- Sep 5, 2023
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Downyfur squints at the dim sky. Fat snowflakes are beginning to drift from its heavy, gray belly, spattering the dried grass and their little patrol's coats. They glance up at their companion, concern digging harsh furrows into their soft face. "It's snowing," she remarks. The little tunneler watches the wind tousle Wildwhistle's fur, silvery strands lashing around verdant eyes like a forest caught in the eye of a hurricane. The wind's really picking up. They must look just as disheveled, or rapidly becoming so.
Downyfur carefully holds her sigh in. She'd hoped to find some prey out here, and barring that some nesting materials for Bluefrost and Thriftfeather, but the snow would bury all of it at the rate it's falling. "We should find shelter." They close their eyes, tracing the tunnel paths through their mind, but quickly open them upon remembering they're not in the tunnels. "We were heading towards RiverClan, right? The old badger sett should be around here..." She glances around, squinting through the falling snow. "Um, and if we can't find it, I can try and find a big enough tunnel for you," they think aloud, momentarily oblivious to any discomfort the taller cat might have.
@WILDWHISTLE
Downyfur carefully holds her sigh in. She'd hoped to find some prey out here, and barring that some nesting materials for Bluefrost and Thriftfeather, but the snow would bury all of it at the rate it's falling. "We should find shelter." They close their eyes, tracing the tunnel paths through their mind, but quickly open them upon remembering they're not in the tunnels. "We were heading towards RiverClan, right? The old badger sett should be around here..." She glances around, squinting through the falling snow. "Um, and if we can't find it, I can try and find a big enough tunnel for you," they think aloud, momentarily oblivious to any discomfort the taller cat might have.
@WILDWHISTLE