Frolicking in a winter wonderland

Letting out a yawn, Bigfoot stretched his large paws in front of him as he meandered out of the warrior's den. His eyes were still a bit stiff from his deep sleep, but upon opening them, he couldn't believe the sight before him. Snow covered every inch of camp and it must have been the most that it'd snowed all Leafbare. "Whoa," the ginger and gold tom mewed in awe as he turned his gaze up towards the snowflakes that continuously fell gracefully from the sky above. Sticking out his tongue, the large tom couldn't help but giggle like a kit as a snowflake landed on it, and bunching up his haunches, he took a giant leap forward.

Landing in the snow with a 'thud,' Bigfoot sent up a flurry of the cold, white powder all around him and laughed out loud. Flopping over onto his side, he squirmed around in the snow, his pelt now covered in it. If it hadn't been for his constant movement, he would've blended perfectly into the camp floor.

Fogpaw yawned, padding out into the clearing. It was early but she- She stopped. Snow covered the entire camp, a drift next to the apprentice den nearly blocked her in entirely. Flakes continued to fall, white specks dancing across the grey sky. It had been a while since the last real snow. She faintly remembered her first snow in the nursery and how Eveningpaw had played with her.

Reaching out a fluffy paw, she patted at the drift. It crumpled, sending a small cascade into the apprentice den. With a smirk, Fogpaw wriggled her haunches and leapt over the drift, swatting at a snowflake midair as she barely cleared it, and disappearing with a soft Oomph into the snow beyond it. Shaking herself, Fogpaw looked around the clearing, catching sight of the golden tom wriggling around outside the warrior's den. She bounded through the snow, though still small, her long legs gave her enough clearance to move around without too much trouble. With a high squeak, the silver shaded apprentice leapt onto Bigfoot. "Gotcha!"



Rowanpaw stirred in his nest. It was cold. His fluffy coat kept the worst of the cold at bay but somedays it didn't feel like enough. He'd been trying to sleep but lately there'd been a strange kind of restlessness. Something felt a bit... Off. So, try as he might, fitful sleep just wouldn't come. Was it a sign of some sort? Before he could put much more thought into it, the sounds of a commotion in the camp put to rest any thought of sleep.
With a sigh, the brown tabby pulled himself to his paws and padded to the entrance of the den. Snow had covered the camp in a sheet of white. His ear flicked as he looked over to where one of the apprentices- maybe Fogpaw? Starclan knows he wasn't keeping careful track of all of them, that one at least hadn't done something mousebrained to injure herself yet- had leapt onto the lump in the snow that a flash of golden fur revealed could only be Bigfoot. "Wrestling in the snow is how you get yourself a cough," he muttered to himself. "Though I have heard mousebrains don't get sick. Maybe that's why Starclan didn't bother giving him intelligence."

Laying in his nest, Galepaw flicked his eyes open as he saw multiple cats rise from their nests and exit the apprentice den. The firs thing he noticed was how cold it was. Even from inside the den, it was significantly colder than it normally was. A groan escaped his maw in response. Although his fur was long and thick enough to shield him from most cold temperature, he still hated feeling the cold air creep beneath his pelt, no matter how little the amount was.

After a failed attempt to fall back asleep, he rose from his nest and shook out his pale pelt, trying to rid it of any moss or loose fur. A large yawn temporarily separated his jaws before he approached the camp entrance, his eyes still groggy with sleep. He emerged from the den and took a deep breath of the bitter cold air before he realized how cold his paws were. And how white the camp was. It's snowing! Much more than they had gotten in a long time. Sweeping his gaze across camp, he spotted Bigfoot, who almost completely blended in with the snow because of how snowy his pelt was. He watched as Fogpaw tackled him, letting out a chuckle at the two. Rowanpaw was just at the entrance of the apprentice den. Ignoring his warnings of coughs and colds, he jumped into the snow after Fogpaw, deciding to enjoy the snow while it was still there, despite how he hated being cold. "I've never seen this much snow before! I wonder if we could tunnel in it!"

Not having expected some-cat to appear and jump on him, Bigfoot let out deep 'huff.' Trying to regain his bearings, Bigfoot and the apprentice tussled around in the powdery snow for a bit before he was able to retreat from her paws and jump up. "The mighty Bigfoot can never be defeated!" he mewed confidently before letting out a grand laugh from deep within his belly.

Crouching down, his wriggled his haunches back and forth, his tail sending slow flying this way and that before leaping into the air. Falling just beside Fogpaw as to not crush her, he flopped over onto his side and continued to squirm around as if he'd just found a patch of catnip. "You'd look like a bunch of weasels!" the big warrior laughed at Galepaw's remark.




Having heard the commotion outside of the cozy warrior's den, Valerianroot let out a yawn before making his way out into the camp. It had snowed quite a bit the night before and turning his olive gaze across camp, he caught sight of what looked to be his brother and one of the apprentices playing in the snow. Of course Bigfoot would be the warrior to be playing in the snow like a kit.

Padding over to Rowanpaw who didn't seem to care for playtime in the snow, Valerianroot sat down next to his younger brother. The two of them had a great deal in common which he appreciated and sometimes it was refreshing to be near cats of the same mind-frame... something he couldn't exactly get when around Bigfoot.

"At least StarClan managed to give him enough brawn to protect us," he commented, having heard the medicine cat apprentice's remark. Though Bigfoot could be a headstrong mousebrain, that didn't mean that he didn't still love the big oaf and sometimes he actually appreciated the beefy tom's strength. Though of course he supposed that came with its own flaws.

Fogpaw huffed into the snow as Bigfoot escaped her paws. Fluffy tail lashing, she leapt after a snow clump his tail had flung into the air. Snow flinging around her as she all but burrowed into the snowbank. Paws kicking as she clawed at the heap, almost swimming as she floundered through. Despite the cold of the snow, the thick fluff on her toes kept them warm and the still frozen snow didn't yet penetrate her long coat.



Rowanpaw's ear flicked as one of his older brothers joined him. At least Valarianroot tended to be a sensible cat... He snorted at his words, thick tail flicking around to cover his paws. "One can hope so." he muttered. "But brawn should be balanced with brain to be effective. Though I suppose there just might not be enough space for intelligence with all that... Muscle."

He cast his hazel eyes to where Bigfoot writhed around in the snow. He just couldn't understand how anycat, and a warrior at that, found such joy in flopping around in the cold snow like a deranged kit. At least Fogpaw and Galepaw were still only apprentices. Though, from what he'd little seen of her, it was concerning how little brains Fogpaw seemed to have. Especially given how she also seemed to lack in the brawns department. But- at least she was an apprentice. She could still grow and hopefully learn something. Sparrowclaw seemed to have a good head on her shoulders, maybe Fogpaw could pick up some of that...