midday mischief [closed]

Frigid cumps of snow and ice clung uncomfortably to the wild and poorly groomed fur of Thistlepaw's belly and chest, but she knew better to fiddle with it anymore than necessary- after all, she was intending to go back out and that would only result in her ending up with even more snow and ice in her fur. Again. Shaking out her fur in a futile attempt to chase the cold away, the apprentice hunkered down close to the thorny barrier that was doing a poor job at insulating the camp, impatiently waiting for another cat to join her.