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Ripplepaw really didn't want to get up, she was so incredibly comfortable in her nest in the comfort of the den, but the day wasn't going to stop for her, and she proabably ought to be up. So she pulled one paw out from under it, surrendering it like a first sacrifice to the cold air that it might not chill the rest of her as badly, and began to head out into a rather perfect enviournement for her own personal camoflage. She stepped into the outside wet snow, and shook herself, a shiver running through her as she went.

A sharp chill ran it way up the body of a petite sized feline with a dark colored pelt, a shutter ran through her body making her muscles jump underneath her long coat. It didn't matter how long or thick her coat was Lunarraven was not a she cat who enjoyed the cold if anything she grew mildly cranky during the leafbaring. She really wasn't a cold type of cat she preferred the warmth of the sun's rays rather anything else. The beauty softly parted her maw taking in a breath of the fridge air and letting it out in one quick huff of warm breath. She curled her tail over her paws and puffed up her fur to stay as warm as she could be once in a while she would shiver but other then that she was still.

Stepping lightly, as though that would keep the snow from getting on her paws, Ripplepaw hopped from dryest looking spot to dryest look spot, sometimes only landing one front and one back paw as she went along. She skipped through a bit of the snow a couple of times, leaving small pawparints in the solid powder puddles, but continued on, planing to head out of camp. The first and last place she was each day was her wonderful river.

Lunarraven had been in the mist of giving her chest fur a lick it was sticking up and bothering her. The sound of paw steps coming her way made her look up and blink her eyes a few times as she looked at the cat coming her way. She cocked her head to the side but didn't move much as as Ripplewhisker darted behind her after hitting Wolfheart with a ball of snow. "Ripplewhisker if I get hit with snow I promise you I'll have fun making the rest of your life here miserable." She meowed with a roll of her eyes, she was certainly not large enough to be a fort so she had yet to understand why he was hiding behind her of all cats that and she didn't remember saying she was going to join in the foolish game of their's.

Ripplepaw headed through the entrance hearing some such or something else going on back at camp. She heard the deputy talking and thought to herself, thinking that while she liked the deputy's work ethic and ability to command, but her attitude had never been anything she wished to emulate. She liked the other cats and found it nice to show it. That was mostly the reason that while she admired Lunarraven at core, she didn't ever try to interact with her. Now out in the serenity that was the leafbare territory, devoid of most other nosies, she began to relax. The streams were frozen, though she knew better than to test their strength, so she hopped over or skirted them when she could, heading toward the calming sound of the gurgling river.

Ripplepaw padded along at a comfortable trot, leaping here and there to investigate this bauble or that thingy, while she headed to her haven. The river was in sight, what with the frosted sides of its bank and grasses, and the distinct scent, that even in the cold, was a murky reminder that this was her constant- the one thing in life that never went sideways- the Faithful river. As she approached though, another sped by in some sort of crazed hurry and once she was able to get a look at the cat leaping into the water, she realised it was Ripplewhisker. She wondered what he'd done now- sometimes, even she thought he could be kind of annoying. She watched him swim away downstream and gave a small roll of her eye and a sigh before turning her thoughts away and back to the river to whcih she now stood at. Placing a paw in at a time until all four were submurged, she purred and the brisk cool of it and the still relatively warm sand at the bottom.

Ripplepaw's calmly closed and happily meditative eyes pulled open once her ear flicked toward a commotion, and she turned her head to see Ripplewhisker being dragged ashore by his mother, simply turning her head to stare at the ruckus before moving further into the water herself till she was belly deep, and a safe distance from their horseplay. She liked to rough house just as much as the next cat- but she could never be sure how much was 'all in good fun' and how much was 'that'll teach ya' when it came to Wolfheart.