Lioncry padded out of the nursery, as she had a kit to take care of. She sat down, enjoying the feeble sunshine that soaked her pelt, yes, it wasn't nearly as warm as usual, the sun, but the abnormally large golden furred warrior didn't really care. The cold had little effect on her, though heat was an entirely different story. The molly turned a bit and began to groom her pelt, checking to make sure all her wounds were healed for the most part, and luckily, they were. Her golden uues brightened a little, and he fur tingled from the chill that she barely felt. Snow lay thickly upon the ground, and, as Lioncry looked up, she noticed that it was still falling. It had been snowing for some time now, and Lioncry wondered if it would ever stop, even though she knew it would, just like it had every time.

@Toothless & Stitch

Originally Posted by paxil (Post 97533) @Spirited Darkness sunflowerkit was bored. she was always bored, honestly. being a kit was a really uninteresting life. she woke up, talked, played mossball, ate, slept, and repeated. nothing cool ever happened. her mom never took them out on adventures, and the elders ran out of stories moons ago. the apprentices always said, 'oh, i wish i was still a kit! i miss not having to do anything!' but they didn't know what they were talking about. sunflowerkit wanted to hunt with the warriors and climb trees and chase rogues away! the four-moon-old tabby approached the fresh-kill pile, examining the few pieces of prey that were there. she had overheard the warriors talking about how there would be ten times as much prey in green-leaf. now, sunflowerkit hadn't been alive in green-leaf, so she didn't know how true that was. but that sounded really nice. for now, though, the short-legged she-kit would have to settle with this skinny little canary. hopefully, she wouldn't have enough of a stomach to eat the whole thing, because she knew some older cats would get mad at her for eating a whole bird. settling down in a sunny spot, the kitten began to tear a piece of meat from the yellow-and-brown prey.

Ravenpaw padded into the clearing, a finch hanging from their jaws. The young apprentice set it in the fresh-kill pile, then stopped, noticing a short legged she-kit they identified as Sunflowerkit. “Hi.” the black and silvery white apprentice mewed, dropping into their side so they were eye level with the she-kit. They missed being a kit, but not that much. Bring a kit had been boring, and other kits had more time to tease them, so being an apprentice was by far worth the hard work. Ravehappensad just gotten back from hunting, which hadn't been much fun in the freezing snow, but it'd still been a bit of fun. They'd at least caught a finch.

The mostly black apprentice began grooming the melted snow from their fur, as it'd begun to freeze, and Ravenpaw knew that that wouldn't be any fun. Plus it'd earn them even more teasing, and probably a cold. The cat shuddered slightly, and began drying off their pelt faster, not wishing for any of the possibilities that could happen if their fur froze to happen.

Once finished, Ravenpaw looked back at Sunflowerkit, their hues bright, as they doubted Sunflowerkit would tease them. From what Ravenpaw knew, Sunflowerkit was a very friendly and kind cat, not one to tease.