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This thread takes place inside the clan's camp.
ASTERDUST

ASTERDUST

parting is such sweet sorrow
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Asterpaw was never a fan of the colder seasons especially not leaf-bare, he found that the cold oftentimes nipped at his nose, and makes it harder to take in air into his asthma weakened lungs. His nose is runnier than usual and he finds himself sniffling a lot or wiping whatever dripping mucus tries leaving his nose with his arm. The chocolate tabby knows that it'll only get colder and how he would simply need to suck it up especially since the nights would be a lot colder now than it is now, a frown forms on his face, and he thinks of Lavenderpaw who has met up with him on several occasions. It'd be a smarter choice to meet up less so he doesn't risk getting a cold but... he didn't like the thought of not seeing her as often so he would simply bear it.

Asterpaw slips out from the apprentice den with a frown on his maw as he sniffles and his snout starts to wrinkle, his body tensing up, and he lets out an awfully loud sneeze. His bottlebrush tail fluffing up behind him and he allows his muscles to relax before settling down on his haunches "I hate leaf-bare..." He slouches his shoulders as he declares this to no one in particular and shudders at the cold despite having a plush coat, he'd need to stay away from the water near Sunningrocks... if the ground is cold to touch then surely the water would be just as frigid.
CITY OF STARS; ARE YOU SHINING JUST FOR ME?
ASTERPAW
THUNDERCLAN APPRENTICE
TRANS MASC x HE/HIM/THEY/THEM​
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"speech", thoughts, attacking
a runty, longhaired chocolate tabby with clay toned eyes and low white. a sickly apprentice with small patches of fevercoat left over in his pelt, kitten fuzz, and fat that clings to him but is fading away to give way to a taller/more lanky build
sickly child of loonstar and sablestar; littermate of dreampaw and magpiepaw; padding after lavenderpaw

asterpaw's an introverted apprentice that keeps to himself for the most part unless family's involved, he usually keeps his head low and eyes averted so he doesn't make direct eye contact. once, he actually gets to know someone is he more open towards them and can prove to be a devoted friend. once he's comfortable around other individuals, he tends to speak a lot more and sometimes over shares about himself without realizing it. he hates that he was born sickly but despite it, he tries to overcome it and pushes himself harder than any of the apprentices
 
"Don't worry, it hates you back." Blizzardblaze was unable to keep himself from remarking with a wry grin as he overheard Asterpaw's grumbled words, casting the younger tom a sympathetic look. The black-and-white warrior's pale eyes moved along Asterpaw's still fever-patched coat, lingering on the tabby's dripping nose, and he felt concern twist in his gut. It was too early for sickness to spread, surely - leaf-bare had hardly begun in earnest. They all needed to take care of themselves if they were to keep their health through the coldest months of the year, and to dodge illness if at all possible. Blizzardblaze glanced back at the apprentices' den from which Asterpaw had emerged and inquired, as casually as he could, "Is your nest good and soft and warm? Sleeping on the cold ground is no good, even for young cats like yourself." There was, he hoped, an implicit offer of assistance there, should the tabby wish for it: after all, he was a forager, and he had the knack for comfy nest-building that role often suggested.
 

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Pineconekit has decided she hates leaf-bare, now that the temperatures have turned cold, even during the day. Her paws tremble as she makes her way out of the nursery into the clearing, just in time to hear the apprentice make a similiar remark.

"Leaf-bare is stupid." she mutters under her breath, the warm air from her lungs turning into a cloud in front of her face. Her dad had promised her he would keep her warm during the cold season - Daisynose and him had warm, soft fur that would protect them. Unlike her and Sweetpetal, who were left cold. Except her dads aren't here to keep her warm anymore and the kitten trembles from the chilly air around. "Why can't it just stay warm?"

But Pineconekit doesn't turn back towards the nursery, not with the den filled with Dewshine's young litter - she much prefers to sulk outside, even if it means she's cold. Her tail lashes against the ground, listening to the pair talk about the cold around them. She cannot wait for it to get warmer again, so her pawpads don't grow numb as soon as they touch the cold stone.

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Dawnkit​
status: calm​
Unlike some others, her fur is built for the cold. She is bulky but so far a lot of it is fluff. She might grow out of it or into it in time, who knows. She watches Asterpaw and Blizzardblaze and Pineconekit. She had been born in the height of green-leaf but it feels like most of her life has been spent in the cooler months. The leaf-falls and leaf-bares. She tolerated it as well as she could. "It'll just get worse." From how she had heard the older warriors talk, from how she had heard her mother grumbling about it. She hadn't experienced it but she was preparing herself. The nursery was at least vaguely warm with all the bodies squeezed into the den and she still had at least a moon left in there, possibly through the worst of the months.

She thinks about her mother and hopes she doesn't get worse again. "We can make a cuddle pile. Enough of us together would put off enough heat to set the forest ablaze I'm sure." She herself put off enough heat to keep her and her siblings warm when they slept in the next at least. Surely enough bodies piled together would keep the chill out and the cold away. Couldn't hurt to try anyway.

and every step i choose to take begins to set the world aflame

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  • DAWNKIT She/Her A cinnamon tortie point with large paws and anger in her veins. She is highly protective of her siblings and is strangely distrustful of anyone that isn't family, possibly stemming from her mother's paranoia.

    𖤓 Kit of Thunderclan
    𖤓 Sister to Fawnkit and Hazykit
    𖤓 2 moons; ages on the 1st of every month (updated 9/20/2025)
    𖤓 speech thought action
    𖤓 peaceful/healing powerplay permitted

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Dancingkit crouches in the mouth of the nursery den, relishing in whatever fleeting warmth that it provides... And then they jump to their paws, half startled by Asterpaw's sneeze. Blizzardblaze asks about Asterpaw's nest, and they make a mental note to start asking for feathers and more moss to insulate their own nest. Thats a smart idea that they wouldn't have thought of otherwise...

"I agree..." they echo after Pineconekit, a frown gracing their lips as Dawnkit insists it'll get worse. Of course it would, Dancingkit has heard their own mother talk about leafbare as if it were the end of the world... But they don't want to think of it! They don't want to think of being freezing cold all the time, because then... Then maybe they'll get named Dancingicicle cause they're gonna FREEZE! "A cuddle pile." Dancingkit echoes after Dawnkit, eyes widening slightly at the idea. A cuddle pile would be nice, it'd starve off the seeping cold that encroaches in to the nursery, at least. "I want to be apart of it..." Dancing yawns, as if to punctuate that they're totally down for it like right now. Even thinking of it makes them sleepy.

LIGHT IS ON THE WAY ♡ WE'LL BE HAVING A FUN TIME

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  • DANCINGKIT ♡
    ( kitten of thunderclan )​
    ❥ small kitten with tired brown eyes & a short tail
    ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
    ❥ penned by chuff, tags

    "speech"
 
For a wayward child born and weaned in the summertime, Falsekit found the shivering winds to be an unwelcome change. Their shorthaired coat did little to shield them from the biting cold, which seemed to sink its inquisitive claws into every part of his surface. His nose even starting running, mucus dripping uncomfortably slow down the roof of his throat. Like Faithkit, in a way. Following after the droves of fellow kittens from the nursery, Falsekit wandered towards the crowd, as if almost aimless in drooping eyelids and meandering step. The slight tendrils of scorn rested along the fawn tortoiseshell's pale countenance, as triangular ears pricked at their nurserymates' suggestion. A cuddle pile could work, but it would involve pressing uncomfortably close against foreign bodies of pulsing heat and blustering blood. He would rather freeze his tail off if that were the alternative. "Count me out of the cuddle pile. I don't like... touching anyone. Anyone that isn't my family." Falsekit muttered quietly. Moon-pallid eyes drifted towards Pineconekit, and their thin tail flicked almost dismissively. "I don't know why leaf-bare is a thing. I think it is part of the natural order of the world. Maybe it's to weed out the weakest of Thunderclan..." A small spark of amusement flitted along the ends of a stare otherwise devoid of much emotion. I wouldn't be weeded out. I wouldn't let my sister be weeded out, either. But that's it.

SUNSHINE IS FAR, CLOUDS LINGER ON
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EVERYTHING I POSSESSED, NOW THEY ARE GONE
  • OOC. sorry they are so morbid </3 / IC opinions!

  • NOTE: This is a very loose reference until I can draw a more accurate reference. <3​
  • FALSEKIT & 04 MOONS
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    —— Agender / Any Pronouns & Gendered Terms
    —— Kitten of Thunderclan / Adopted by Serpentberry / Biological sibling to Faithkit & Thornkit
    —— A shorthaired fawn tortoiseshell with medium-high white and greyish-blue eyes. Walks with a confident, almost unassuming posture. Talks with a calm and collected voice, and one much too mature for their age.
    —— Outwardly, Falsekit is an affable and polite cat with natural charisma. Within the controlled walls of their own making, they are a skeptical and nihilistic soul, often going about in life in accordance to their own morbid curiosity.
    —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.
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These kids are really not feeling it. Blizzardblaze blinked, unable to conceal some surprise as no fewer than four kittens appeared in rapid succession, all of them with their own agitation to voice. He supposed it must be hard to be so small and feel the chilly weather - their bodies surely couldn't produce or hold that much heat, could they? Dawnkit proposed a cuddle pile, which Blizzardblaze found pretty darn cute - what warrior would think of suggesting such a thing but in the most dire of circumstances? "Sure, let's make a heap." the forager fluffed out his coat to its fullest extent and settled on a sunny patch of ground, stretching his limbs out. If any kit wanted to curl up against his side or drape themselves over his shoulders, they'd be welcome to, but he didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable and figured he'd let them decide.

Instead he pondered the question posed by Pineconekit: why couldn't it just stay warm? Falsekit had an idea, though the tortoiseshell's solution was a little...well, dark. "ThunderClan is strong." Blizzardblaze dissented with a flick of his tail. "When we're together, nothing can stop us." It was clear from his tone and expression that he meant it genuinely, that he believed it with his whole heart, and he offered a smile that he hoped would be encouraging. "You know how you run around and play and then you get tired and you have to sleep before you can do more? Leaf-bare is the forest sleeping, I think."
 

I SIP A TOAST TO NORMALCY


The freezing temperatures of leaf-bare seem to be forcing even the less social among them, like Magnoliapeak, into close proximity with their clanmates. The dilute tortoiseshell does not forego small talk like she might typically do in favor of being near other warm bodies, stepping over the forms of kits clamoring about a cuddle pile to sit nearer to the warriors (and Asterpaw). "You don't have to," Magnoliapeak finds herself affirming Falsekit's assertion that they didn't like touching anyone who wasn't family. A kindred feeling, though she isn't sure she had shared that sentiment from such a young age.

"We've survived worse," Magnoliapeak agrees with Blizzardblaze's words with a short nod. It's true enough. Between the great battle that had forced them to form ThunderClan from the divided remains of the colony to the battle with SkyClan, there were so many things that were far worse than a little bit of cold and snow. Although Magnoliapeak isn't certain it had ever been this cold last leaf-bare... Nor that it had been so cold at such an early part of the season. The storm guard decides not to mention that, at least. What benefit would it bring when Falsekit is already suggesting that leaf-bare is meant to kill off the weak.


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✿ magnoliapeak is a thunderclan storm guard with sharp resolve and strict standards.
✿ 30 moons old, ages on the 11th of each month.
✿ currently mentoring flickerpaw and sandpiperpaw
✿ in battle, physically difficult and psychologically difficult
✿ her parents are hazelheart x bracken. she is littermate to honeysucklecry and hyacinthrain. she is gen 2 on the junipersable tree.
✿ penned by carat, see her tags here.


 
Inane conversation. Most times, Monstergrowl would not bother to engage, but he finds himself rather bored the last few days; even an uninteresting conversation is better than nothing. "A fanciful and optimistic thought," he says in response to Blizzardblaze, the disagreement clear in the tone of his voice as it drips from his maw. "Being together would not stop a slow death if it gets too cold. 'Strength', as you say, can only do so much." A depressing thought, but a realistic one; there's no use in allowing the kits of the Clan to think that life will be easy, regardless of the reasoning for doing so. Falsekit has a good head on their shoulders; no point to ruining that by putting lies in front of them. "But we have survived worse, that much is true," he agrees, voice sliding a bit towards a quieter timbre.
 
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