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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -19px]It was becoming more and more frequent, these constant outings from the safety of his own clan's severe headed lined borders. The trip that involved delving within the depths of windclan, one of bloodclan's greater enemies, had been so enthralling and curious that the child couldn't help but once again go where he was not wanted. No matter how much merle scolded or Jace complained, this kick that involved the wish to explore would never truly be grown out of; Bohemian was far to adventurous for it too.


    This time, it was not an enemy but rather an ally. At least if he was found wandering about there wouldn't be quite the high risk of being caught, but then again, where was the fun in that? The child had only been across the border for a mere 10 minutes when the chill in the air caused the entirety of his tiny body to be wracked by a shiver. The freezing winds pierced his fur and rattled his glass-like bones. It was to be expected, after all, going from the scorching desert to the wrathful winds of the mountains was quite the change.


    Everything was shaded ivory, entirely blank, and not a pinch of green anywhere; but aside from this Bohemian noticed something was very wrong. The rates of the wind were growing from mild playfulness to whiplashes of ice. There was going to be a storm. A smile instantly spread across Bohemian's face, ruining lovely features as he did so. He would need to find shelter, ether that or die. Before long, and nearly being blown away by the forceful wind, hues of stunning coloration took note of a cave. That would do. The child entered the darkness of the hallow cave with a sigh, he'd have to stay here for the whole night and god knows he'd get it when he got back. Ah, it would be worth it. After all, how many bloodclanner could say they survived a snow storm?


    However, as he settled the pretense he was the sole life form within the cave dissolved as he heard the sound of paw prints. "Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows." Bohemian hummed aloud, as his right hue, the one of sapphire flecked with stardust, eyed the unfamiliar face; a clever smile playing across his lips. The youth probably should have been a great deal more worried about being stuck in a new place with an unknown creature, but he wasn't. Blizzarclan were their allies after all.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px; border-left: 1px solid grey; border-right: 1px solid grey;][justify]Perhaps it had been a bad idea to venture out from camp, his sisters were busy and his mother was as well, and so, filled with boredom, Littlepaw had walked out of the camp. On his way around the territory, Little had almost fallen off the island, and he had met a few npc Blizzardclanners. Everything seemed to be going okay, Well, it was until it started to cool, and until the wind whipped up. Then the apprentice ran to attempt to find shelter of some sort.


    When Littlepaw had found the cave, it had been by pure luck; the male had tripped and ended up slipping into the cave. Cold and tired, Little had taken a nap and warmed up a little bit. Littlepaw wasn't sure how long he had been asleep, but it had been at least an hour and a half. Little was awoken by the thudding of paw steps at the entrance of his cave. Rubbing his blue eyes, the blind male held that milky tiredness that people held when they first woke up after a nap.


    “Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows."


    What in the hell was he on about? Flicking his ears irritably, the sleepy tom found his voice and cleared his throat. “You’re smart to get out of that weather. What’s your name?” The blueish grey tabby tom would blink his sightless blue eyes as he stared at Bohemian as he sat down. Yawning, the tom would place a paw on his mouth to hush the sudden inhale of air, and then the exhale.


    //rip me, rip muse


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -19px]//ditto


    The creature, who had previously been in the depths of slumber, was a domestic feline who appeared to be around his own age- perhaps one or two moons elder. He was a mesh of shadows; haunting greys and stripes of thick ebony dashed with the ivory of the snow that had biseged the unlikely duo. The scent of blizzardclan clenched to the other's pelt strongly as he turned to face Bohemian. This unfamiliar face was indeed a good looking one, such a discovery sent a smile splashing across lovely features. "Smart?" Bohemian echoed the words with amusement lacing his honey-tinted tone.


    Intelligence was such a trivial thing, it could be described with several different layers and proportions. It could be the sharpness of a comeback, the wisdom of being knowledgeable of history, or simply being capable of devising battle tactics on the fly. "I don't know about all that, I was really just following my instincts." Bohemian noted this with a slight tilt of his head, clever smile ever present. One thing he had come to notice was that this other figure was blind. It was the price to pay for such lovely colored eyes, Bohemian supposed. "Anything you want it to be," Bohemian responded saucily to the inquiry of his name. "But most call me Bohemian."


    The child paused for a moment, gaze falling back to the outskirts of the cave before returning to the other. "And who may you be blizzardclanner?"