It was not often that Cindershade could delve into the peaceful darkness of sleep, especially not with freezing temperatures that nipped at her skin or the worry that plagued her mind. She often fell into a light slumber, her eyes closed but still felt as if she could see everything around her. Nothing seemed to sooth her into a RIM cycle where her dreams would come alive within her subconscious. Light filtered through the skeletal reeds of the warrior's den, but something was off. The light was too bright. Darkness now tinged with red as it lit behind her lids, causing them to immediately flutter open. Along the mouth of the den was near blinding, a fortress of snow piled by the entrance. She nearly leaped from her nest, her steps not as carefully placed as usual as she scrambled towards the entrance. Cindershade narrowed her gaze, lifting thick fore limbs off the ground and onto the powdered wall. It wasn't frozen, luckily. She quickly began to dig, jolts of electricity running up her limbs as her muscles went to work. The snow quickly gave in to her demands, falling away as she continued. Clumps of snow would fly from behind her, no doubt dusting the other warriors who resided in the den with her.
She was soon making progress, a small hole developing to see the outside. The sun shone through the hole as a gust of wintry air rushed through the new opening. With the sun being out, the snow had been melting already and therefore, giving under her weight easier. A voice was heard from outside, a familiar voice. Smokethroat? She barely could make out his words. Cindershade slips her head through the mouth of the hole, looking around for the familiar spotted tom. Where was he? Her gaze scanned the clearing, eyes blinking against the sudden brightness of the sun's rays. The bubbling streams could be heard that surrounded the camp, but this time they were—louder? Was she hearing things? Her eyes adjusted to the sudden light, now making out the clearing and how—sodden it was. Water reflected golden light through the sedge, the water lapping at the edges of camp. That wasn't normal. The snow was melting and adding excess water to the rivers, causing them to flood.
Cindershade pulled her shoulders through the hole she had made, her powerful hind legs pushing her forwards fiercely. For once, the shaded warrior was grateful for her short stature. She managed to squeeze through with some effort, emerging from the ivory blanket like a shadow. Smokethroat was heard again, this time much clearer along with a muffled voice who whom she assumed was Cicadastar. Were they snowed in as well? Snow dusted paws carried her forth, ignoring the stinging sensation of snow clumped between her toes. The ground this time did not have a frosted crust on it's surface, it was now soggy and muddy. The squelch underneath her paws as she walked made her inwardly cringe at the feeling.
As she headed for the Leader's burrow where Cicadastar and Smokethroat resided, she abruptly stopped at what she saw. Chartreuse eyes widened slightly, lips pursing at the sight that unfolded before her. Smokethroat had attempted to dig himself out as well. But, unlike her, his bigger frame seemed to be working against him. A giggle bubbled up in her chest immediately, threatening to push past her pursed lips as she stared at him. The spotted warrior sauntered over to the suspended tom, a silhouette of a smile twitching at the corners of her dark lips. "Uh—" Cindershade began, avoiding his fiery gaze as she investigated the snow wall. "Smokethroat—you uh, you seem to be—" A horrid snort finally burst from her, laughter following behind as she laughed uncontrollably at the very sight of him. It was puzzling to hear the usually stoic molly laugh, her statuesque features had now melted away as a toothy laugh broke through her mask. She really tried to remain neutral, but this—this was just too damn good. "I—I'm sorry. I can't—" Cindershade gasped in between, trying to speak but failing.
A few moments passed before her howling laughter died down and she was able to regain control of herself. "Whew. Ahem. Apologies—let's get you two out." She still couldn't help but smile, the muscles in her rounded face growing sore from the lack of use. Cindershade couldn't remember the last time she laughed that hard, if she ever had even. Her head swivels back towards the warriors den, "Hey! I need some help over here!" Her low voice raises, reverberating off the snow in the clearing as she called for assistance. "Let's get you out." The molly nods, briefly meeting his gaze before going to work.
[ SILENCE IS DEAFENING ]