The snow had begun in the quiet hours before dawn. A soundless onslaught which Blizzardblaze only became privy to when he awoke shortly after the weak winter sun began to creep above the horizon. Muzzily, the warrior's pale eyes drifted open and he blinked a few times as the various sensory realities settled in: he was curled tightly in his nest, which was thick and comfortable, well-constructed and tended by his own paws. Around him, his Clanmates were in various stages of wakefulness as ThunderClan's day slowly began. The air was cold and carried a crisp, unmistakable scent: snow! Moving carefully so as not to tread upon any of his fellow warriors, Blizzardblaze stretched luxuriously, first arching his back and then extending each leg in turn. Then he trotted gamely out into the swirling vortex of snow which had descended upon the ravine they all called home. The flakes were small and determined, coursing relentlessly from a sky almost completely uniform in color, and rapidly accumulating. "Looks like it's here to stay." The small bicolor tom murmured, mostly to himself, settling onto his haunches and staring thoughtfully out at nothing.
It wasn't quite the type of storm he had been named after - no whiteout conditions to be found here - but it wasn't nothing, either. The snow flurries of late leaf-fall had passed on in favor of a real leaf-bare snowfall, and though there were plenty of disadvantages inherent in accumulated snow about, Blizzardblaze couldn't deny that there was something pleasurable in it, too. Snow softened the world even as it made it more difficult to survive in, and the way it settled upon the trees and drifted through the undergrowth was nothing short of beautiful. For a few moments he was content to simply sit and appreciate the scenery, as snowflakes settled upon his two-toned coat: stark against his black patches and almost invisible on his white ones.
It wasn't quite the type of storm he had been named after - no whiteout conditions to be found here - but it wasn't nothing, either. The snow flurries of late leaf-fall had passed on in favor of a real leaf-bare snowfall, and though there were plenty of disadvantages inherent in accumulated snow about, Blizzardblaze couldn't deny that there was something pleasurable in it, too. Snow softened the world even as it made it more difficult to survive in, and the way it settled upon the trees and drifted through the undergrowth was nothing short of beautiful. For a few moments he was content to simply sit and appreciate the scenery, as snowflakes settled upon his two-toned coat: stark against his black patches and almost invisible on his white ones.
