Snow is...well, Smokykit would describe it as unlike anything she'd ever seen, but that wouldn't exactly be true; the frost that had once littered the ground is remarkably similar, all things considered. The freezing crunch underpaw is more than enough to cement that comparison, though she supposes the snow is a little much in a way that the frost wasn't — much more of a nuisance, that is. At least the frost was confined to a freezing layer, while the snow that falls from the sky continues to pile up, and up, and up, until it threatens to drown out the whole world in a sea of white. It had been a little enchanting at first, watching the flakes fall from the sky for the first time, but when the cold had encroached upon her playtime outside the nursery, Smokykit quickly grew to hold the snow in disdain, sticking her tongue out in protest as if it could freeze the fat flakes in place. There was no enchantment in staying stuck in the nursery, in watching her regular play areas sink beneath white drifts, and even when they were allowed to romp about outside, the snow sent her and her littermates scrambling away for warmth much quicker than the frost ever had.
Whiskers twitching from the cold air at the entrance of the nursery, Smokykit sits poised, watching as activity continues even in spite of the dreary weather. When the frost had come, it had hardly retreated, but this was something else entirely; the freezing winds kept blowing more and more snow, unrelenting even when the frost had melted away for a day, and if she had more of a mind to worry, she might worry this snow would continue forever. Or, perhaps the snow would give way to something even worse — that was what had happened with the frost, right? The thought makes her nose scrunch, stony expression darkening further. What could be worse than all the snow, she wonders? Ice failing from the sky, maybe? Snow was certainly better than ice, that much she was certain of. Maybe it would just be snow but bigger, colder, and worse, like how the snow now was in comparison to the frost. None of those options sounded any good to her, not when all she wanted was to be able to run around outside freely again.
How could any of the warriors even stand it, anyway? There must be snow outside of camp, too, and they all kept going outside to hunt and stuff even though their paws must be freezing! Though, maybe that was what being a warrior was all about — doing the hard stuff, the things that aren't any fun. Unless you made them fun, she supposes, gaze trailing over a few stray cats lingering about camp, attempting to clear out some of the piled snow. Sure, it was probably cold, but the way they scooped and shoved the snow into drifts, clearing out the center of camp...well, it did look kind of fun. Admittedly, they've already done most of the work, what with camp being cleared enough to maneuver about in, but that just meant it was the perfect time for her to swoop in and help out, right?
Whether her siblings would follow or not, Smokykit slips out, fur standing on edge along her back at the sudden sensation of packed snow under her paws, and after making sure Ashenfall didn't immediately sweep her back in, she darts towards one of the closer snowdrifts. It's practically a dance, the way she tries to avoid keeping any one of her paws from touching the ground for too long, and yet it's one she gives up quickly as she begins her self-imposed task. Neither calculated nor collected are her actions, only haphazard shoves and pushes, and the whole thing is a messy affair as she tries to kick up some of the snow underfoot and pack it in a little bit more out of the way. For her first time at shoveling snow, Smokykit's pretty proud of her efforts — and efforts they are, even if not the most efficient. She's not making anything worse, at the very least, even if her piles aren't quite so tightly-packed and are still littered with tiny pawprints.
Somewhere along the way, she starts to lose the plot, and the snow spends less time being shoveled and more time being decorated with imprints and serenaded with giggles, though every now and then she still remembers to shove a little more aside. At least she's making a little progress at widening the area just beyond the nursery — just, very, very slowly. Engrossed in carving out crude figures in the snow, Smokykit doesn't hear the approach of someone else until they're almost upon her, jumping in surprise. Quick to recover, she offers a beaming grin, and sweeps a smoky-clad paw towards the work she'd done in the last few minutes. "Look! I'm helping!" she announces eagerly, chest puffing out in pride. A small trail has been carved in her wake, snow pressed up into the drifts that line the edges of camp, and though she'll surely have to head back inside the nursery soon, in this moment Smokykit is all bright eyes, pricked ears, and boundless enthusiasm even in the face of the cold.
Whiskers twitching from the cold air at the entrance of the nursery, Smokykit sits poised, watching as activity continues even in spite of the dreary weather. When the frost had come, it had hardly retreated, but this was something else entirely; the freezing winds kept blowing more and more snow, unrelenting even when the frost had melted away for a day, and if she had more of a mind to worry, she might worry this snow would continue forever. Or, perhaps the snow would give way to something even worse — that was what had happened with the frost, right? The thought makes her nose scrunch, stony expression darkening further. What could be worse than all the snow, she wonders? Ice failing from the sky, maybe? Snow was certainly better than ice, that much she was certain of. Maybe it would just be snow but bigger, colder, and worse, like how the snow now was in comparison to the frost. None of those options sounded any good to her, not when all she wanted was to be able to run around outside freely again.
How could any of the warriors even stand it, anyway? There must be snow outside of camp, too, and they all kept going outside to hunt and stuff even though their paws must be freezing! Though, maybe that was what being a warrior was all about — doing the hard stuff, the things that aren't any fun. Unless you made them fun, she supposes, gaze trailing over a few stray cats lingering about camp, attempting to clear out some of the piled snow. Sure, it was probably cold, but the way they scooped and shoved the snow into drifts, clearing out the center of camp...well, it did look kind of fun. Admittedly, they've already done most of the work, what with camp being cleared enough to maneuver about in, but that just meant it was the perfect time for her to swoop in and help out, right?
Whether her siblings would follow or not, Smokykit slips out, fur standing on edge along her back at the sudden sensation of packed snow under her paws, and after making sure Ashenfall didn't immediately sweep her back in, she darts towards one of the closer snowdrifts. It's practically a dance, the way she tries to avoid keeping any one of her paws from touching the ground for too long, and yet it's one she gives up quickly as she begins her self-imposed task. Neither calculated nor collected are her actions, only haphazard shoves and pushes, and the whole thing is a messy affair as she tries to kick up some of the snow underfoot and pack it in a little bit more out of the way. For her first time at shoveling snow, Smokykit's pretty proud of her efforts — and efforts they are, even if not the most efficient. She's not making anything worse, at the very least, even if her piles aren't quite so tightly-packed and are still littered with tiny pawprints.
Somewhere along the way, she starts to lose the plot, and the snow spends less time being shoveled and more time being decorated with imprints and serenaded with giggles, though every now and then she still remembers to shove a little more aside. At least she's making a little progress at widening the area just beyond the nursery — just, very, very slowly. Engrossed in carving out crude figures in the snow, Smokykit doesn't hear the approach of someone else until they're almost upon her, jumping in surprise. Quick to recover, she offers a beaming grin, and sweeps a smoky-clad paw towards the work she'd done in the last few minutes. "Look! I'm helping!" she announces eagerly, chest puffing out in pride. A small trail has been carved in her wake, snow pressed up into the drifts that line the edges of camp, and though she'll surely have to head back inside the nursery soon, in this moment Smokykit is all bright eyes, pricked ears, and boundless enthusiasm even in the face of the cold.
THE RADIO PLAYS A FAMILIAR SONG
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AND YOU ARE LOVED, YOU ARE LOVED
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SMOKYKIT —. She/her, kit of ShadowClan
— .Flintwish x Ashenfall, littermate to Promisekit, Tinykit, & Mercykit
— . 2 moons old, ages on the 1st
— .An ill-proportioned, smoky molly with bright amber eyes and an exceedingly curly, tangled pelt.
— .Enthusiastic and vibrant, easily distracted, prideful & caring - friendly within reason
— .Peaceful & healing powerplay permitted - brushing up against her, shoulder bumps, etc.
— .Penned by Hijinks - feel free to DM me on Discord to plot! ^^
