Lowfrost Point (Roleplay Thread, Private)

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    “A whiteout.” Kip sat up and tilted his head after shaking snow out of his fur. “Kind of. You can barely see your own forepaws because everywhere you look, it’s white. The wind is bad, too, because it throws up all the snow in your face and makes it even harder to see. It hurts after a while, too, especially when your face and paws start to get numb and tingly all over.” It wasn’t unsurvivable, but it presented a nasty challenge to those that tried to pull through it.

    “Some beasts are willing to risk it. I doubt the snow coming down now is going to turn into a whiteout, but it will probably turn into a blizzard later.” Kip said, pawing at the ground. “I’m just letting you know before I go into the mountains. Come with me, stay overnight if a blizzard does stir up the place, or do...you know what you can do.” He then got up and started walking off toward the yawning cavern entrance, finding himself nervous for a second when he recalled his first experience with a whiteout.

    "I know what you want me to do," said the rat, backing up towards the tunnel entrance. "Leave all together, or join you on some journey to who-knows-where and get caught in a storm." He adjusted his scarf. "Frankly, I'm not up for either. I'll take the fire back at Lowfrost over a blizzard any day. Fur's not thick like yours, you know."

    “You think you know what I want you to do. You don’t have the slightest clue what I want you do.” Kip said, digging his claws into the ice underneath his paws. “Enjoy the fireplace.” He didn’t wait for a reply from Twofang and instead continued on his way, veering away from the trail that would take him toward the mountains and instead taking the cavernous lower route that would lead him along the coastline.

    Twofang traveled back through the tunnel, snorting to himself. He knew Kip's whereabouts and where he was headed-- perhaps he'd be rewarded for sharing that information? The idea may have been one spawned out of his time in service under Cringe, but it was a good one... a beneficial one, perhaps.

    Kip continued on his way downward, slipping a couple of times before bounding down onto the frosty pebbles littering the ground below. With the mountains and cavern at his back, all he could see ahead of him was the ocean being disturbed by the incoming storm. Snow fell hardered here than in more central areas of the island, and he had to narrow his eyes to keep the ice from flying into them.


    Joline had taken to being perched on the roof of Silver Hall while she watched the storm roll in. She didn’t dare to take the risk of flying out in this weather. There would be a delay in her friend’s arrival unless he was already close enough to Lowfrost to wing it for the last few minutes of his trip. How long had it been since she’d seen him last? Probably a moon at least.

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    "What a know-it-all," Twofang muttered through clattering teeth. The weather sure was picking up. Wind buffeted him.


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    Mudstripe tiptoed around the base of Silver Hall and pressed his back to the brick exterior, catching his breath while at the same time using his shifty vermin eyes to scan the area for inhabitants.

    Counting himself as completely alone, as he did not see the owl on the roof, the ferret snickered and started searching out the entrance.

    Joline opened up her wings and let out a low-pitched screech, not loud enough to alert everybody in Lowfrost but just loud enough for anybody within a few feet of the main hall. Her yellow eyes searched amidst the white froth of snow and wind for her friend, but she didn’t see any signs of him. After waiting a few more minutes, she shifted her position and moved to the opposite side of the roof that faced the village itself. Pausing, she tilted her head slightly when she thought she could see movement down by the entrance. “Who’s down there?” She said, flapping her wings and clacking her beak. Normally she would’ve played around with whoever was down there for a few minutes, but she was getting anxious waiting for her friend to arrive.

    Mudstripe jumped, nearly dropping the sack that he held between his paws. Did somebeast just scream? Or was it just a bird? He knew very well the sound creatures made when they were murdered, and also that of birds. Could be either. Or perhaps it was just him getting worked up over being seen.

    Squinting, the ferret spotted the door and crept towards it, paw trailing to his dagger.

    "Jus' in case whate'er that was thinks this is funny business..." he said.

    Joline let a curse slip past her beak before she gave up altogether, abandoning her perch and getting out of the worsening wind higher up. It didn’t take more than a few seconds for her to spot the stranger creeping up to the doors of Silver Hall while she glides down to the ground. She screeched high and shrill, landing a pace or two behind the thing and spraying up some snow as she landed. “Who do we have here?”

    It was tempting to at least pretend to hurt him, or outright attack him, but she held back and brought her wings close to her body. “Do you have a name, or am I supposed to give you one?” She said, hobbling a step closer and digging her bad talon into the snow. “You aren’t from around here.”

    "Mudstripe!" the ferret blurted, though he dared for a moment to truly look at her and soon he no longer felt the need to cower. It was just some random owl from who-knows-where, who happened to have a lame claw on top of that. He smirked a lopsided smirk and stood up.

    "Ain't yew got summat t' be doin', Miz?"

    Oh, he did have a spatter of courage in him! Joline stole a quick glance up at the sky before returning her attention to Mudstripe. “I do have something to do; make a meal out of you.” She said, her yellow eyes growing serious for a long moment. It dissipated in a matter of seconds though. “What brings you to Lowfrost Point, Mudstripe? Odd time to arrive, and by yourself.” Which meant Viv and Everly didn’t know about this, either. Maybe this vermin would be smart enough to keep it that way. “You wouldn’t happen to have come all the way here from the south, would you?”

    "Oh I did, now why's yew askin'? Y'ain't got no reason t' pry an' catechize." Mudstripe twirled his dagger carelessly and began to slip by her and towards the door again, whistling a tune.

    In a matter of seconds Joline opened up her wings and darted in at Mudstripe, aiming to pin him right up against the door while the amusement still shown in her gaze. “I’ll have to ruin that lovely face of yours if you keep trying to go into my hall without answering my questions, dearie.” She said.

    The ferret screamed again, a high-pitched, ghostly sound, and stared at her with twitching eyes. "I answered yer question!" he snapped, moving his dagger arm around and up to have more range. "Now gerroff me, 'cause two can play at that game."

    “Oh, but you didn’t tell me why you came here.” Joline said, softening her voice whilst tightening her talons. Her eyes momentarily flashed to the dagger, but she didn’t try to knock it away from him. He needed to have the feeling of something that could keep him alive while the adrenaline fired through him. “I don’t want to hurt you if I don’t have to, but if push comes to shove...”