Christmas Roleplay

[Wildstar]

Since the Hallowe'en roleplay didn't seem to work out so well, we're starting the Christmas roleplay earlier. :3

Details later.

[naturesong]

Naturesong was simply a flash of gold then gone. Not long after she was chasing after a squirrel, the puffy tail almost in reach. Finally, at the last moment, she pounced; the squirrel wouldn't be seeing another moon. With a satisfying glow about her, she trotted towards her last kill, and, both in her mouth, she began to make her way back to camp, which she had to admit wasn't turning out so well. First of all, it was one of the coldest days she had ever experienced, and she always had to be active in order to stay warm. It felt like her prey was begining to harden onto her teeth, the harsh scent of ice flooding her scent glands.

Also, not long after she began to head out, she noticed the clouds were darkening. A storm fast approached, and she wouldn't have time to make it back to camp before it reached; she'd need shelter. First, she decided to get as close back to the clan she could before she gave into the torture to come. An unrelenting rain? Naturesong wasn't in the mood for that, and she doubted she'd ever be. It was one of those things that wouldn't ever work out, and that pained you down to your soul.

Well, she just had to face it; a storm was coming, and that was that. If she couldn't do anything about it, then she wouldn't, but if she could, boy, would that make a world of difference! Well, for now she had to the think about the possibilities, and what she could do, which was almost nothing other then hide. Her mind went to Leopardmask. What would she do? The wise old cat probably wouldn't have been out here. Naturesong wouldn't be surprised if she knew if a storm were coming about an hour before it arrived, and wouldn't be caught dead further then a half hours walk back to camp.

Suddenly a white flake of something landed on her nose. It was white and a bit clumped, and disappeared almost immediatly. A flash of warmth went through her before she felt more land all around her, sticking to grass, weeds, tree trunks and leaves. Snow! That was the best present she could have asked for, and it was from grumpy old man winter. Who would've though that? No, one, that's who, and no one can deny it. Her eyes flashing with joy, Naturesong burst away from her spot towards the camp, not bothering to catch more prey.

[Bluesky]

Bluesky slowly uncurled herself, as she always did. Her ears were swiveling around madly, and she washed them quickly to stop them. They always did that during cold weather, and sometimes it was extremely annoying. She stretched out her fronts legs, then her back ones, and yawned, satisfied. She tried the ground, it felt like ice. Still, she moved out of her nest onto it. Her paws quickly went numb, and she slowly padded to the entrance. She stuck her head out, and was met by a blast of ice wind that made her retreat to her nest. She shook herself, and, resolute, padded back to the entrance and stuck her head out again. Snow was falling, like specks of cotton, and they swirled and danced about in the rising wind.

She fluffed up her fur and watched it for a while. Then, her ears buzzing loudly in protest to the cold, she turned around. She noted that Naturesong's nest was empty, probably hunting. "You'd have to pay me with a new coat before I'd go out there!" Bluesky muttered quietly to herself. She had always hatted cold, preferring the cozy freshness of New-Leaf and the warmth of Green-Leaf. As if on cue, a leaf was blown into her rump as the wind broke a hole in the wall. She yowled, surprised, and hissed at the wall. Trying not to disturb her clanmates, anymore, at least, she scooted over to the hole. It was small, but the wind was tugging at the edges, causing it to grow slowly.

She used a spare bit of moss to block the wind for a second, and reachieved the leaf that was stuck to her tail. She moved the moss a little and put the leaf in it's place. Then she tugged some of the branches over the hole. She covered it wit the moss, which was already quite battered, and searched around the den. She found a few more leaves and a small twig, and brought them over. She move the moss, which fell apart in her claws, and weaved the small scraps in over the hole. When the only gap left was at the bottom, she clawed dirt into it. She admired her paw-work for a second, then realized how cold she was.

She hurried back to her nest and tried to savor the last bit of warmth. Then she settled into it more comfortably, and yawned again. The patching and cold had gotten her exhausted, and she gratefully felt her paws and ears warm up.She smacked her lips twice, then closed her eyes and set down her head. In less than a second, she was asleep, cradled in the dark warmth of unconsciousness.

[Wildstar]

The Clan's leader sighed contentedly from her rocky cave. Strands of braided moss hung over the entrance, keeping some of the winter's draft out. The rest of the draft was lost in the mosses that clung to the inside walls. Surprisingly, the rock was, although not warm, certainly not cold. She would have to see if more of this efficient moss could be found in newleaf. But, that was an entirely different matter.

Lifting her head lazily from her bed of moss, feathers, and twigs, Wildstar blinked rapidly, ebbing the sleep that threatened to cloud her mind. Through sheer force of willpower, the pure-black she-cat struggled clumsily to her paws and averted her ice blue eyes from the cozy nest behind her. Between the strands of handing moss, Wildstar saw only white. It was about time, seeing as the sky had been threatening to drop it's fluffy burden on the land for quite some time. The Clan leader would have been awake waiting for the snow had her soft bed not called out to her. The leafbare months always made her about as useful as an elder in a coma. Typical.

'Not now,' Wildstar hissed at herself, as she noticed her eyes and mind drifting back to a good slumber. 'You've slept far too much already. Not to mention you left the camp unattended, and sent Naturesong out for food. Mousebrain!' This form of self-disrespect helped keep her alert and on her toes. She had probably picked up this habit back when she was only deputy of StormClan, listening to Pinestar berate himself in a whisper. Not necessarily a good habit, but, it kept Wildstar in line.

Poking her muzzle through a few moss strands, she looked out into the Clan's camp, and viewed everything in different shades of white. Not a single part of the camp had escaped the snow, not even the little cave-like indent under the Tallspire. A lone snowflake landed on her black nose, and, using tactics from when she was just a kit, studied the melting crystal with crossed eyes. It wasn't very effective, and it hurt her eyes, but, she could make out the individual points on the drop. Looking about swiftly, Wildstar saw that no cat had been watching her, and stuck the whole half of her body out into the cold.

The wind tugged playfully at her fur, and snow whisked about, calling for a playmate with the elements. Smiling to herself, Wildstar looked up at the grayed sky, and tried to imagine what Pinestar was thinking of up in StarClan. Winter had been another thing the leader and deputy had shared before the tom's retirement. The she-cat couldn't help but smile at the memory of her friend as they climbed trees covered with snow, looking for hibernating squirrels or other tree-lodging wildlife.

[Willowfoot]

ooc: This doesn't mean we're ending the Thanksgiving Roleplay, does it?

bic: "Willowkit...? Willowkit...." Her mother Flowertail was whispering gently in her ear to wake her up, but the kit stayed in a light slumber, in a sense of calm and cool air. However, that vision was shattered from a delighted cry from her brother.

"Willowkit!" Bramblekit mewed, "It's got this wierd powdery rain and it's really fun to play in!"

She lifted her head to look out to the entrance of the nursery. There her warm gray eyes grew wide and a huge smile covered her face.

"Mom, what is that white stuff?" She queried.

Flowertail smiled. "Snow, dears. It's rain that's half-ice."

ooc: I'm going to have to continue this later. I've gotta go.

[Willowfoot]

ooc: 5 days of internet outage.... Oy!

bic:
Bramblekit jumped out into the cold rain, playfully hopping in it and struggling to touch his nose with his toungue when a snowflake fell on it.

Willowkit gave a purr of amusement and went out to play with her brother. She was aware of the beautiful holiday coming up: Christmas, the celebration of the birth of StarClan. It was a time of joy to brighten up the gloom from the cold weather.

Her kit limbs were growing like flowers. Her long gray tabby fur covered legs that were beginning to look like willow branches. She sat in the snow, fluffing up her fur against the wind.

Bramblekit was growing too, almost faster than she was. He almost looked like an apprentice, with legs that were muscular in the ways of kits. His amber eyes, however, still were as huge and playful as when he first opened them.

The hope and joy of the season crept warmly into both their hearts, with daydreams of fresh-kill dinner and one day ("Not far away," their mother had said hopefully) to become apprentices.

Bramblekit had strayed towards Tallspire, the place where Wildstar stood sometimes to adress the Clan. His eyes glittered in wonder at it almost all the time and he often tried to climb it--not an impossible feat with his growing legs. He jumped up to reach the first ledge, although the second was too high. He kept hopping up to try to reach it, growling and mumbling, until Willowkit and Flowertail loped up to bring him back down.

"Bramblekit!" Willowkit said almost amusedly, "Only the leader can go up there. You know that." She pressed her muzzle against her littermate's side, but he still looked dissapointed.

[Sleetfoot]

Farther away in the forest a small white body shot through the bushes. The snow fell heavily in this part of the forest and the only visible part of the small cat were his stunning blue eyes. His pray hadn't noticed him either. Soon the fat rabbit was dead. Sleetfoot sat beside his kill, closed his eyes and let his head fall to a praying position. Silently, he thanked StarClan and the Hoppers ancestors for letting him take this life to feed his Clan.

Sleetfoot was different than the rest of his Clanmates. For one, he wasn't born in the Mountains. He came from far away with his Grandfather who died shortly after they arrived. But MountainClan took him in and most were grateful to learn his new ways of hunting. He had come from the Land of Darkness, far beyond the Sun Drowned Place ware the DayStar never seemed to touch land. There, the prey had always been buried deep under the snow, and his senses had adapted to finding the prey in their dens.

Sleetfoot, never a great teacher, preferred to hunt alone and found it difficult to help the others hunt this way. But he could always be counted on to bring home plenty of meat, even in the coldest and worst of Leafbares.

Another odd thing about him, was that he was very respectful. More so than an average cat should be. He would thank StarClan after each kill and before each meal. He had learned to adapt to the Mountain life but he still found it wierd that some of the cats just eat right away, rather than wait for StarClan's blessing.

Grabbing the rabbit he headed back towards the camp ware he dug up the robin squirrel and jay he had caught earlier. He brushed through the brambles and headed for the fresh kill pile.


**Just a thought, but wouldn't the cats celebrate the solstice more than actual Christmas? I mean, it would be easier for them to tell which was the right day.**

[Willowfoot]

ooc: Eh.
Actually, that's a good idea.

[Willowfoot]

Bramblekit's dissappointment faded away when he spotted Sleetfoot returning from a hunt. His amber eyes lit up and he darted over, skidding to a halt in the snow.

"Hi Sleetfoot!" He said exitedly, shaking the snow off of his head, "Have a good hunt?"

Sleetfoot had always been the warrior Bramlekit most admired. Even though he came from a far away unfamiliar place, Wildstar had accepted him and let him become a great warrior in MountainClan. And great he was, always bringing back lots of prey from a hunt.

"How'd you catch all that?" He asked, staring wide-eyed at all the prey he had brought back.

Willowkit thought it was silly, him already trying to find a mentor. But every time she looked at the ground, it seemed further away, and it was true they might be apprentices soon. She actually liked how the name Willowpaw rolled off of her toungue.

[Sleetfoot]

Sleetfoot smiled softly as the small kit hurtled towards him, bumping into his paws. He dropped the kill and bent close to the small kits ear. "It's a secret, SmallOne." He loved the look of amazement the other cats always gave him when he returned with a mouthful of prey. "You just have to know ware to look. Mabey i can show you some day." He wasn't much of a teacher and he had never been to fond of kittlings following him around but there was something about young Bramblekit that inspired him, something that reminded himself of the young adventurer he had been on his journey. He liked the little one, and was looking forward to his apprenticeship.

[Bluesky]

((Sleety, it's 'where' and 'maybe'. Tell me if you want me to get rid of this part of my post. ^_^
Good idea for celebrating the solstice instead of Christmas, though. Maybe we should also make shorter posts...>.<))

Bluesky sighed as she awoke again. Oh well, it was probably well past time to get up, anyway. She stretched her paws out, and, trying not to think about it, hopped out onto the cold ground. She yawned and smacked her mouthes, then shook herself roughly to wake up better. She licked a paw absently and drew it over her face. Feeling less sleepy, she padded lightly out into the clearing. Her fur fluffed up against the cold air, and she glanced around. She spotted Sleetfoot talking to Bramblekit, fresh-kill at his paws, as always. She hurried over, trying to warm up. "Hello, Sleetfoot, Bramblekit, Willowkit, and Flowertail." Her ears twitched at Bramblekit, amused. "Having fun there, eh?" Her long tail swept over her paws as she sat with a slight grunt. She tried to ignore her freezing rear as her eyes followed the small movements in the kits' growing bodies.

[Sleetfoot]

Sleetfoot nodded to the newcomer. "Good Morn Bluesky. Did you sleep well?" He nodded respectfully to the she cat and smiled. He looked around to see who else was stirring. The Long Night was nearly upon them. In two short, and I mean very short days, the longest night of the year would occur.

[Bluesky]

((Err, where's the rest of your post, Sleety?))

Bluesky shrugged. "Sorta. I woke up once and had to repair a big hole in the wall." She grimaced, remembering racing around the den in an effort to patch up the hole. She shivered. "It's pretty cold out. I think I'll go hunting, to warm up a bit." She stood, shaking herself, then added. "I see you already have, but if you want to join me, I won't say no."

[naturesong]

((I think it's just a short post and instead of a period she accidentally put a comma. Happens to me all the time.))

Naturesong bounded into the clearing, noticing that the whole clearing was frosted over. With a muffled shriek of joy, she sprinted up to the fresh-kill pile, and placed down what she had. After a quick roll in the snow, as well as a stretch, she trotted over to a few of her clan mates, who appeared to be negotiating a hunt. "I'll come!" she blurted out automatically. Being a young warrior, she had only experienced one winter before this as a warrior. It was always fun to dance in the snow, and catch more and more prey for the clan. "I didn't find to much when I just went out, and I think some of the food will turn crow-food fast with all the water damage. So, how about it?" Naturesong was bouncing up and down at this point, eager to hunt more.

[Bluesky]

((Oh, 'kay.))

Bluesky followed Naturesong's bouncing with her head. "Okay, okay, calm down." Her eyes glimmered in amusement at the young warrior's eagerness. Then she turned back to Sleetfur. "If you join us, we could have a hunting patrol." She offered. then she got up and and stretched her legs, shaking off the cold ice frozen to her pelt.