[RedHead]

Originally Posted by Boba Fett

Inkjoy stretched as she exited the warrior's den. She hadn't slept in or anything, she had just went back to the den to see if she could warm up at all. Due to her thin coat she wasn't exactly the cat most equipped to cold weather. Though, her black fur helped a bit because the darker a cat's pelt, the more warmth it soaked up. That fur wasn't helping now though. She shook out her fur and searched the clearing with her orange eyes for any remotely sunny spots until her gaze rested on a bright spot right next to a fluffy white tom. She trotted over, her legs slightly stiff from the cold and settled in the sun next to him,"Hello!" she greeted with a friendly flick of her tail and right ear. She dug her claws into the soil, in hopes of finding some warm dirt,"Cold day, isn't it?" she asked, staring up at the clouds about to block the sun as she shivered again.

Frostedflicker has his eyes closed when he heard pawsteps coming towards him. It was the scent of a female cat, one the older tom couldn’t quite identify. He opened his eyes to see a black-furred she-cat sit down beside him. Scanning his brain as she talked, he tried to recall a name to her face. Black fur... orange eyes... Few names came to his mind, and he felt bad for not remembering her. Frostedflicker knew most every cat in Shadowclan, and he hated it when he forgot a name. But, the white-furred tom was stubborn, so he would play along with a game until he figured out her name on his own. Or by using other means. “Yes, pretty cold, though I’m not too affected by it.” He gave her a sympathetic look, knowing that his mate was also a cat with a shorter pelt, one that didn’t grow in the colder moons.

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@Mystical

Yawning, Bristledawn exited the warrior’s den, her face stretched with concern as she looked at the bleak sky. Why isn’t it warming up? She thought to herself. The orange and cream she-cat was done with the cold, desolate weather, she couldn’t be more ready for New-Leaf. Her pelt always grew a little bit during the cold moons, but not enough to keep her toasty warm, the way Bristledawn liked to be. “Guess today will be just like any other day.” She meowed with disappointment, giving her ruffled fur a lick.