Territory WALKING IN A WINTER WONDERLAND 𓇼 snow

[frigidsnap]

Overhead, the clouds are grey and heavy, and Frigidsnap can only pray that this patrol would return to camp before the clouds part to reveal one of three things: rain, hail or snow. She knows its getting to that time in the year where things start freezing over, she just hopes it isn't her thats doing the freezing... And unfortunately for her, with her brother and his apprentice in tow, it seems her bad luck strikes again. Her neck cranes upwards, face facing the sky just to check real quick... And then she winces when something cold lands right in to her eyes. All around them, snow begins to cascade in a heavy blanket, and shes acutely aware of how quiet the landscape seems around all of them. Her breath continues to billow out and upwards, and ears swivel back in displeasure. At least it wasn't hail, but she thinks she'd rather deal with rain at this rate.

"Of course." she puffs out. They're close enough to camp, now, that she can just see it in the distance... But the question of how much longer will it be visible remains. "Hopefully it doesn't stick." she grumbles beneath her breath, shooting a glance back at the patrol, trying to gauge their reaction to the oncoming flurries. A shiver rolls down her spine, and annoyance reaches its peak when she has to shake like a hound to rid the building snow clinging to her pelt.

ENJOY THE MOONRISE ♡ AND LET IT DESTROY US

• ( tagging @Frostmoth & @lavenderpaw but no need to wait!! its fawking snowing babey )
  
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  FRIGIDSNAP ♡
  
  ( warrior of riverclan )​
  ❥ tall black smoke with icy blue eyes
  ❥ sibling to frostmoth & stormswirl
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed but may not be entirely welcomed
  ❥ penned by chuff, tags
  
  "speech"

 

[Frostmoth]

A cold wind rushes over the RiverClan patrol. Despite Frostmoth's thick plumage, the cold seems to seep through his coat to the skin. The tomcat cannot suppress a shiver as his gaze tips skyward. The canopies overhead brush and rustle as the wind continues. He shares the dread with Frigidsnap that there might be cold precipitation incoming. His steps speed up without much forward thought into the movement. A subconscious haste toward warmth and shelter.

Not fast enough.

Frostmoth huffs as snowfall begins. It falls thickly, tumbling to the forest floor in clumps. Be barely registers that snow has landed in Frigidsnap's eye, but he does see her wince out of the corner of his eye. Her displeasure is shared. The deputy lets out a sigh, his breath clouding out of his nose and mouth. "Let's hurry back," he murmurs, trying to keep the eagerness out of his voice, though he is betrayed by the quickness of his pawsteps. "Careful," he cautions his sister as she shakes like a dog, amusement edging his voice "You might slip in the slush."

OH, MY GOD ★ MAKE ME IN YOUR IMAGE

• "SPEECH"
• ★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 25 moons
  — penned by carat, feel free to ping or dm for plots!
  — longhair black and white bicolor with blue eyes
  — peaceful powerplay ok! all interactions ok!
  
• penned by carat!

 

[Silverspirit Silverspirit]

Lost in thought, the snow begun before Silverspirit even had a chance to realize it was impending. The patrol's trek home had been so uneventful that the striped warrior had wandered off into a meditative place somewhere deep in his head, lulled by the steady rhythm of pawsteps. But Frigidsnap's irritation flared and snagged on Silverspirit's attention, and he blinked his clear green eyes a few times as snowflakes fell and dusted his short, glossy coat. "Mm." The silver tabby made a noncommittal noise as Frostmoth encouraged them onward, cautioning his pelt-shaking his sister against slipping. It was unfortunate, the snow, making life more difficult and chilling him to his bones. But it was also beautiful, he couldn't deny that. At least there's something to appreciate in it.

Silverspirit accelerated slightly to keep pace with the deputy and the rest of the patrol, doing his best to avoid shivering. The cold was biting, and the damp flakes that came to rest on his body only made it worse. He found himself feeling rather jealous of Frostmoth's thick coat, though it was surely miserable at the height of greenleaf. "You both have names appropriate for the weather." Silverspirit noted after a few moments' silence. With dry humor, he inquired, "Does it make the cold easier to bear if you're named for it?"

 

[lavenderspring]

Lavenderpaw remembers remnants of snow - the last bits of it, at best, as it melted downstream. She knows she was alive when it occurred last, but that had been when she was new, eyes closed and ears folded. As the sky drifts a pale, powdery blanket on them, she finds herself displeased, and then slowly within the realization that with the turn of the season... she will be a warrior.

... Well, just so long as Frostmoth doesn't mess up her assessment. Or this snow, in that case. While not often a fretful cat, the molly suddenly wonders how she's supposed to showcase her fishing or swimming skills when the water is so frigid - or her combat prowess when the ground is so slippery, and Frostmoth almost entirely disappears into it? Maybe an extra moon is unavoidable, and perhaps that's for the better, even if she'd rather not wait around for her freedom.

She leaps forward in simple bounds, aiming for the empty spaces left behind by the warriors. Silverspirit's humor earns a half chuff from the apprentice, finally pulling her from her mind enough for her to say, "Do you think StarClan will find you with gilded paws, Silverspirit?"

 

[CHITTERHUSK]

You let the snow settle on your whiskers for a heartbeat before you flick your head, sending it flying off of you. The cold doesn't surprise you so much as it irritates quietly and persistently, seeping through fur and into the joints the way riverwater does when you stay in too long. Your paws press into the ground with careful precision, feeling where frost has already begun to slick the earth. Slush can be dangerous. You know that. You have slipped before, though thankfully never too badly. You cast your gaze upwards cautiously; the sky hangs low and heavy. You keep one eye on it even as the patrol moves on. Snow muffles everything. The forest feels smaller under it, as if the world has leaned closer to listen. You breathe out and watch the cloud of it drift away, thin and fast in the wind.

Frigidsnap's irritation crackles ahead of you, sharp as ice. Frostmoth urges them onward, and you huff softly through your nose at that—of course he does. You don't blame him. Warmth is a powerful motivator. Still, haste makes fools of steady cats, and you shorten your stride just a little, making sure your steps stay sure even as the ground begins to tuck itself beneath a blanket of white. Silverspirit's dry remark earns a faint twitch of your ear. Humor has its place, and so you file it away with a quiet snort. Your gaze drifts briefly to Lavenderpaw as she bounds forward, light and restless, trying to step where the rest of you have already broken the snow. There's energy there, and nerves too—you can smell it on her, sharp as frost. You remember that feeling.

"Watch your footing," you say at last, voice low but carrying easily through the hush. It isn't a scold, just a warning offered like a steadying shoulder. Your eyes return to the faint outline of the world ahead, half-swallowed by the falling white. Snow gathers along your spine, cold but clean, and you let it. Everything moves on, melts down, changes shape. It will be gone before long.