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Post by uniqcrim on Mar 6, 2019 13:09:27 GMT -5
Copperhorizon shook a light white dusting of fur out of her beautiful shimmering russet red pelt. She despised leaf bare when it snowed. Swimming was one task but snow in every crack and crevice always getting her long red fur and paws wet was far from enjoyable. She was still young but her muscles were often tight and achy when she woke up in the morning. Truly, it was bothersome more than anything else. She padded out of her family's den and examined the fresh-kill pile with a blank face, her vibrant green eyes not hinting at any thought or emotion. This was what her days were like, simple and rigid just as they should be. Like her adopted mother, Righteousspawn, she had grown to enjoy discipline and did not give herself much leeway. That's what happened when you were raised by a strict ex-commander.
Opposite of Copperhorizon, the white she-cat was fond of winter; it came with its struggles and its darkness but it also meant a more successful spring. In her eyes the more snow the better. She couldn’t wait to see the flowers blossom, life spring anew. She wiggled her toes in the frosty powder and shivered when a flake slid between her toes. Shaking her paw, she continued on her way back to the gathering area, intent on placing the kill between her jaws — a snow rabbit that was on the scrawnier side — on the communal pile. She had no family and nothing that tied her to nobility other than her friendship with Tasman when they were children, but even that was not enough to offer her more comfortable shelter. She often reminded herself, though, that she was of more use for those who struggled to fend for themselves.
Recognizing the form of Copperhorizon, she made to greet her but stopped herself. It didn’t appear she was very welcome.
