SkyClan Journey i don't know who you are, but i'm with you | shelter

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TIGGER

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Boxes upon boxes sat around the house, a veritable hoard of miniature towers, each as unclimbable as the last. It was annoying, to say the very least, to know that somewhere within these many boxes was his favorite blankie and catnip balls - a cruel, cruel trick of his house-friend. She knew very well that he did not like to be naughty and that had would not chew up anymore boxes to get to his beloved possessions... but still! She couldn't have packed the crinkle mouse and his second favorite blankie instead?

With a sigh, the fat tabby hopped up onto the counter to peer outside, careful not to press his nose too close to the glass (very cold... not fun on tender nose leather.) A blizzard had picked up beyond the confines of his warm nest, all bluster and flurries and visible wind. Something like a pang hit his heart... his house-friend was out there somewhere, doing something where he couldn't be. Was she safe in another nest, away from the cold, away from the dark winds and frost? Maybe if he was with her, he could curl up around her throat like he normally did when she was home for bed-time and keep her cozy... keep her safe...

he couldn't imagine being out there himself.

It was right then, as he was wallowing in his quiet worry, that he noticed shapes moving, trudging along through the storm. It was... they were cats! Lots of cats! Many cats!

He scrambled off the counter, his collar jingling wildly as he flew from kitchen to back-door, and out the doggy kitty-door to stand upon the back porch. The porch light shone an eerie spotlight on the travelers, each ragged and scrawny as a mouse in an abandoned house. What were they doing?!

"HEY!" the big tabby called out into the wind, "HEY, IT'S NOT SAFE OUT HERE! YOU GUYS GOTTA GET INSIDE! COME-COME IN! COME ON, WE GOTTA GET YOU WARM!"

/ a kind stranger has offered some shelter in the aftermath of ponypaw's incident !! best take him up on it.... its getting pretty bad out here.... anybody is free to start leading the cats into the house
 
CHERRY OF SKYCLAN

The storm was growing worse, and Cherry couldn't deny the exhaustion weighing on her. Every step felt heavier, and even Teaselpaw, usually so spry, had stumbled more than once. Their paws ached, their eyes squinted against the relentless wind, and Cherry couldn't help but cast worried glances at her clanmates. Her dual-colored eyes darted through the swirling haze, dread pooling in her chest at how much worse this storm could become.

Shelter. They needed shelter. But none had revealed itself yet.

Cherry fluffed up her fur against the biting cold and trudged forward, head bowed low. Her body ached from the fox attack, but there was no time to stop and assess her injuries. Survival came first.

And then--

" HEY! "

Cherry's head shot up, ears swiveling as her eyes searched through the storm. Confusion flickered across her face. Who had called out? Her gaze locked onto a large tabby standing a short distance away, their voice cutting through the howling wind as they warned them about the dangers of staying outside.

She froze for a moment, torn. The tabby was gesturing toward a twoleg structure. Shelter. A memory surfaced of warm walls and safety from when she had been a kittypet, before her days as a daylight warrior. That life felt far away now, and yet, the offer of refuge tugged at her heart.

Cherry turned to her clanmates, desperation and determination shining in her eyes.

" Come! " she called out, her voice rising above the storm. " Follow me inside! Please! The walls of the twoleg place will shelter us from this storm, we can't stay out here! P-please! "

She hesitated, scanning the faces of her clanmates for any sign of agreement or resistance. She knew many wouldn't approve, but the storm was unforgiving, and lives were at stake.

Gritting her teeth, Cherry trudged toward the large tabby, her gratitude evident in her wide, worried eyes. She glanced back at her clan once more, pleading silently for them to follow.

Disapproval she could handle. Losing them to the storm? That was a risk she wasn't willing to take.



THROUGH DIRT AND SHADOW I GROW ——･ﾟ✦​
･ﾟ✦ —— I'm reaching light through the struggle



 
the longer they traveled, the more restless her clan appeared to be. in the wake of ponypaw's accident, things were tense. her survival hung on by a thin thread, one that felt cold to the touch.

the wind roars in her eardrums, twisting her fur at odd angles and burning her paws. it's cold, far too cold to be walking like this. she would've missed the benevolent stranger's call if cherry hadn't spoken up, swallowpaw's head rises slowly, squinting against the snow. then, her paws lurch forward, survival instincts taking over. "ponypaw needs someplace warm!" she agrees in a desperate voice, not bothering to check for her mentor or more importantly, their leader.

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⋆˚✿˖° "I'll Be Fine On My Own" She Said
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Sagesong found themself squinting against snow being whipped violently into their face by the wind of this sudden blizzard. There was a faint grumble from the small warrior at the timing- they had all gone from one form of low visibility to a decidedly more deadly one. Skyclan needed to find shelter from this blizzard- and quickly- or they were all going to freeze to death. She had nearly missed the stranger's call if it hadn't been for Cherry and then Swallowpaw calling for the rest of the clan to follow.

They shook the slowly thickening layer of snow from their fur before glancing at their apprentice. "Come on @Magpiepaw, this way. Let's get you warm."

Mismatched eyes squinted against the snow, searching for their more vulnerable clanmates to urge them to quickly follow. They'd picked up quite a few kits back in the fog of that gorge and they worried that this weather would spell the end for the youngest of them. Not to mention Ponypaw's near drowning and Wolfstorm's injuries from the fox...

"This way, everyone..!" They yowled to be heard over the wind. "There's shelter here..!"

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───I Don't Need You Inside My Head─✿
  • Sagesong
    ✿— Skyclan Warrior
    ✿— They/She
    ✿—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
    ✿— Small, Curly-furred, Mottled Black And Brown She Cat With Heterochromia.
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TEASELPAW


Over hill, over dale, through the valley and vale do not weep, do not wail, I am coming home to you




The wind howled mercilessly, battering their ears and numbing their limbs as they pushed on through the relentless storm. After Ponypaw's unfortunate plunge into the icy water and the stern scolding Snowveil had delivered, they had made the decision to stay close to her side. Worry gnawed at their chest. The cold had done Ponypaw no favors, and the small apprentice feared that sickness might already be settling into her fragile frame.

With a soft mrrp of concern, they nudged her gently, their worried gaze flicking over her shivering form. The storm's fury roared around them, making every step feel like an uphill battle. Suddenly, a cry broke through the chaos.

Cherry's voice. Shelter.

Relief mixed with desperation as they strained their ears to catch the direction. Their paws ached, and they flinched at the sight of red speckling the pristine snow behind them. Blood. It was theirs, though they could hardly tell where the sharp pain ended, and the numbness began.

With a pleading look toward Ponypaw, they flicked their fluffy tail over her flank, gently guiding her toward the twoleg contraption Cherry had called out about. Whatever it was, they had to trust her... Anything would be better than freezing out here.

The flap swung open as they tumbled inside, a gust of icy wind following them before it snapped shut. The warmth, if one could call it that really... offered a faint sanctuary from the biting cold. They let out a small, pained yowl as they stumbled forward, finally collapsing onto the strange surface. Curling up tightly, they began to nose at their paw pads, rasping their tongue against the bloodied fur in quiet agony.

The storm raged on outside, but for now, they had found a fragile moment of safety.


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HAWKSTAR, 59 moons / SKYCLAN LEADER
A long-legged short-furred seal point tortie with one electric-blue eye; heavily scarred
Mentoring ROSEPAW ; mother of STARLITPATH
Prone to corporate attitudes, harsh words, hazing practices ; generally morally dubious
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Cherry is the first of them to turn course, to break from the group, and Hawkstar barely has a second to lift her head before they are off, trudging through the snow towards some vague idea of salvation, unhindered and unbidden. It is a gross misuse of one's voice, complete insubordination, an unwanted diversion ... but Hawkstar doesn't stop it. They are cold. They are hungry. They are unwell, half-drowned, newly revived, and ultimately lost within the storm.

Half-lidded eyes turn to @flowercloud and she gives a jerk of her head towards the wayward apprentice and the lines of their warriors that followed her. "That way, it's... not a bad idea." however much it hurt her pride and bludgeoned her already bruised ego, a warm nest would be better than a swallow, snowy grave... for all of them.

She turns, for the first time in many, many moons, to follow.

 
His whiskers were going to freeze off at this point. His paws, tail, and ears might as well. Spikepaw engages in a mental debate on which he could live without if it came down to it, perhaps as a means to distract himself from how blustery it was out here.

Then, a voice cuts through the windy air. It is coming from a nearby twoleg house and it does not take long for his clanmates to follow it. "Uhhhh... Do we trust the random stranger?" Spikepaw questions aloud, furrowing faux brows and glancing around to gauge reactions from the others. Most kittypets were trustworthy... he thinks. He doesn't really know. It's been so long since he lived in that world. A lot of them came to join SkyClan as warriors whether full-time or during the daytime, and most of them were friendly enough but Spikepaw knew that there were bad cats out there who would take advantage of another's weakness.

"Ponypaw needs someplace warm!" It was Swallowpaw's shout that got Spikepaw to budge. If she was following then he would too. "Well, we've got nothing to lose at this point I guess." The black tabby sighs as he turns to pad off with the rest of SkyClan. As long as it's warm... and there's food...

𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 ✹ . + ˚ · 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐖
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