Post by alee on May 24, 2016 8:46:10 GMT
Tendrils of icy cold crept like vines beneath his pelt, sinking into his skin and touching frigid fingers at his rapidly stiffening muscles. One green eye cracked open ever so slightly, the pupil dilated to a tiny thread against a thick sea of lime, and a muzzle gingerly snapped open in a long, aching yawn. Paws stretched forth, a lithe back unfurling in a rippling stretch, muscles just so gently shifting under his slicked pelt.
The frigid morning wind haunted the atmosphere with a biting chill. Despite not a puff of cloud in the sky, the pallid shine of the sun just hanging overhead, new-leaf felt uncomfortably cold on this particular day, with a thin coat of snowy white frost lacing the stringy grass. Gingersplash hauled himself to his paws, huffing slightly as a gust of breath escaped his lungs; he dreaded the thought of an early dawn patrol at the time as bitterly freezing as this, though determination seared like a fire through his veins, and sent just enough energy surging to his paws that he found the strength to push himself out of the warriors' den.
Drinking in a long, stinging breath, the tomcat gave one glance to and fro - all was quiet, most either having already left for the dawn border patrol, or remained asleep within the suffocating warm comforts of their den. Regardless, this pleased the cider splotched male; he'd never been one for the frigid company of others, and on a morning as bitter as this, he relished in stalking off alone, with only the quiet murmur of his thoughts for company.
Ah, unfortunately, fate had different plans.
ooc;; ` r i v e r
