The snow is falling again. Swarmswirl looks on to the gray sky and blinding horizon with disdain, ears flattened to her head. She supposes there are some merits to being deigned the caretaker of their lone child - she doesn't need to pretend that she can't be seen in a blizzard. Her dark-hued pelt could be plucked from this landscape even by a blind mole! Starlitpath must have no issue with this, given her dilute patterning. A slow glance to Moonlitkit, and the molly wonders if their son will have similar difficulties to her. Not to worry - come newleaf and greenleaf, he'll likely blend in more like she does. She hopes.
At least there's one fun thing with the snowfall: it's light, fluffy, and though cold... rather fun. Swarmswirl nudges her partner, who still has a bit of time in the day before he's torn away for another patrol. "What do you say about bringing Moonlitkit out into camp?" she asks, tilting her crown. "Maybe he'll catch a snowflake...!"
@starlitpath @MOONLITKIT
At least there's one fun thing with the snowfall: it's light, fluffy, and though cold... rather fun. Swarmswirl nudges her partner, who still has a bit of time in the day before he's torn away for another patrol. "What do you say about bringing Moonlitkit out into camp?" she asks, tilting her crown. "Maybe he'll catch a snowflake...!"
@starlitpath @MOONLITKIT