- Apr 2, 2023
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𓆝 . ° ✦ The cold of leafbare made Mosspool glad she had underwent the journey in kinder seasons. As it was, the trek had been difficult enough and the mountains had been cold enough. Attempting to imaging doing the same thing at this time of the year just made her shiver.
Though, even without her imagination to aid her, she would have shivered regardless. Her thicker pelt helped against the cold, but it was not enough, especially not after the storm that had passed last night. She had worried that they would not be able to get anything done in the morning as it had raged, and could only thank the stars when it ebbed come sunrise. The thought of being trapped in her den all day with a blizzard raging outside was not a happy one.
As she stepped outside, the snow crunching beneath her paws, she let out a sigh of relief as she felt the sunlight against her fur. Glancing around, she saw that few of her clanmates were up yet. This was not unusual, she was a particularly early riser, and today especially many of the others had likely opted to allow themselves a few extra moments of rest. There was some wisdom in that, she thought, it would be difficult to get anything done until the snow melted a bit of the snow away anyway. Still, the sun would not do all the work, Mosspool thought to herself as she eyed a particularly large snow drift. It was positioned in a unfortunate spot, as it blocked the way to the stepping stones.
Due to the structure of Riverclan's camp, it was still perfectly possible to leave. As long as you could swim, that is. The drypaws, however, would be stuck in camp until it was cleared, and the sun would work slowly on a drift that large.
Mosspool headed towards it. "Can someone please help me clean this up?"" She called out, glancing about in askance.
Though, even without her imagination to aid her, she would have shivered regardless. Her thicker pelt helped against the cold, but it was not enough, especially not after the storm that had passed last night. She had worried that they would not be able to get anything done in the morning as it had raged, and could only thank the stars when it ebbed come sunrise. The thought of being trapped in her den all day with a blizzard raging outside was not a happy one.
As she stepped outside, the snow crunching beneath her paws, she let out a sigh of relief as she felt the sunlight against her fur. Glancing around, she saw that few of her clanmates were up yet. This was not unusual, she was a particularly early riser, and today especially many of the others had likely opted to allow themselves a few extra moments of rest. There was some wisdom in that, she thought, it would be difficult to get anything done until the snow melted a bit of the snow away anyway. Still, the sun would not do all the work, Mosspool thought to herself as she eyed a particularly large snow drift. It was positioned in a unfortunate spot, as it blocked the way to the stepping stones.
Due to the structure of Riverclan's camp, it was still perfectly possible to leave. As long as you could swim, that is. The drypaws, however, would be stuck in camp until it was cleared, and the sun would work slowly on a drift that large.
Mosspool headed towards it. "Can someone please help me clean this up?"" She called out, glancing about in askance.
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Longhair black tabby with deep green eyes. Mosspaw is a very tall molly, standing a head above most cats her age. She has a slim, willowy physique with subtle musculature built up from a lifetime of constant training that lends itself well to swimming and running. Long, thick brown fur falls over her form with tabby patterning across it. Her eyes are a vibrant green, and shine with a bright intelligence and confidence.
