frozen flowers - itwrp solo rp

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Daffodilshine - male he/him - 47 - WindClan TW: depression, death, endless winter, hopelessness > The cold air of leaf-bare swept along the moors, clawing at the dead folliage and chasing dry leaves into the air. Snow fell thick, entombing the once-green grass in an icy grave. The ground was fortified with veins of ice, until it was stone hard. It was sunhigh; though it couldn’t be told, for the clouds and the snow chilled the sky to a lifeless, pale-gray nullity that did nothing but watch on in silence as it smothered the Clans in an endless deluge of gruesome cold. > Daffodilshine stepped out of the icy sepulchure of the warriors den. He was frozen and frail, a brittle stalk. He did not turn his stinging eyes across the camp to see his Clanmates huddling against each other, dreaming of a warmer time. He did not stop to groom himself, to lick his frozen tufts of fur, to labor in vain to cleanse his wretched, deathly cold form. WindClan could already see, peer through his clear, icy skin and see he had nothing to offer underneath his mask of adequacy. He was an empty, algid thing; a frozen flower, saved from wilting but never to bloom. > Outside of camp was just as bad. The freezing wind blew across the landscape, singing an icy, hungry howl. Daffodilshine had begun to forget his own hunger. The cold, he thought, had reached so deep inside of him that his stomach was numb. Sometimes, Daffodilshine thought he was completely frozen, and if the world ever thawed, he would merely melt and wither away. At this point, Daffodilshine had given up on hunting. He turned his frozen paws to the RiverClan border. He was weak and dizzy. > The river was frozen. At the bottom of the gorge lay a path of snow. Daffodilshine walked along it, stopping briefly as he was hit with a rush of vertigo. The wind blew harder, and Daffodilshine shivered. > As he walked along, he saw the waterfall too was frozen. The constant babble of the stream had been replaced with a mass of silent icicles. As he looked at the crystallized flow of water, he was sure he would never see the flowers of new-leaf again, for time itself had frozen. At this thought he felt himself grow even colder, and even more empty. The icy wind slashed against him, and he stumbled dizzily. The air was thick with snow. Dafodilshine froze in fear. > “This is it,” he thought as he stood unmoving, “I have frozen through.” He was caught in this eternal, frosted moment. He was sure that the entire forest, too, would be preserved, intombed in ice. And when the thaw finally came, there would be no-one to see it, for all the creatures would rot away like cold, wet blossoms. The world was a freezing fog. In horror, he realized the icy oblivion which had consumed the heavens now descended to swallow the earth. > He was an empty, algid thing, nothing more than frozen fur and wide eyes. As the snowy void above lashed its claws of wind against the earth again, Daffodilshine was blown off the cliff like a dead leaf. He felt like a dizzy snowflake, as though he was spinning violently through the air. He clawed at the white nothingness around him. He tried to right himself, but through his cold weakness, lack of visibility, and starvation-fueled vertigo, he was unable. As he fell, he wondered if the stars still shone behind that pale oblivion of winter, or whether everything had frozen through. > In a different scenario, Daffodilshine might have survived. The snow, which may had broken his fall, had been cleared away by a few hungry RiverClan cats earlier that day so they could claw at the fish underneath in desperation. Because of this there was a patch of exposed ice, and Daffodilshine, having failed to maneuver his legs underneath him to absorb the force of his fall, hit this patch of ice directly on his side. The weight of his thin body was not enough to crack the frigid surface beneath, so he lay cold and lifeless upon the ice. > A frozen flower, caught in a moment and never to bloom.