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Moonraven
The scoop of snow splatters right on to the tom's muzzle, and Crowtuft yelps in surprise. Quickly pawing off the freezing substance from his face, the dark cat glares at Twilightshine, but his expression is playful. "Why you..." With a small yowl, Crow launches himself to his paws, taking his own scoop of frigid snow and tossing it in Twilight's direction. He felt like a small kit again, and his pelt was bushed up from a mixture of the cool weather and the excited feelings pulsing throughout his frame.