SO BURY ME AS IT PLEASES YOU, LOVER
There's a reprieve in all their walking, Asphodelpaw may be upset about it but they're sure that their lungs are rejoicing over this fact. It's started to snow during their journey, they can't tell how good of a thing this could be but as long as no one is turned around it should be fine. Instead they focus on the joy they feel seeing the snowflakes fall, even if they start to grimace as it dampened their pelt. They were excited to be able to pester their littermates about the change in weather. They never asked if Ponypaw or Bumblepaw enjoyed the snow themselves but when they were kits it always seemed exciting to play with. In the face of the stress involved with moving homes like this... Isn't a revisit to old memories something to look forward to?
"Ponypaw!" They call out in a chipper tone as they part from their mentor, bouncing up to the apprentice. "Make snowballs with me? Please?" They plead, trying to make their eyes as big as possible to her as if that would help their cause at all. The seal point takes the initiative to try and scrunch up as much of the fresh snow as they can, it's a difficult task since their paws can only do so much. They didn't have much opportunity to try as a kit either, since they were kept in the medicine cat den for a large chunk of their kit hood. In a way they suppose it made the snow feel more novel, with a swish of their they present the misshapen lump of snow to the she-cat.
"I bet the next piece of prey I find that you can't make a better one" not that they can actually bet prey, since it's for the clan rather than them... It's the thought that counts.
"Ponypaw!" They call out in a chipper tone as they part from their mentor, bouncing up to the apprentice. "Make snowballs with me? Please?" They plead, trying to make their eyes as big as possible to her as if that would help their cause at all. The seal point takes the initiative to try and scrunch up as much of the fresh snow as they can, it's a difficult task since their paws can only do so much. They didn't have much opportunity to try as a kit either, since they were kept in the medicine cat den for a large chunk of their kit hood. In a way they suppose it made the snow feel more novel, with a swish of their they present the misshapen lump of snow to the she-cat.
"I bet the next piece of prey I find that you can't make a better one" not that they can actually bet prey, since it's for the clan rather than them... It's the thought that counts.

