Open The Rustclaws Camp big fluffy flakes // intro

[Winch Winch]

WINCH
HE/THEY
13 MOONS
RUSTCLAW SOLDIER
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT

Winch's thick pelt was suited for these winter months, the bulk of his muscles too keeping him quite warm when the others might shiver and shudder. When the big clumps of snowflakes landed on his fur as he slept, his muscles twitched and the clumps were shaken off. It wasn't until a bit of icemelt drip-drip-dripped from the overhanging metal onto his nose, that the soldier woke up with a start, fluffing his pelt even further and springing to his paws.

"Freakin' cold!" he mewed, his voice airy and high as always, a sharp contrast to his intimidating size. "Gracious!" He shook his head and thudded into the center of the camp, looking about for a task to do.

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OOC: Winch is a born and raised Rustclaw! Just now starting to write him.

 

[barbie]

Barbie had found the best spot she could for herself, @Ratfish , and @Tick-Tock . It wasn't perfect, still drafty and leaky in some spots, but it kept the snow off of the younger two and wasn't at terrible risk of collapsing suddenly. She hopes the duo appreciates it, at least, lest she find out they don't and she has to find a new place to make their own... ugh. How did she get roped into this again?

Barbie squeezes herself out of their little hidey hole as soon as the first morning drips leak onto her pelt. The molly wrinkles her nose, drawing her tongue over the now wet spots briefly. It seems she's not the only one afflicted by the morning chill and subsequent melt - Winch shakes out his pelt and shouts before continuing on. Barbie, ever the sharp tongued fool, announces to him, "Yeah, snow is cold! Sorry that you had to find out this way!"

 

[Can]

The cold was rather unfortunate. Can much preferred when the sun warmed his back, but the cold wasn't all that bad. What he didn't like was the snow. The snow made digging for treasures much much harder. Thump thump thump thump The metal above him would noise as the scraggly tom scratched with his backleg. Cold weather, still itchy...not fair. A voice sounds near him, and he watches as a large figure pads towards the center of the camp, complaining about the cold. His fur wasn't as long as the soldier's, but he wasn't cold. Big cat just didn't know where to find warmth. The sun warmed plenty of spots here, but if the big cat didn't know where to find them, he wouldn't share.

"Can warm." His voice would echo slightly from his spot, a small tunnel crammed between two large cars. This was not his den, but a good spot for finding things. "You no fit." The big cat probably would, but Can didn't want to share. This was his spot, his things to find.

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CAN

he/him, rustclaws scrap collector 16 moons old.
A small, scrawny red tabby tom with golden eyes.
mentored by none // mentoring none
littermate to ???
BOX x TWINKLE / father/mother to none / mated to none
"speech" // 'thoughts'
penned by ICEY ↛ Icey on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Ratfish]

RATFISH

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Ratfish had found the cold didn't bother it as much as the other cats - perhaps it was due to its warm and fluffy coat or perhaps it was just built for it. Either way, the young cat did not mind the snowflakes falling on its coat nor the cold breeze rufflings its fur. Tick-Tock might have felt a little colder, his form shivering slightly, but Ratfish tried to shied him as much as possible with its own body.

A voice disturbed them from their thoughts, a voice startled at the cold, or so Ratfish thought at least. The cat was large, larger than most they have seen and Ratfish wondered how such a cat could still feel the coldness. "Need cuddles? Cuddles warm." Ratfish asked curiously, being absolutely serious in their suggestion. "I help?"