- Jan 2, 2023
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( ｡ﾟ❁ུ۪ °ₒ ) What had been a light sprinkle had quickly spiraled into a sheet of seemingly solid white, and it had raged for days on end, cooping Petalkit up until she was just about ready to bite the head off the next person who breathed too close to her.
The morning was cold when the pale molly began to stir- colder than it had ever been in the nursery. She wanted to snuggle for a little longer into her nest, but when her eyes fluttered open and slid towards the entrance of the nursery, she could just barely see past the heaps of snow- but the snowing had ceased.
She was up in a heartbeat, sizing up the solid tail length of snow that blocked her path to the outside.
A groggy queen muttered a half-minded warning that Petalkit would not heed, she was bigger than the other kits-stronger she’d even bet, and snow was just glorified powder.
She dove head first into the snow with her forepaws outstretched for maximum digging power and she began her journey.
She found digging similar to swimming, but more claustrophobic. The hollow snow created and icy blue tint that Petalkit might have stopped to admire if the cold hadn’t begun to seep through her pelt, burning delicate skin with its freezing temperature.
She scrambled upwards, shaking snow from her head when she was finally able to poke her head through.
To her horror, the snow only seemed to get worse throughout camp, it’s blanketed… everything.
She shivered against the frosty feeling pressed against her skin, but her limbs burned against the strain of her digging.
She turns, aiming to burrow herself once more back towards the nursery, but her forepaw wouldn’t budge, weighed down by an almost overwhelming amount of snow.
Uh oh…
Concerned furrowed at her brows for only a moment before she relaxed her expression, reminding herself not to panic.
She shuffles around in the snow, but her limbs don’t budge, and the burning of the snow intensifies.
Crap.
"Speech."
( KEEP ABOUT YOUR WITS ; KNOW YOURSELF AND WHO YOU CAME IN WITH )The morning was cold when the pale molly began to stir- colder than it had ever been in the nursery. She wanted to snuggle for a little longer into her nest, but when her eyes fluttered open and slid towards the entrance of the nursery, she could just barely see past the heaps of snow- but the snowing had ceased.
She was up in a heartbeat, sizing up the solid tail length of snow that blocked her path to the outside.
A groggy queen muttered a half-minded warning that Petalkit would not heed, she was bigger than the other kits-stronger she’d even bet, and snow was just glorified powder.
She dove head first into the snow with her forepaws outstretched for maximum digging power and she began her journey.
She found digging similar to swimming, but more claustrophobic. The hollow snow created and icy blue tint that Petalkit might have stopped to admire if the cold hadn’t begun to seep through her pelt, burning delicate skin with its freezing temperature.
She scrambled upwards, shaking snow from her head when she was finally able to poke her head through.
To her horror, the snow only seemed to get worse throughout camp, it’s blanketed… everything.
She shivered against the frosty feeling pressed against her skin, but her limbs burned against the strain of her digging.
She turns, aiming to burrow herself once more back towards the nursery, but her forepaw wouldn’t budge, weighed down by an almost overwhelming amount of snow.
Uh oh…
Concerned furrowed at her brows for only a moment before she relaxed her expression, reminding herself not to panic.
She shuffles around in the snow, but her limbs don’t budge, and the burning of the snow intensifies.
Crap.
"Speech."
