Blizzard Event 2022 [WindClan]

[Roxanne ❀]

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PUBLISHED ON 01/07/2022

WINDCLAN SNOW DRIFTS

[attr="class","dstafftable"]It starts like any other snowy day, with light flurries that look big and fluffy to the touch. Kittens are spotted out batting at the heavy flakes, while elders mumble onwards about the chill in their bones.

Then it hits, hard and relentless. The fluffy flakes come down heavier and in greater amounts. Mothers usher their kittens into the nursery, and apprentices are told to remain in camp. Your clan prays to Starclan that the snow will let up come morning. Many cats take to the makeshift shelters that are usually never used, and sleep in the warmth. As the storm rages overnight, any felines who decide to brave the night are found slightly buried, freezing, and likely coughing from a chill. One cat - Sycamoreroot, is found dead.

When the cats observe the camp, they will notice that the snow is piling heavily onto the medicine cat's den, and is threatening their storage!

Hurry, before your dens collapse

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[Nightstar ♡]

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[attr="class","nighttag"]#Bitterntalon❃

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[attr="class","nightscroll"]the snowfall had started out slow at first. it was honestly quite a beautiful sight, watching the snowflakes gently falling from the sky. over time, the snowfall had increased in power, but going to bed that night, he'd trusted that the snow would stop in the morning. however, he couldn't have been more wrong. when he awoke, he immediately felt a powerful chill settling on his body. opening his eyes confirmed his worst fears-- a thick blanket of snow covered the entire camp, half-burying himself and many of his clanmates who had slept out in the open. the weight of the snow felt heavy, and the icy cold seeped rapidly into his already weakened muscles.[break][break]

even though his energy was rapidly depleting, he had to do something. nightstar forced his nearly frozen muscles to move, slowly making his way toward bitterntalon's den, which was being rapidly buried under snow. the well-being of his medicine cat and his storage was more important than anything at the moment. with a grunt, he dug his paws into the snow, trying his hardest to unbury the den. "bitterntalon!" the leader called out, a note of desperation tinging his voice. the cold stung his muscles, and his movements were slow and clumsy. at this rate...[break][break]

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[maplestorm]

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    Waking up snowed into the Medicine Den was like something out of Maplestorm's nightmares. He eyed the snowy wall with horror before calling over his shoulder, "Bitterntalon! Come quickly!"

    Hearing activity from the other side, the tom tried his best to dig with his good leg while sitting on his haunches, but it was hardly effective. He felt claustrophobic. It was difficult to breathe, though surely they still ad plenty of air. Was that Nightstar's voice? The tom threw his shoulder into the packed snow to little effect.

    "Nightstar!" The tom yelled, "I- I think we are all alright, but I don't know for how long!"

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Tawnyowl awoke from a sleepless slumber. The cold air had made it challenging to sleep, and when the snow fell, her body only shifted and wriggled more, attempting to conserve as much heat as possible. The senior warrior had fallen asleep beside the dark, inky leader. His thick pelt entwined with hers made for a small nest of warmth. As her eyes opened, she felt the cold against her body. The warmth of Nightstar absent, and for a moment, she felt a sense of panic in her chest. The camp was covered in a thick, heavy blanket of snow. [break][break]

In the corner of her eye, she watched as Nightstar fearlessly plunged himself into work. The tom tackled the snow at the entrance way to the medicine cat den, shouting his name with such desperation. Tawnyowl only needed to see him to know that he wasn't well. The tom was getting older, and the cold weather seized up his body. Tawnyowl ran to his side and gently pushed her fluffy, tabby pelt into the leader; giving him a moment of warmth. She shot him a small, yet concerned smile; almost as if wordlessly telling him that he was not alone. [break][break]

The warrior shouted, "Just hang tight!" She called as she began to thrust her paws into the snow. She moved quickly. She was energized and determined. She wanted to help her clan; she wanted to help dig the medicine cat den; then maybe, Nightstar could rest.

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[Bitterntalon❃]

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[attr="class","ttbody"]Honestly, who would have expected this much snow? Bitterntalon wasn't opposed to the colder weather but it made hunting for herbs ever harder. He had been forced into a den for the first time since his time in Windclan and did the medicine cat hate it? Yes. Greatly. He had slept for a couple hours in order to get some shut eye but he knew the storm was getting worse outside. The blizzard whisked its way into the camp and sealed himself and Maplestorm inside the medicine den. Maplestorm was almost finished with treatment, the others from the fox attack having gotten better and no longer in here with him. Bitterntalon's ears perked as he heard the frantic call from his patient.

Trotting forward, a huff of annoyance came from the medicine cat as he looked at the wall of snow. Maplestorm tried to dig some out but Bitterntalon let out a hiss as he got sprayed with some. "Your cobwebs! They'll be wet!" The medicine cat complained before stepping forward, pushing Maplestorm out of the way. "You need to be resting. If you want to be running around with your kits when they come you'll do yourself some good by stepping back," The tom growled out before looking at the large wall of snow. He could hear Nightstar on the other side, as well as the voice of Tawnyowl reaching him. He gave a small huff, looking towards his stores that were in the den. He moved and placed leaves that would repel water rather well on top of them that he had before turning to the entrance. He would need to get out there, assess the clan. There was no time to waste.

The medicine cat start scooping snow out from in front of him, flinging it to the left so that it went away from his herb storage. The savannah would be able to go a bit longer than any normal cat, having longer legs had its advantages. He huffed as he kept digging, trying to break through in order to meet the others on the other side. Bitterntalon wanted to make sure that he and Maplestorm made it out. He had to assess his clanmates, and Maplestorm had a mate to get to.

[attr="class","ttnotes"]word count ● maplestorm Nightstar ♡ Tawnyowl ● Dig: 21

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in the grand scheme of things, sleeping next to her clanmates in makeshifts shelters was better than freezing to death, but that didn’t mean she liked it. if she had it her way, she’d have taken the shelter to herself and left the vast majority of her clanmates to rot in the frozen wasteland that windclan had become. but she hadn’t. she had graciously made room for her fellow warriors, greeted them with smiles hiding her venomous thoughts, and dreamt of waking up to her clanmates frozen to death. she had slept wonderfully. facing a blizzard that stings your eyes, and hurts your throat when you breathe is a very rude way to start your day. annoyed and freezing to the core before she stepped outside of the shelter, shrikecloud puffed out her pelt as she braced herself against the wind. squinting into the whipping snow flakes, the she-cat caught sight of the black mass that could only be nightstar, and soon the brown tabby pelt of tawnyowl was beside him as well. confusion clouded her mind for several moments, before realization set in. ah. battling her way towards bittertalons’ den she said nothing as she dug her claws into the snow and began to rip at it. clumps of the wet, heavy snow clung to her pelt weighing her down, and she cursed herself for getting involved. shrikecloud wasn’t a fool, though. she knew the importance of the medicine cat. of all the cats in the clan, he was the only cat she wouldn’t relish dead.

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[attr="class","nightscroll"]it seemed like they were making good progress. despite nightstar's slowing movements, he felt his paw break through the snow and into the den, where he could see maplestorm and bitterntalon also digging away. "maplestorm... bitterntalon... are you both alright?" slowly, the entranceway was being cleared out. bitterntalon's lengthy legs proving to be a huge asset, and of course he couldn't forget about tawnyowl's strength. but nightstar, despite feeling tawnyowl pressing up against him to try and warm him up, was growing weaker and weaker by the minute. the snow was slowly freezing his muscles, and eventually, he couldn't move any longer.[break][break]

nightstar felt his legs give out and he collapsed in the snow with a grunt. the cold seeping into his entire body was now making him feel almost numb. no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find the strength to move his muscles, or even lift his head anymore. his eyes fluttered, and he could feel his consciousness wavering. it was cold... so cold... his ears were ringing, all sounds blending together before fading away entirely. he wasn't sure how long he'd spent covered in snow while he'd been sleeping, but it must have been quite a while. for someone as old as him, it almost certainly spelled his death.[break][break]

darkness began pushing in on the edges of his vision. blearily, he turned his gaze to tawnyowl. at this very moment, he couldn't help but be immensely grateful that he was a leader. then, his eyes closed. his breathing grew shallow, before stopping entirely. and just like that, nightstar's first life had been stripped away from him.

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[Harelight]

Harelight of WindClan

Harelight wasn't amused when he saw the submerged camp. That just meant that he had more work to do. If he could, he would have continued sleeping. But now that others knew that he was awake, it'd be hard to leave camp without being spotted. Especially when movements were slowed by such wretched snow. The tom didn't want to know what Nightstar would punish him with if he left in the middle of a crisis. So, he sucked his frustration up and assessed the area. It seemed like the medicine den was in danger of getting completely covered, endangering herb storage. It seemed like WindClan had luck with herbs... not.

With a sighed, he joined the older warrior's efforts to clear a path. With effort, he drove snow away and started to see his clanmates on the other side. Before he greeted them, he saw his large leader drop. Harelight almost gasped at the sight. He knew the tom was old and would likely suffer the most. His lives were his saving graces. The tom walked over, slight concern in his features. He didn't need to be experienced to know that Nightstar was already gone. His breaths were no longer there. Not knowing what to say, he glanced at the medicine cat. The tom didn't think the huge tom could do anything, however.

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Nightstar was the first to break into the den. A small gap revealing the two trapped inside. Tawnyowl felt a wave of relief as she tilt her head, peering at them both curiously. She was about to say something, then she felt the presence beside her crumble. Nightstar's legs suddenly gave way, making him fall to the ground. Tawnyowl's heart plunged into her lower stomach. She felt nausea sweep over her as she watched as Nightstar grunted in the cold snow. She dropped to his side instantly. His body was cold; very cold. His eyes began to flutter and the warrior let out a small cry; her green eyes filling with tears. "N-Nightstar?" She meowed as she lay against his frozen body. She tried to warm him; create a blanket of heat. She didn't realize that licking his pelt the wrong way would help stimulate warmth. Instead, she just remained close to him. Her fluffy tabby pelt mingled with his. But, she knew it wasn't working. [break][break]

She lifted her head up, watching as their gazes connected before he slipped away. She could feel his chest fall for the final time. Tears continued to stream down her face. The realization was slow to hit her, but; she then turned to their healer - Bittertalon, "H-He's a leader... S-Surely he has more lives? Can we take him somewhere warm? Keep him warm, so he returns to us?" She meowed in panic.

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[Bitterntalon❃]

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[attr="class","ttbody"]The tom kept scooping, ignoring the sulking tom behind him. He didn't care if Maplestorm would be mad with him. If Turtlefang figured out that Bitterntalon had let Maplestorm do any sort of work, she would surely have his head. No matter how pregnant the molly was, she would be sure to rip the medicine cat's ears to shreds if she knew any harm came to her mate from his own actions if Bitterntalon had not stopped him. Soon, Nightstar was standing in front of him, along with Tawnyowl. There were a couple other warriors outside as well, and Bitterntalon was glad that they were able to clear the snow before it collapsed in on the den.

But relief morphed to concern as his leader dropped to the ground. The telltale signs of death crawling and saturating the air as he watched Nightstar slowly stop breathing. The medicine cat approached slowly, flicking his ears to Tawnyowl's comment as he assessed Nightstar. The tom looked around him as he looked towards Tawnyowl. "We must move him somewhere warm. Nightstar had only previously mentioned leader lives before but if this is his first, then he should return to us shortly," Bitterntalon wasn't honestly sure if what he said was true. He just knew that Nightstar had once told him that leaders gained nine lives. He hadn't heard the tom speak of losing any of his, so he hoped this was his first life lost.

Dragging Nightstar's body into the den, he beckoned for Tawnyowl to curl up with Nightstar. He then turned to Harelight. "Please check and make sure no other dens are collapsing, we should be fine for the moment. Find Fawnheart as well, she must take command for the moment in Nightstar's absence," He said, looking at the snow that had been cleared. The den at the very least would not cave in. "Make sure the queens are safe," He confirmed with Harelight and Shrikecloud before turning back towards Tawnyowl and Nightstar. He then looked towards Maplestorm. "Take it easy but go find your mate. We will dry your cobwebs after," He wanted to give Tawnyowl the privacy her and Nightstar deserved in that moment and so once Maplestorm left, the young savannah would curl up next to Nightstar. "All we can do is warm him and wait for him to come back to us," He softly said, allowing the molly space to curl up with Nightstar. With both of their body heat in a smaller enclosed area, it would help Nightstar warm from the cold.

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The molly had always loved watching the snow from the comfort of a warm den, seeing the alabaster flakes gently cover the ground. It always made her feel at peace to see the snow fall. But being outside in the midst of a snowstorm was rather a different thing, as the she-cat loathed the chill of leaf-bare's weather. When it had picked up as dusk had fallen, she'd held no fear of what the snow would bring come morning as she ushered warriors, apprentices and elders into the makeshift shelters, encouraging her fellow clanmates that it was a sight to behold from the safety and warmth of the dens and soothing any fears that it would grow denser overnight. 

When she'd awoken, the light inside the den was foggy and gray. It took only a passing moment to feel the cold in her chest, against her face, in her ears, how difficult it felt to take in the first breath. Only Stormwhisper's dense coat beside her offered her any heat. Peeking out from the den and shaking off the merciless cold that clung to her limbs, fear and urgency flooded over her once her eyes had scanned the camp. Snow had built up around the camp in mountains, and as she quickly pulled herself from the den, cerulean lenses scanned the clearing for signs of Nightstar. When at last her eyes caught his shadowy silhouette, any warmth from the blood that ran through her veins seemed to ice over. He was slumped over at the entrance of the medicine den with Tawnyowl at his side.

Without thinking, she immediately bounded over the group of cats that surrounded the leader and his mate: Bitterntalon, Maplestorm, Shrikecloud and Harelight. Before she reached them, she heard the tall spotted tom bark out instructions and send the warriors on their way to inspect the rest of the camp as he pulled Nightstar into the den. When at last she reached the three cats inside the medicine den, her eyes were wide with fear and concern. Her lenses scanned the three of them to assess what had happened, and it was at that moment she realized how still Nightstar was. He had not only collapsed, but he seemed to be... dying. 

A hard gulp pushed down her throat and she felt paralyzed as she watched in brief silence, trying to comprehend what had caused Nightstar a life. She had never bore witness to Nightstar losing a life before, and when his chest continued to not rise, it brought visions of her imagination to think of what Rabbitstar had looked like when she had lost her life. The cycle had begun again. She wondered if he would wake, when he would wake, what he was experiencing right now, if he was in any pain.

Her eyes drifted from the leader's to Tawnyowl, sympathy and sorrow filling her eyes. Had it not been for the cold, Fawnheart knew she would have shed a tear to meet the gaze of the other molly. "I am sorry, Tawnyowl. I do not know if he will wake, or when. I do not know how many lives have been taken from him thus far. Let us all pray to Starclan that this is only his first and that he will rejoin us soon."

Then her gaze shifted to Bitterntalon. Their relationship since their initial meeting had been tenuous, and while the time since had done them the favor of lessening the harshness between them, the bridge had yet to be fully mended. But now, in this moment, their personal differences and their past discourse were a far away thought in her head. When she looked to the tom, though her eyes still held sympathy, they had been clouded with a fear she couldn't explain, a dark sense of dread. She wasn't certain what she was hoping for by meeting his eyes, whether it be honesty or reassurance, but for the first time since her deputyship, she felt at a complete loss. She had no control in helping Nightstar return, no control over the snow, and no clue what to do next. Could Bitterntalon see her silent plea, did he too feel any kind of kinship to band together for this? 

"I..." she was at a loss of words as much as she was hope. She shook her head as her vision swam, trying to regain any sense of clarity and strength she could muster. That would be enough to start and enough to stand. "Please," her words soft, "tell me what happened and what I can do to help." Selfishly she wished Stormwhisper was beside her, even just to be able to furl herself into his silky coat and take a deep breath. But either way, the loss of one of Nightstar's lives, and what it inevitably meant for her and for Windclan, was a burden even her mate couldn't share. 

[tigerflame]

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虎 ,

What was worse than rainstorms and snow drifts? A blizzard.

Tigerflame had hardly slept the last few nights. The cold made her joints ache like never before, and she simply could not get used to sleeping with a makeshift roof over her head. She knew it was necessary, but it was so... unlike WindClan. She had tossed and turned, often deciding that she wouldn't be sleeping altogether. Stiff and uncomfortable, the elder would complain loudly about how uncomfortable the Clan was. Her friends coddled her, letting her sleep among the warmth of other warriors, even. But the tiger was not easily satisfied.

This morning she woke up to the commotion, wondering who dared disturb her after she managed to finally catch some sleep. To her horror, the camp was blanketed in a thick sheet of white snow. Groaning, she quickly noticed the commotion around Bitterntalon's den. Wide awake now, she clambered over the deep snow, screeching for her children. The younger few were quick to make an appearance. Kiwispots was the last to scramble out of where he had fallen asleep a bit too soundly.

Her headcount was still incomplete, and she determinedly headed back toward where the warriors slept to find her older children. In doing so, she incidentally spotted over a stray tuft of fur, sticking ominously out of the ground.

Her ear-piercing shriek could be heard all across the camp. The sound of a mother fearing for her son.

"Sycamoreroot! Help!" she knew it was no other. Suddenly, her paws seemed to no longer ache as she clawed away at the ground. Scarlet streaks soon stained the snow as she cared not for scraping her paw pads against the ice. Sycamoreroot's tail was the only part of him that could be seen; he had been buried. His makeshift den must have either collapsed on top of him... or he had been too careless to take adequate shelter before falling asleep. Part of Tigerflame already knew there was nothing to be done, but she refused to believe it.

"One of you useless things that call yourself warriors! Help me!" she shouted at the cats who had begun to wake up and mill around.

tigerflame , played by io

i could use a love song

@sycamoreroot birchberry Nightstar ♡ fawnheart ❤

[Turtlefang]

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[attr="class","ttlineone"]turtlefang

[attr="class","ttlinetwo"]moorrunner of windclan

[attr="class","ttbody"]Turtlefang had sought shelter in some of the makeshift dens. Her belly was starting to swell a bit more with the pregnancy, but not enough from keeping her stuck in camp all day. She would help Maplestorm with his exercises when needed but she was still taking trips out to the moors to hunt whenever she could. When she had come back last night, the snowfall had been heavy, heavy enough for everyone to retreat to makeshift dens. Turtlefang had curled up tightly in the night, offering her thick fur to anyone that would need it. She wasn't opposed to snuggling up with her clanmates if it meant keeping anyone warm.

As warriors woke and exited the makeshift dens, she could hear the commotion in the clearing. Lifting her head slightly, she yawned, looking around to see where Bullsong and Stormwhisper were before she exited to the clearing. The snow was tall, and it made Turtlefang sick to her stomach as she looked at everything that had piled up overnight. Her eyes immediately searched for the medicine den and she saw that there was already a small entrance in. She did not know of what had happened with Nightstar and as she heard Tigerflame screech, the silver molly turned to see what she was screaming about. The tail sticking out of the snow however, told Turtlefang everything she needed to know. She was trying to dig someone out. And by the sounds of it, it was Sycamoreroot.

Turtlefang made her way quickly over, slightly waddling as she did so. She looked towards Tigerflame and gave her a reassuring nod. "We will get him out," She told her as she started scooping snow off of the tom's body. She was honestly unsure if he was alive, but whether or not he was, she was going to help uncover him so that they could properly bury him if anything. Tigerflame would not lose her son to the snow if Turtlefang could help it.

[attr="class","ttnotes"]word count ● tigerflame ● Dig: 19

[attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + ADOX 2.0

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[tinyfox]

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狐 ,

Her paws felt frozen from digging. Normally, a tunneller, digging didn't really faze her, but the sharp ice and the biting cold made Tinyfox grimace.

...hope this was his first life...

She thought she heard something as she finally emerged from a tunnel under the camp and sprinted toward where cats were gathering. Orange fur dusted in snow, Tinyfox's energetic personality fitted her pelt as she streaked toward WindClan's leadership team for assignments. Nightstar was dying! Although Tinyfox's face was filled with horror and concern, underneath it all, she felt a bit of regret for not being there sooner. Death was a beautiful part of life, and to die nine times... oh if only she had been there to know what he was thinking! She wondered how easily it was for a life to slip away... if you had nine.

"W-will he be alright?" the charming, nervously molly anxiously asked Bitterntalon.

She stared at Nightstar's stone-cold body. Another screech erupted across the camp, and Tinyfox's ears turned toward the noise. Was that Tigerflame? What was that old coot yowling about?

"Let me help! We tunnellers are made for this!" she meowed insistently, steeling her resolve and putting her already-bloodied claws at the snow in front of Bitterntalon's den.

She didn't actually care about the herbs, but she acted like she did. There was no herb for frostbite, and in her mind, Tinyfox laughed a little at the thought that Bitterntalon could do little if their Clanmates died to the cold. She felt condescending toward the new medicine cat, though she would never let it show. He was an outsider with dirty, dirty blood. Hah. StarClan was foolish and blind. With a encouraging smile on her maw, she waved her tail to Bitterntalon as she uncovered the borage leaves in the collapsing den.

PARTIAL TELEPATHY: 10
ATTACK: 19 success

tinyfox , played by io

played my game, hell now you're in it

Nightstar ♡ Tawnyowl Bitterntalon❃

[birchberry]

Birchberry had been scouring the camp - hadn't he and his brother planned to sleep in one of the makeshift shelters together? He'd wanted to complain about his new betrothed, had he not? Why hadn't he ever come? His mother's cry broke into his thoughts and he was bounding to her side, horror filling his chest as he saw the tail peaking out of the snow.

"No, no, no," The tom cried out as he rushed to his mother's side. The chill that clung to his bones faded as he roughly pushed at the snow and ice, his moons of training as a tunneller fading away in the panic, "Sycamoreroot-"

His eyes shot up to Turtlefang who was aiding them, and somewhere in his panicked worry, he felt thankful. It was only momentary, however, as the tom quickly diverted his attention back to digging. He had to save his brother, he had to. StarClan, what had they done to deserve such punishment? He hissed as a sharp fragment of ice cut into his leg, but the Bengal tunneller made no sign of stopping.

to dig: 9 (fail)