[Luck]

CHESTNUTFALL
warrior - thirty-six moons
@Shadowed Flower

With the weather growing colder each passing day, Chestnutfall is positive that leaf-bare will soon sweep in and settle in a hush over ThunderClan. Thankfully with his thick, long fur he wouldn't need to prepare all that much, but those with coats less dense would surely feel the affects. A cool breeze drifting through camp did little aside from brush his whiskers back against his face as the large tom made his way slowly through the camp clearing. Bi-colored eyes flicker around, surveying the scene of Clanmates around him. Not much in the way of activity, but he does spot a familiar face.

Paws veer off the path and head towards the lone apprentice seated in the clearing. Wounds mark her pelt which has Chestnutfall frowning. There had been so much war, so much violence lately, and most of it was pointless if he was asked about it. But none of that was the fault of Fawnpaw who appears to be enjoying the cold weather. "Hello there," comes the rumbling deep purr of the older warrior. Chestnutfall nods to his younger Clanmate and takes a seat near her, fluffing up his own fur. "Enjoying the nice breeze, hmm?"