(Open!)
Echosong cowered under the cover of the warrior's den opening, gazing out into the clearing with disdain. It was raining. Raining. Wasn't it supposed to be leaf-bare? Wasn't it supposed to be a beautiful snowfall where kits could trot around in instead of a bone chilling, pelt soaking rain? Ugh!
The molly sniffed in discomfort. Another unfortunate side affect of this weather... allergies. Could life get any worse for her?