overnight frost -- open, snow

I'm a nightmare, dressed like a daydream.

The ice melt against her fur rippled in a shiver down her spine, and Severa shook the white dust from her pelt. She couldn’t say she had ever felt anything quite like that, still it was an oddly pleasant experience. Her frame forgot the cold in the wake of the winter wonderland, and Severa noticed that several other Bloodclan felines were out enjoying the weather themselves. Some seemed to have begun construction on ‘snow-cats’ though they still looked like piles of snow to her.

And then, a ball of snow collided hard into the back of her head, pitching her head forward to smash back into the snow bang. Shaking the powder from her ears, Severa whirled around—sputtering. She spotted pale tom with black legs, and her mind summoned a half remembered description of Caledon. She suspected Sheogorath had mentioned her presence to him by now, though she’d yet to have a proper conversation.

No better time than the present.

Black tipped tail twitching, lowering herself to a playful crouch, Severa rolled a ball of snow with her paws. “That’s how it’s gonna be, huh? Catch!” and she whirled the ball directly at Caledon.

Cruelty is the gift we give ourselves.