The wind whipped around the leafless branches, frigid snow biting against her pelt as it swirled through the air, the frozen boughs beneath and above her creaking and cracking underneath the weather's strain. And here Senescence stood, along a branch swaying to and fro in the middle of the snowstorm, even as her whiskers chilled and snow embedded itself across her body. To be this high up in the trees, was dangerous and potentially deadly in even the best weather, it was downright suicidal to be here with the cold and the wind. It sucked the warmth from you, chilling you to the bone.

    Consciously, Senescence realized she had about ten minutes before the beginnings of frostbite set in, given that she'd already been here for some time. She was shivering, not by choice, but in her body's attempt to warm itself, though she knew soon enough that would stop as well when hypothermia set in. Realistically, she should probably get down now, in case she'd misjudged the times. Of course, the she-cat wasn't exactly the best for doing the sane thing, and as such, she stayed in place for what was probably about five minutes. Then she slowly made her way to the ground, which took almost ten minutes in itself, just given the harsher weather and the fact she was uncontrollably shaking.

    She almost laughed when her paws met ground, sitting down among the trees that broke up the wind and sheltered her a bit from the snow. Her tail curled around her frigid paws while she leaned into the shelter of the large trees roots, but it still took another five minutes to stop shaking. There was no doubt about it, she was viably insane. What cat went looking for frostbite and a potential drop to their own death? Then again, that was a conclusion she'd come to long ago, so this wasn't anything new. It was just the adrenaline that was slowly abating that made her thoughts run so wild.