It should be sunhigh by now, but it's hard for anybody to tell. A thick blanket of gray clouds have been blocking out the sky all day. Howling Wind sits in the center of camp, speaking with one of the clan's warriors about their dawn patrol when finally, the clouds seem to plummet themselves. Soft, white flakes sprinkle down towards the ground, one landing on the tabby's ear. She twitches it, and keeps speaking. Another lands on her nose, finally causing her to pause. Blinking, her eyes cross to stare at the quickly-melting snowflake before she casts her gaze towards the sky.
"Leaf-bare's here," She murmurs, first a frown pulling at her lips. She can hear kits giggling as they stare in wonder at the falling snow; it's their first time seeing it, after all. And yes, it's magical! It's beautiful and alluring and dazzling. But a seasoned warrior like Howling Wind can't look at the snow and see beauty. No, she sees the snow, and she knows the cold season is here. ThunderClan will struggle. But, for the sake of the youth, for her grandkids who will no doubt be excited about this experience, she smiles. At least for a little while she can enjoy the magic.
"Leaf-bare's here," She murmurs, first a frown pulling at her lips. She can hear kits giggling as they stare in wonder at the falling snow; it's their first time seeing it, after all. And yes, it's magical! It's beautiful and alluring and dazzling. But a seasoned warrior like Howling Wind can't look at the snow and see beauty. No, she sees the snow, and she knows the cold season is here. ThunderClan will struggle. But, for the sake of the youth, for her grandkids who will no doubt be excited about this experience, she smiles. At least for a little while she can enjoy the magic.