[Fae Magic]

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PRIMROSEPETAL

It was upon them; whether they were ready for it or not. They tried of course, getting ready for the season change while making sure the clan was well formed and built right for them was no easy feat but with so many new paws and mouths to feed with the merge Primrosepetal only knew the stresses this season would bring for them all. Powdery white flakes fell from the sky from the dark clouds above; thick and foreboding as it rained it's cold wetness to the earth below allowing the first vapor of breath to cast a veil around your face with every breath. It was officially Leaf-bare and the cream colored tabby was not in a good mood. Her toes were frozen over and she could not feel her nose; was that frost coating her nose? She'd taken the first morning hunting shift with a few others thinking that she'd help out feed the clan in the morning for those who'd helped work hard on building the walls for the dens but a part of her wished to regret offering her services. The sun wasn't even up yet to give her any sort of comfort of warmth so it was clear to say she was not a happy camper. But she did offer her services to help with a hunting patrol this morning so she did not complain; aloud at least even if her kind heart held a little grudge of displeasure at her own self. She followed her fellow clan mates; some she did not know personally from the other clan while others were faces she knew growing up as the dawn patrol trudged in silently with their paws scrunching the freshly fallen snow beneath their pads as they strode quickly inside. Primrosepetal took absent notice that the pawprints they left behind this morning on the way out was already covered by fresh snow as she sidled up to the fresh kill pile and tossed in her meager catch. Birds were not the most sustainable feast during leaf-bare but pickers couldn't be choosers at this point. At least whomever decided to take the robin she'd dropped into the pile would have some feathers to play with or set into their nests to make it more comfortable during this season.

Her stomach grumbled a little at the thought of food but she had no appetite at all. Too concerned about going to warm herself. She turned away watching as her hunting party all parted ways; scurrying away like mice to their destinations. Hopefully to get themselves warmed up. Some went to the warriors den for some sleep in their warm nests and probably cuddling up with a sibling or their mate. Primrosepetal did not have such a companion. Of course, she could always go find her twin or one of her step brothers who adored the ground she walked on but she long ago chose her own path to be independent. She was no longer the kit that crawled into their nests for warmth and comfort. Still, she did miss having someone there. She didn't have a mate or even a resemblance of a lover to call her own even if she did have some friends; none in which she could call for a cuddle. The very image made the warrior let out a little chuckle out loud. Her blue gaze turned around to look around camp to see if there was anything else that needed to be done while she was up. She didn't have an appetite even if her stomach demanded food and she did not want to curl up to sleep in a nest that would not be warm with a loving companion to keep her company while she slept. She knew if she'd just slipped into her cold nest she would lay awake for hours until the camp began to come alive. But it was so freaking cold out here! She sighed and walked over to the nursery den to peer inside to make sure all was well before circling the den to make sure there was nothing that needed patching up. Her toes hated her for this action though as they ached from the cold and demanded rest. The cream tabby continued with the medicine den and the elder den before she went for the warrior's den to do the same. But as she was examining one wall on the outside she noticed a small gap left untouched; heh, how ironic. She had thought she'd felt some drafts on her end of the den before. Guess she found out why. She looked around the area to see what she could plug the hole in with for a temporary patch when she heard shuffling coming from within the den itself and worried she might have made some sort of notice and disturbed a member of the clan sleeping inside.

The she-cat trotted around the corner to peek around the wall to find the sleek form of a blue pointed figure stepping through the entrance into the cold. She realized they hadn't heard her so she went to duck back behind the structure but instead ran herself face-first into the wall with a loud oomph and a sprawl of herself on the snow. She cursed under her breath in a very unladylike fashion as she rubbed at her cold nose as if she could actually feel it; she did a little bit. Hearing a sort of laughter she looked up from where she sat and realized the newcomer was laughing at her. A scowl traced her features a little bit even when her fur burned with embarrassment. She must look a mess with wet snow covering her from her sprawl and a very disgruntled look on her face.

"Excuse you that is not funny!" she huffed glaring at the tom before her features softened a little bit and a small smile tugged at her features. "Okay...maybe it was a little bit funny. Don't go breaking a rib from your laughter now." she huffed looking away from him.

it was Otterbite. She should have known the tom would make an appearance soon enough. Why on earth was he out here this early though? Was he on the morning border patrol or just couldn't sleep? He could have asked her the same thing; or at least asked why on earth she was creeping around the dens this early in the morning. Her answer would have been simple but embarrassing nonetheless. She knew Otterbite to be a flirtatious tom within the clan; they'd crossed paths a few times prior so she did not fear too much embarrassment. He was just as silly.

"What are you doing out here in the cold anyway? Are you going on a patrol?" she asked trying to change the topic so that it did not revolve around herself and her little oopsie moment. She began wiping the dust of snow off of herself and licked at her fur hoping to warm herself up; her body shivered slightly from the cold the more the wetness seeped beneath her fur. She was really regretting this morning.

"This is Primrose speaking." And this is Primrose thinking.

Gorgeclan Warrior

Abyss

1,196 WC | murk | Sorry this took a minute!