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She sneezes and though it was probably from dust it reminds her of what was to come. She'd survived this plague, was almost fully back to health proper, but leafbare was just around the corner and with it the chill she had despised since she'd grown old enough to voice her complaints and voice them she had. Mintshade hates the cold, she despises it more than she does the heat because while the sun could bake her dark fur with ease the cold was much more deadly and obnoxious because solving the issue of being too cold meant she needed to share warmth. Before it was easy, she'd stolen her sisters body heat and picked a spot between them to settle, but now Sootstar slept in a den that she once shared with Weaselclaw and Bluepool didn't humor her neediness as much as she once did. The dark molly huffs, staring out across the camp with a frown on her maw and her body slumped across the nest and languishing away. Perhaps the solution would be to bully a clanmate into resting with her at least until she was warm again and she begins to swiftly scan each cat as a promising victim.
She spots his russet spotted form as it passes by easily, Sunstride stood out against the moorland with his bright and warm colors. Such warm colors. Such a lucious coat too, she'd kill for that kind of comfort right now but maybe she didn't have to kill. Maybe she could just ask 'politely'.
"Nnnnghhhh-SUNNY! Come lay with me, I want to steal your fur-I mean borrow your pelt-I mean...I'm cold. I'm cold and I have short fur and if I'm not given what I want I will complain and Wolfsong will have to put up with it."
She stretches across the nest, long limbs fully extended and the claw of each toe popping out, it was a testament to how much better she felt that she could be her usual invasive and bold self and his being deputy had not really changed their dynamic.
"PUH-LEASSSEEEEEE!" Mintshade rolled, now on her back arching it and flailing her paws in the air above her as if mimicing a spider in its death throes preparing to curl its slender limbs in tight.
She sneezes and though it was probably from dust it reminds her of what was to come. She'd survived this plague, was almost fully back to health proper, but leafbare was just around the corner and with it the chill she had despised since she'd grown old enough to voice her complaints and voice them she had. Mintshade hates the cold, she despises it more than she does the heat because while the sun could bake her dark fur with ease the cold was much more deadly and obnoxious because solving the issue of being too cold meant she needed to share warmth. Before it was easy, she'd stolen her sisters body heat and picked a spot between them to settle, but now Sootstar slept in a den that she once shared with Weaselclaw and Bluepool didn't humor her neediness as much as she once did. The dark molly huffs, staring out across the camp with a frown on her maw and her body slumped across the nest and languishing away. Perhaps the solution would be to bully a clanmate into resting with her at least until she was warm again and she begins to swiftly scan each cat as a promising victim.
She spots his russet spotted form as it passes by easily, Sunstride stood out against the moorland with his bright and warm colors. Such warm colors. Such a lucious coat too, she'd kill for that kind of comfort right now but maybe she didn't have to kill. Maybe she could just ask 'politely'.
"Nnnnghhhh-SUNNY! Come lay with me, I want to steal your fur-I mean borrow your pelt-I mean...I'm cold. I'm cold and I have short fur and if I'm not given what I want I will complain and Wolfsong will have to put up with it."
She stretches across the nest, long limbs fully extended and the claw of each toe popping out, it was a testament to how much better she felt that she could be her usual invasive and bold self and his being deputy had not really changed their dynamic.
"PUH-LEASSSEEEEEE!" Mintshade rolled, now on her back arching it and flailing her paws in the air above her as if mimicing a spider in its death throes preparing to curl its slender limbs in tight.
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PAFP: @SUNSTRIDE
Prompt - As it gets cold, how does your character stay warm? Do they notice a winter coat coming in? Do they already have an abundance of fur? Do they begin to huddle closer together in their nests at night? -
—⊰⋅ Warrior (Moor Runner) of WindClan
—⊰⋅ She/Her
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
—⊰⋅ SH Solid black cat w/ acid green eyes.