Private The Farm the days come and go, ill wait through sun and snow

[Meadowpaw]

She had spent most of leafbare chiseling away—hollowing out a sturdy snow fort, its walls smoothed to perfection, reinforced from the inside with sticks to withstand whatever the weather or any unaware cats who might come crashing through. Her paws were stiff with cold, and her nose stuffy, but it was worth it.

Now all that was left was to share it with someone else.

Poking her head out from behind the frosty wall, smirking as she spots her target. With a practiced paw, Meadow scooped a fresh mound of snow, rolling it under her pad until it was just right, firm but not too heavy. She narrowed her eyes, measuring the distance, then flung it with a flick of her paw.

Thump!

The snowball struck, bursting into a fine spray of powder against the tortoiseshell tom's side. Meadow smiled coyly as he snapped his head around, sticking out her tongue. Then, she whirled around, her mottled tail flashing behind her before she vanished into what, from the outside, looked like nothing more than a lumpy pile of snow.

But inside, down a narrow tunneled entrance, Meadow waited. The inside was cozy but not cramped. The walls devoted slightly, lined with her treasures, little things she had found—smooth pebbles, chicken feathers and wilted flowers.

__________There's a place where all the stories begin ✿ Begin with you and me___________

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  @Sparrowpaw
  

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• Meadow she/her & barncat
  ✿ Black and red tortoiseshell w/ high white and green eyes.
  ✿ 6 moons
  ✿ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  ✿ Fur smells floral and mildly sweet.
  
  
  penned by Scarlet​

 

[Sparrowpaw]

———————————— The sun hesitates more on each evening's darkening ✦

Sparrow looked forward to the snow melting; he'd been subject to the paw-freezing stuff far too much in his padding through the barnyard. Their thicker coat made dealing with the cold easier, but it didn't mean they enjoyed it. Paw-deep in the snow, Sparrow was more than ready to head for a nap rather than brave the cold, only to be surprised with the feeling of something cold explode against their pelt, yelping in surprise. Looking to his side, fur now sprinkled in... Snow? He looked up, puzzled, only to see Meadow triumphantly sticking her tongue out. Sparrow didn't even get the chance to call out to the other before she slipped beneath the snow-

'Wait... What?' He blinked, confused. Planting his feet momentarily, they shook off the powdered snow that clung to his pelt. While their paws began to numb slightly from thee cold, they continued towards wherever Meadow had vanished. At first, it just looked like a weird, snowy lump. "Meadow? Where'd ya go?" They called out, their breath a plume before their face. Clambering over the lump, they nearly stumbled into a hole they didn't see at first.

Peering in, the tom was amazed. "Woah..." They breathed, eyes glittering. "Ya' built this all by yerself?" He questioned. Meadow was slightly smaller than they were, but it was still spacious enough for both of them to hang out in the icey-white walled room Meadow had clearly painstakingly put together. His eyes scanned the walls, little treastures and trinkets indented in the snow, he sniffed at one of wilted flowers. "Heather." He purred, smiling at Meadow. "I mean, throwin' snow at me was one way to show me this place I suppose. But all this really is a feat y'know. Should be proud of yerself, ain't easy to dig in the snow all leafbare."

——— Like grief and sweet memory,

Wildflower and barley. ———

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  Sparrow(paw)
  ✦—Barncat -> Future Skyclan Apprentice
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A longhaired tortoiseshell with amber eyes and protruding canines.
  #bf4916

 

[Meadowpaw]

Shaking off all those heavy chains
Now I will find my own way

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The heavy crunch of paw steps told Meadow that Sparrow had followed. A satisfied flick of her tail accompanied her grin as she planted herself near the entrance.

Meadow watched as he took everything in. The awe on his face made a smile spread across her face. "Mmmhmm! Cozy, right? Bit warmer too—or maybe it's just so cold outside that anything feels warmer," She laughed softly.

With an energetic swish of her tail, she padded over to her little shelves of keepsakes. "Thats right. I picked a whole bunch when it was still warm and hung 'em up in the rafters. Got all dry, but they still smell nice," The farm always felt dreary without the splash of color that flowers made. Some, like hellebores, poked stubbornly through the frost at the tail end of the leafbare.

"Once it warms up, I wanna pick a whole bunch of different flowers and do the same. Then I'll have whatever kind I want in any season." She traced a paw along the wall absentmindedly, dislodging a bit of powder. Meadow figured all the snow would be melted by then...

A small frown tugged at her lips. Mama didn't like her cluttering the barn with 'junk', so she'd have to find somewhere else to store her flowers. That was a problem she would deal with later.

Turning her attention back to Sparrow, she smirked, a soft purr crackling in her chest. "Worked, didn't it?" It felt good—to have someone admire something she had worked so hard on, to be praised instead of scolded. It made all the little struggles worth it—all the times she had been buried under an avalanche of her own making, or when cold clumps had smacked her in the face.

"Thought I might show Chick too when he feels up to it," Meadow was sure he would like to see it too. Maybe it could be a place to meet that was out of her mama's reach... at least until the thaw.


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[Sparrowpaw]

———————————— The sun hesitates more on each evening's darkening ✦

Even for the walls built with packed snow, Meadow was right; the little den was a comfortable temperature. Something Sparrow longed for again, even if it was the slightest respite from the bite of the cold, it was welcome. Though the chill of the snow nipped at his legs, the tom opted to sit for the moment, tucking his paws beneath themself to warm them for a short while. They took another deep breath, the faintest floral whisper in the air allowed him for - just a moment - to picture the coming season. The melting of the snow gave life to the flowers and plants, a new beginning.

"Y'know." Sparrow began, eye falling back to his dear friend with a hum. "If you wanna, I can come with to fetch ya' some flowers once they're bloomin' again.". His eyes flickered to the dulled petals that, even in their state of decay, brought a liveliness to what would otherwise be a hollow, white den. Though the care put into this place and the pride in Meadow's voice was enough alone to light up the room. "Gives ya' a way to get out a lil' more always from..." The tom bit their tongue for a moment, being selective with their words. "...the same ol' humdrum. Y'know. 'nd I can teach ya' some of the names. I don't know every plant 'nd herb there is, but I'm pretty good! I think...".

They were quick to change that subject, Meadow's Mama was something else, the tom could say as much. They made sure to be as polite and respectful as possible to her face, but in reality, they tried their damnest to be some kind of outlet for their friend since she always found ways to put down and dampen her excitement. Sparrow was gonna be damn sure that light never flickered out cause of some mean-hearted molly couldn't bare to see her own daughter happy. Or that's how the tom always saw it.

Though he was quick to break out of his own thoughts, as Meadow continued on, mentioning Chick. At that, Sparrow lit up in kind. "I think Chick would be mighty proud of ya' work here too; we can go lookin' for him later if you'd like? Best remind him not to go babblin' to every last cat 'bout here, though; it'll get cramped mighty fast if we let too many folks in here.". The three would fit, he supposed, a squeeze perhaps, but the proximity to their dear friends wouldn't be unwelcome while snow and frost still coated the farmlands.

——— Like grief and sweet memory,

Wildflower and barley. ———

• 
  Sparrow(paw)
  ✦—Barncat -> Future Skyclan Apprentice
  ✦—They/He
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A longhaired tortoiseshell with amber eyes and protruding canines.
  #bf4916