PAFP Camp I can see the colours || cloudwatching [reintro]

[hyacinthrain hyacinthrain]

{$title} prompt 43 & 21

Hyacinthrain thought eventually the pain would go away. It did, it slowly numbed day by day, but it was so so hard, and it never seemed to actually go away. They had spent many days curling their mismarched body of their parents into their mother's fur, pressing close, missing the days when they were young- but, it was the life of a warrior. They no longer blamed themself; their stupidity to get their mother caught up in their fight and defending them, rather than being beside their father. But it didn't mean it made the anxiety any easier. The days became a blur, but it became easier to handle.

The nervous smile had reappeared on their muzzle, and Hyacinthrain looked to the clouds not just to wonder about their father- but to also see the beauty in them again. To remind them why they continued to train, to continue to get stronger. Hyacinthrain had begun looking for the light- and no one ever said it was easy. Their tail tip twitched, and suddenly, the feline had felt a presence. Mismatched eyes blinked slowly, before moving to give a small smile towards the kit sneaking up on them. "Fawnkit," they purred softly, nervousness shown in another twitch of her tail tip. "Have you ever looked for shapes in the clouds? Come.. come here, little one..." They said softly, beckoning with her mottled paw to the empty space besides them.

"Look-" lifting their head back up, blue and orange eyes moving up to the clouds, the white toed paw used to beckon the kit moving up to point at the clouds. A specific one- "do you see it? It looks like a mouse."

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[Fawnkit]

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She had been looking around the camp, wondering what to do, when she spotted Hyacinthrain. They had seemed down, slow in their movement, as if something was wrong. Was this something Fawnkit could fix? She wanted to try at least.

Fawnkit approached the warrior, but before she even had the chance to ask, Hyacinthrain already started showing Fawnkit the clouds, and her being her, she immediatelly forgot what she came there to do in the first place. "You're right! Like a fat, juicy mouse..." she licked her mouth hungrily. "And that one, Hyacinthrain?" Fawnkit pointed at a different cloud. "It reminds me of the tallrock!"

Fawnkit's imagination was not the most creative, but she tried to see shapes in the clouds, like she's seen others do at times. But her brain didn't seem to want to connect what she saw with anything tangible, at least not now. "Sorry Hyacinthrain... this is very difficult. I am better at hearing things than seeing them i think." Fawnkit twitched her ears. "Like the thrush that sits and sings just behind the camp walls, do you hear it Hyacinthrain?"

She twitched her tail in the direction of a nearby bush. "Or the beetle, trying to climb up that shrub?"

Yes, today was one of those days that Fawnkit's mind didn't have the capacity to imagine things - but her ears have never failed her! Hopefully Hyacinthrain didn't mind the change of topic.

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[Copperstorm]

You walk along the edge of danger
AND IT WILL CHANGE YOU

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Golden hues lingered on Hyacinthrain and Fawnkit, silent as he watched their playful exchange. He made no move to interrupt, content to remain the quiet spectator. He had noticed, though, the nervous smile that had flickered across Hyacinthrain's muzzle, the shadow behind their eyes. Copperstorm judged nothing. Everyone carried their own story, their own scars. He only hoped that, in time, Hyacinthrain would find a space where the weight eased and peace might settle.

His gaze drifted upward then, to the sky. The clouds rolled lazily, and he felt an old ache stir. How many times had he and his siblings whispered beneath skies just like this one, voices hushed in fear of their father overhearing? Daydreaming was weakness in Charcoal's eyes. But for them, those moments... Cloud-gazing, stargazing, weaving small stories of better lives... They were escapes. Fragile, stolen glimpses of hope. Two of them had never lived to see such hopes fulfilled, though his sister's fate was unknown still. And Copperstorm… perhaps he had, though at a terrible cost: his mother, his siblings, and a father who had never cared at all.

One cloud caught his attention, round and soft like a mushroom cap, and a faint smile tugged at his muzzle. But it faltered just as quickly. Childish games, Charcoal would have sneered. Yet Copperstorm found himself praying, as he often did, that if he ever had kits of his own, they would never know that kind of fear. They would climb over him, ask questions, dream without punishment. They would watch the sky, the clouds, the stars... Free. One day, he thought. One day, maybe.

He finally spoke, his voice a quiet rumble that drew the pair's attention at last. " You're right, Fawnkit. There are many things to be heard as well. "

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[Seafoambelly]

SEAFOAMBELLY

, 83 moons / THUNDERCLAN RANGER
A long-furred blue-gray she-cat with blue-green eyes.
Sister to URCHINSPINE
Solemn and distant. She doesn't talk much.
SPEECH || THOUGHTS
Tagging none

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Seafoambelly padded back into camp to see several of her Clanmates staring up at the clouds. Was there some sort of threat? A sign? A flock of birds they were tracking?

As she followed their gazes, it was simply the clouds. Why stare at the clouds if they had nothing to tell? No indication of weather or prey or a sign from their ancestors.

Little Fawnkit seemed to appreciate the exercise of seeing things in the puffs of white against a soft blue sky, and she reasoned that perhaps... this was merely something new for the young of ThunderClan. A moment of peace in their lives that allowed for the fancies of imagination.

She purred a little. Perhaps the future for ThunderClan was bright after all.

 

[hazykit]

Hazykit draws her slim paws across camp, long after Fawnkit had left the nursery. She's one of the last to leave Sunleap's embrace that day, their mother growing ever sicker yet evermore encouraging the girls to escape her reach. Explore, she says to them. Learn, but what use is either of those when they couldn't be with her? Fawnkit almost seems ignorant of her stubbornness, while Dawnkit takes right after her. Hazykit supposes she falls in the middle, obeying their mother's wishes all the while not understanding why they're wishes at all.

Fawnkit is summoned to look at clouds, and her soft pelted sister joins her long after she begins discussing noises, instead. Pale eyes send to the sky, preening clouds from overhanging leaves. A gentle paw reaches upwards, claws arching into the shapes, as if she can mold them. "That one," she muses with her gesture, "looks like the bird." The, as in the one Fawnkit references for sound. Hazykit turns to her sister for a sense of approval, as if the clouds themselves can squawk and sing.

 

[hazelheart hazelheart]

(🜲) it gladdens the molly's heart to see her daughter coming back to herself. the first few moons after... hazelheart had drowned in her grief, bouyed only by the presence of her daughters around her. after a while, as leaf-bare had bloomed into new-leaf, she had risen from her sorrowful slumber, too protective of and invested in her clan to keep herself locked away. all cats grieve differently, magnoliapeak throwing herself into the culture of the clan, honeysucklecry and hyacinthrain retreating. it is good to see the latter out in the sun.

the storm guard approaches on light paws, golden gaze bright as she watches her patchwork daughter gently interact with the kits. fawnkit seems the most intrigued, gazing up at the sky obediently and pointing out different cloud shapes. hazelheart flops down on her daughter's other side, reaching to run her tongue over the younger woman's shoulder. "it is important to have a keen ear," she tells fawnkit, blinking kindly at the youngling. "detecting the difference between sounds will help a lot with hunting when you get older." copperstorm's low rumble is heard and the storm guard nods to her fellow. "come and join us, ay?" she beckons him and seafoambelly both.

next to arrive is hazykit, toddling after her sister with bright eyes. she is rarely seen far from her mother, and so hazelheart will give her a glowing smile as she approaches. "you're right, hazykit," she tilts her head to find the cloud the girl speaks of. "good eye, little one."

I NEED MY GOLDEN CROWN OF SORROW 🜲 MY BLOODY SWORD TO SWING

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  HAZELHEART 🜲 tags / toyhouse
  
  🜲 trans molly (she / her) / bisexual, widow of BRACKEN
  🜲 63 moons old, ages realistically
  🜲 storm guard of thunderclan
  🜲 mother to MAGNOLIAPEAK, HONEYSUCKLECRY, HYACINTHRAIN
  🜲 mentoring GRIZZLYPAW / mentored by none
  🜲 penned by LAVS / message lavendes on discord for plots!
  
  a stocky, medium-haired brown tabby with hazel eyes. this is a large cat with a rippling musculature. hazel's frame is wide and tall, shoulders broad, muzzle and eyes heavy in her skull. chestnut and chocolate fur swirl across her pelt, sliced through with tabby stripes of shadow. her eyes invoke images of a sweet summer's day, honey and brown mingling into a soft amber gold

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[FLICKERDANCE]

Surprising absolutely no one, watching the clouds' slow march across the sky is not part of her daily routine—never has been, and never will. Or perhaps she had simply forgotten the kinds of games she had played as a kit herself, with nothing important to do. That feels like a lifetime away. She knows the older warriors would scoff at such a thought; she comes nowhere near close to their experience and gained wisdom, but still, she can't help but think of that old self as someone entirely different. The she-kit had not known ambition nor clear-set goal. The Flickerpaw of today has found purpose. Not many cats get to experience that to this extent, and so soon.

Flickerpaw doesn't expect a council member to indulge the kits and warriors in this silly past-time, but both Copperstorm and Hazelheart do. It makes sense; the cats of importance that Juniperstar builds around themself more or less mirror their own values.

At the very least, what Hazelheart says is actually something to make one ponder. When you're a kit with little room to wiggle around and experience the world, your options are limited... Fawnkit mentions a beetle that Flickerpaw has not noticed, and deems this practice enough. Sharp senses. Those are important.

"Clouds can be useful for other reasons, too,"

she puts in, hoping to add something to the conversation. Something that's not about pointing at a random cloud and willing it to take shape in one's mind.

"If their speed changes drastically, it can be another way to tell if the wind direction has changed."

A core principle, if you will, when it comes to hunting... or remaining hidden from an enemy patrol.

 

[Copperstorm]

You walk along the edge of danger
AND IT WILL CHANGE YOU

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When his fellow Storm Guard asked him to join them, he couldn't help but be apprehensive for a moment. Copperstorm blinked his golden eyes at the offer, hesitating for a moment. What was he to do? Lay there and stare up at the sky? There were things that needed to be done… SkyClan to worry about, ShadowClan too. Prey to be caught. Borders to keep an eye on and.... The kits. A shaky sigh left him as he finally, very hesitantly, moved toward the group, settling himself on the ground.

He let his eyes wander upward, trying to follow the clouds as Hazykit mentioned that one looked like the bird Fawnkit had talked about. He focused, willing himself to see shapes, to feel that simple delight, but it was difficult, foreign. His mind kept drifting, SkyClan, ShadowClan, the battles already fought, and those that might come. Even as Flickerpaw joined, noting how clouds could show the wind's direction and speed, Copperstorm managed a faint, crooked smile. " Well said, Flickerpaw. " he murmured softly, careful not to break the fragile quiet. His gaze flicked briefly to Hyacinthrain, then Hazelheart, concern weighing heavily on him. How were they holding up? How were all of them after everything?

And yet, the kits' presence anchored him. Fawnkit, Hazykit, their young eyes wide and full of wonder, even as their mother's illness lingered in his mind. Copperstorm exhaled slowly, tail flicking in nervous rhythm. He wanted to teach them to see beyond the clouds, to find joy in the small things, but even he struggled to see it himself.

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