Open Camp Hanging moon in fog, mists will lead where you belong || Snowfall [Challenge the Poster Below You]

[Pearkit]

Inspired by this thread by Benji! The rules are simple:

A thread where folks challenge the next person to post with some sort of restriction or requirement for the post. For example, it has to be rhyming; it needs to be a lipogram; generate 5 random words and use them in your post; it has to be written from a POV you don't typically use; et cetera. You aren't required to stick to the same restriction for each of your posts, either, just follow whatever the person above you specified!

I'm going to try to attempt to make mine rhyme!
And I'm challenging the next person to not use the letter i in their next post (excluding names)

PEARKIT

ANY PRONOUNS

SKYCLAN

KITTEN

SWEEP ME OFF MY FEET

Pearkit had woken up to cold breeze on their fur, ruffling their already messy nest. Despite the cold, they let out a purr, for Mothkit lay against their chest. They peeked through the entrence towards the light, but something seemed different - it was so... bright.

Standing on shaky legs, Pearkit made their way out, though stopped in their tracks as they saw the outside world. Small flakes fell from the sky, one landing on their snout, and Pearkit sneezed as their vision blurred. "What is that?" the kitten asked, looking from the entrance towards the queens. The camp was now covered in white, the forest masked, and Pearkit was confused, didn't know what all of this means.

Once happy with the answer they got, Pearkit walked outside towards the haze, because now they feared not, now they trusted their gaze.

"Come on, Moth!" they called after their kin. They raised their tail high and lifted their chin as snow now fell on their skin.

ʚĭɞ OOC: This sure was a challenge, but I like the way it turned out! Pinging @Mothkit for interactions, but no need to wait!

 

[Hawkstar]

LEADER OF SKYCLAN

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Hawkstar had thought that the foremost snow of the season would be closer to a flurry than a gentle dust. She was so used to the bluster of the gorge, where snow would fall hard and fast from rock-face to the canyon-floor. The cats of SkyClan were lucky then, the snow could not reach them once they absconded to the cavern dens, safe and snuggled up together as puddles of fur and softly purred snores.

The youngest of her clan now would never see that sort of snowfall. The gorge was a staple of the nebulous past, an adventure yet untold to them by the queens and caretakers that were far more focused on the youngsters' hunger at the coldest juncture of the year.

Hawkstar let out a soft purr as two of the clan's youngest appeared from the nursery, all joyous eyed at the newfound cold. Snow, small ones. We have snow. Reach out, try to catch a flake on your nose, just as you had just now."

// I challenge the next person ... to write their post as a series of haikus

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