me, but if you're truly that cold, perhaps I could give you some company?" He offered, tilting his head hopefully. It was no matter where he went, he'd be cold in his own nest or beside hers, and he'd much rather a conversation than fake sleep. "Oh, right, my name is Quillfoot."
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