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    ❝I PACK A LITTLE PISTOL IN MY PISTOL BELT❞ Crowstone was very over the snow. It did nothing but make her freeze and cling to her sleek black pelt, causing her underbelly to be almost constantly wet. Even her long legs couldn't help her escape from this situation. Amber eyes flashed with annoyance as she returned to camp, lower half stained with white clumps. She dropped the prey from her hunting session in the freshkill pile, before turning to go find a dry spot to sit in and attempt to clean the snow off of herself. However, halfway across camp, Crowstone slipped on a particularly slick spot. The black molly landed with a 'thump', followed shortly by a "Mousedung!"




    ✦ ✧ ✦ "Ms. Crowstone, are you okay?"


    The voice belonged to the little tyke known as Amberkit, the calico kitten approaching her and dropping her moss ball to the ground, kicking it out of the way so that she could focus on the downed molly in front of her. Crowstone was intimidating so Amber didn't get too close, keeping a comfortable distance between her and the dark-colored warrior. She had just been playing with the mossball that she kept close by her at all times; it was a bit of a security blanket, she didn't go anywhere in camp without her mossball somewhere in sight or even clutched in her jaws if her anxiety was particularly bad that day.


    She wouldn't get much closer to Crowstone in case the molly decided to lash out at Amberkit. She didn't know Crow all that well, but...it was just a precaution. Amberkit liked to feel safe, to use precautions when necessary.

    COWSPOTS OF WINDCLAN [ TAGS ]


    "Mousedung!" rang in his ears, drawing his attention to where a certain she-cat had slipped on a patch of icy snow and landed on her rear. Cowspots winced sympathetically, standing to meander over to her aid. Amberkit had already asked if she was alright, so he'd await her answer, but he did add in a wishful, "Hopefully new-leaf comes around sooner than later." The snow was causing everyone grief, not just due to colds and chilly nights. Rabbits were hibernating in their burrows, mice tucked away from sight. Once the sun began to shine on their moors again, all the prey would return and lavish their lands, meaning the skinny warriors would eat like kings.

    "This snow is ridiculous," Midnight grouched as she padded over, sympathizing for the warrior who had slipped on a patch of ice. The she-cat made a mental note to be careful the next time she was in a hurry. She did not want to suffer the same fate as the warrior. Turning to Cowspots, she pricked her ears. "What do new leaves got t'do with anythin'?" she questioned, as if he had said the most obscene thing, raising an inquisitive brow.

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    I was meant to be yours — tags

    Dark grey paws would make crunchy noises as WolfHeart slowly made her way over to the small group that was forming around around the she cat named Crowstone. In truth the gray warrior was surprised she remember that name. She however could not hold back the small purr of amusement that rose in her throat at Midnight's question, "I think...that when they say 'New Leaf' they mean that period of time when the snow melts and it gets warm again." She at least hoped she was right. Her dark pine green eyes would flicker to Cowspots, had then been friends before she lost her memory? She didn't know, but she hoped that he was a kind as he had seemed to be. She then turned her gaze towards Crowstone and meowed softly, "You didn't hurt anything, did you?"





    "We were made to be one..."

    COWSPOTS OF WINDCLAN [ TAGS ]


    He opened his jaws at Midnight's question, suddenly recalling her youth and understanding she'd not been around for the change of seasons yet. Perhaps she'd experienced leaf-fall, but leaf-bare made everything seem like it was always cold and unpleasant. That simply wasn't true, as Wolfheart explained. Casting her a big friendly grin, Cowspots nodded. "Yeah, exactly how Wolf described! New-leaf is right before green-leaf, where things get really warm and we get tons of new prey! It can sometimes lead to wildfires, though, so we have to be careful at times." Last season had brought wildfires to their neighboring clans unfortunately, but they'd all made it through alright. He'd been one of the cats to bring extra aid to ThunderClan when they suffered great setbacks right before the deadly grip of leaf-bare.

    TAGS ☆彡he usually didn't find amusement in another falling, by the added mousedung was something hard to get over. evergreen oculars peer curiously over crowstone, and although his body language was as muted as ever, there was a hint of amusement in the depths of his eyes. good job in catching something, he'd instead point out, deciding to not dwell on that massive slip fail.