The massive tom was not a fan of these colder seasons. Sure, his thick coat kept him fairly warm during the frigid months but it still made him stiff and achy in his old bones. Not that he was going to let that stop him from getting out and about, trudging through the snow towards the apprentices, his lame back leg leaving a trail behind him as he dragged it along. Echofade settles nearby with a quiet snort at the antics of the younger cats. "What're you three up to? Y'all should be careful out here, don't wanna get sick now do ya?" He casts his crystal blue eyes about, taking in the mounds of snow the kids were building with vague amusement. He doesn't really seem all that concerned about them getting sick, despite the warning he gave. He could still remember his own reckless youth and how he seemed to always bounce back from any illness or injury, ready to get back into even more trouble afterwards and he figured they were the same, especially if two of them had his genes. At least, he doubts a little cough will be detrimental for any of them. He, on the other hand, was a bit more susceptible to the harmful effects of leaf-bare. Yet he's never been one to make good decisions and so he's out here in the snow, aching bones and all. "Y'know, I once made a pile of snow taller than the three of you combined." He flashes a crooked grin, curling his long plume of a tail around himself.
/ rushed whoop ;w;