A tiny amber (closed)

Sitting near the edge of the quiet camp, Tinylegs laid on the ground, his short legs easily fitting under his long body. The crisp air that filled the camp was more than enough for the small tom and although he could've stayed in the warmth of the warrior's den, he chose to spend sometime outside, seeing that the weather wasn't too unbearable. Letting out a content sigh, the small tom thanked StarClan for the morning sun that began to warm his fur as it rose higher and higher into the sky. Watching as his frosty breath disappeared into the air, a yawn escaped and flicking his tail back and forth, he looked around, wondering when his clanmates would begin to wake up.

"Hey, dad! Hey dad!" Amberpaw's dislike for the snow momentarily forgotten as she made her way to her father, Tinylegs. Settling next to her short-legged father, her calico fur puffing out against the breeze, though the sun against her back was a very pleasant feeling. "It's so cold out dad! Can you warm it up for me?" Amberpaw joked, leaning onto her father to leach out his warmth.

Not expecting the sound of an enthusiastic apprentice on a day such as this, Tinylegs twitched under his pelt and turned to see his adopted daughter, Amberpaw, trotting over to him. Letting out purr, the little tom was always happy to spend time with his family, adopted or not.

"Hello Amberpaw," he mewed with a smile, his tail flicking back and forth as she sat beside him. Chuckling at her question, he tightened his muscles as she leaned against him in hopes of not falling over from her already growing weight and size. "If I could warm up the weather, we'd never even have Leaffall," he joked in reply, wishing that controlling the weather was actually possible. It would certainly get rid of most of the problems that clans had to deal with.