It was cold, of course, because of wintertime. Flintpaw tightened her muscles closer together to keep in some warmth. Slowly melting snow glistened on the sides of her dark gray legs as they moved, back and forth, back and forth. Further down her body, her rough paws were covered in snow as they traveled, into and out of snow, in and out. Paw prints trailed behind her. The dark gray cat was heading back to camp after a brisk walk through the woods. Once she got closer to the entrance, she covered the remaining distance in a few bounds.
She wasn't running away from the cold that chilled her insides. That was a rather refreshing feeling to her. No, she just figured it wouldn't be good to stay out too long in the dropping wintertime temperatures. Flintpaw had noticed that the healers were a little inactive, and she didn't want to catch the flu or anything. The little time that the healers had should be reserved for better use, like for caring for injuries or something. And Flintpaw had heard about whitecough and greencough, and didn't plan on getting seriously sick anytime soon. She'd like to stay alive for a little longer. Of course, when it was her time, there would be nothing she could do.
Once Flintpaw was inside the museum, she stretched a little, and ignored the melted snow dripping into a puddle on the floor. The newly named student didn't really know what to do next, and she glanced around the room with calm blue eyes, remaining silent.