Let it snow, let it snow | Midnightash

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————​

Snakeblink is not a particularly lucky cat; if anything he rather attracts misfortune. As such, Leafbare for him tends to be a season of--among other misfortunes--getting hit over the head by things falling from the sky: hail ice, snow dropped from shaking branches, even (one memorable time) half of a rabbit that a raptor bird flying overhead had let slip through its claws. That one was a sort of luck, he supposes, though it jarred his neck something fierce and left him somewhat paranoid for moons after.

So when he hears the tell-tale crackle of frozen bark above him, Snakeblink is wise and experienced enough to backpedal quickly before whatever it is can reach him. This early warning gives him a frontrow view of the great fall when it happens: a sharp snap, a dusting of frost, and then--with a mighty crash--Midnightash dropping straight from the branches and into the snowdrift gathered at the bottom of the trunk by the whistling wind.

A moment passes without any words. "Ah, Midnightash," he intones, so baffled he cannot summon any reaction at all: he sounds as mild as if she had stepped out of a den and into his path. "Did you… succeed?"

——————————————————————————————————— so god damn lonely
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    Snakeblink • he / him. 60 ☾, riverclan warrior
    — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
    — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo