*haro ((!))
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Post by *haro ((!)) on May 3, 2011 17:39:20 GMT -8
+ + + cloverwind !!
[/font] This chill was becoming a nuisance. Just as it would seem to let up just a tad, the frigid winter weather of the FrostClan territory would return to claim its own. Summer would be coming soon, bringing slightly warmer weather (the key words here are slightly warmer; it was never particularly warm in FrostClan). However, by now it should have been at least a tad better.
As the sun began its upward climb in the sky, Cloverwind managed to force herself from the warriors' den, shivering as she did so. The sky was swathed in clouds, making the morning gloomy and gray. Murky puddles became slush in the dips in the ice and snow mixed with the soil from underneath. A sprinkle of freezing rain decended from the heavens, occasionally intervened by bouts of snow. The day was painfully damp and cold.
The tortoiseshell femme could help but wonder if the regularly inherited thick fur and rough pawpads of FrostClanners had somehow managed to skip her generation. Cloverwind shivered fitfully, a genuinely annoyed and displeased expression sweeping over her face. None of the other cats had seemed too affected by the normal weather around here. What went wrong with her? Her discomfort from the elements had hindered her performance for the Clan greatly. She felt a bit weak and useless. Of course, she was too prideful to confide such a thing in anyone, and should anyone say anything of the sort, Cloverwind would no doubt do nothing short of clawing their face off.
Shivering and taking on a somewhat discontented face, Cloverwind slunk closer to the center of camp, still groggy with fatigue. She was annoyed with herself and was bitter from the cold. She hunkered down into herself and curled up her pretty tortoiseshell pelt, her minty green eyes lifting towards the sky. So gray today. [/blockquote]
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