[Seraphon]

Originally Posted by RedHead

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.

Inkjoy laughed,"I sure wish I wasn't affected by it," she mewed, shivering slightly as she wrapped her tail around her flank. Normally, she would be out on border patrol, but since it was so cold, she had figured she'd just take the day off and let the cats with thicker coats do the patrolling. She decided not to go hunting for the same reasons. Well, almost the same, anyhow. She had only ever hunted once as an apprentice and vowed never to do it again. She didn't like hurting anything or anybody with her claws, teeth, or even words, so she was very careful as to what she said. As an apprentice, Inkjoy's mentor had told her to practice hunting on a thrush. She had gladly obliged, killing the bird. But, in the last few moments of the creature's life, she could see something flash in its eyes. A life. A soul. That's when it occurred to her that these animals that they hunted weren't anything to be taken for granted. After she killed that creature, she didn't thank StarClan for its life. She thanked the thrush itself for the life it was giving up to help ShadowClan. After that, she vowed never to harm anything in any way unless absolutely necessary.