[olliebones]

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⭑COSMO⭑
THEY/HE // 24 MOONS
❝To be a star, you must burn❞

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Cosmo stepped out of the den. His paws were met with a burning cold and a harsh wind buffeting his thick coat. The tom let out a hiss as the cold attacked him. He turned his gaze towards Ares, ears angled forward. Snowstorm? Cosmo looked towards his younger sister, a pang of relief and worry hitting him. Cosmo would rather her stay with Rook. (and the others, but mostly Rook) The tom couldn't help but feel amused at her stoic display, before turning to the task at hand. Moss, feathers, whatever. The tribe needed to stay warm. Cosmo nodded, tail flicking, and set off to collect what he could, trying to ignore the stinging cold.