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?"