Snow is warmer than my heart [Open]

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    Brightpaw tensed slightly in suprised, but then relaxed. This meant that Pepperstripe careed and maybe trusted him. That was good. Brightpaw cotinued to groom his own fur, letting her help him.

    IC: "Are you hungry?", she asked. She had already dropped the prey they had caught in the fresh-kill pile.

    Brightpaw looked up at her. "A little." Brightpaw admited because he was. He would only take as much as he had hunted though, which was much. Besides, he didn't want to get fat.

    IC: She wasn't hungry because she had ate before they went hunting. She went over to the fresh-kill pile and grabbed a mouse. She then dropped it at his paws. "Go ahead and eat". She started to groom him once more.

    He looked down at it, for a second. Then Brightpaw began to eat it iin small clean bites, having more manners than most apprentices when they ate. "Thanks.," He mummered between bites, not talking with his mouth full.

    IC: She nodded at his thanks. She noticed that they snow had stopped falling and the sun had come out. Maybe it will warm up a little

    Brightpaw noticed this too, and smiled slightly. He hoped it would get warm enough for him to take a swim. Brightpaw finihsed the mouse quietly.

    "I don't know." Brightpaw said. "If it warms up enough, I might go for a swim." He told her his plan because there was no reason to hid it, yet.

    IC: She chuckled, a little amused. "After all that, I figured that would be the last thing you would do", smiling at him.

    IC: He had a point, she figured. "I hope your leg heals quickly", she added.

    "Yeah. And I hope it warms up." Brightpaw commented. he didn't believe his leg would get any better than it was now. That wouldn't stop him from trying to excersise it.

    IC: She backed up scratching her back on the rock wall and felt wetness. She had forgotten about the cut on her back, and she reopened it.

    IC: For some reason, she hadn't figured out why she felt wet. "What?," she asked a little confused.

    IC: "Mouse dung!", she spat. She started to lick the wound. "It looks alright to me, as long as I keep it clean," she commented.