Hanging Around [O]

Hawkpaw was bored. Snow blanketed camp, though the most frequently traveled areas had been mostly clear of snow for sunrises. Enough cats passing through would do that. His massive form pushed snow aside easily, more easily than most Windclanners, and he was still growing. He'd be taller than most soon enough. Not like his family cared about that, they ignored him as usual, which meant he could do whatever he wanted. So he began gathering snow in his paw, pushing it together into something tossable. Green eyes spotting a she-cat laying in a mostly snow-free area, he aimed, and fired.

That was an awful idea.

Ashfall was trying to relax. Her bad paw always felt frozen and cold, due to whatever damage Bloodstar had done moons ago. The cold just made it worse and worse, she couldn't even limp on it now. Then the snow, all it did was hinder her further. With heavy snowfall, she could barely hunt! What kind of warrior was she if she could barely hunt in leaf-bare. Then a cold thump on her flank, followed by stinging pain. Struggling to get up quickly, she spotted that brat of an apprentice, never listened to anyone but himself.

Hawkpaw padded away without a care in the world, easily pushing through snow. Ashfall was unable to do that, practically falling whenever she tried to get anywhere with any kind of thick snow. It was like a tortoise chasing a hare... that didn't care. "Someone grab that kit so I can give him a talking to," she hissed, to anyone in earshot. Hawkpaw just kept padding along, ignoring the more senior warrior. Why would he even talk? He didn't need to, so e wouldn't.

A golden she-cat was settled with her hindlegs outstretched in the shadow of the nursery. The snow on the ground made cold leaf-bare chills seep into her fur. Shivering, she muttered under her breath. Daisykit. Ugh. I should be Daisypaw by now!! Her sulking was only made worse when she saw Hawkpaw, paws busy with something. Probably something mousebrained.. she scoffed. Grumpiness hung over Daisykit like a stormcloud, threatening to thunder at any moment. Her usual sweetness and chatter were no where to be seen, hidden along with her true feelings of disappointment.

Is it my fault? In the back of her mind, it was a doubt. Perhaps her apprentice ceremony was being delayed due to her personality. It wasn't possible... was it?

Her moody thoughts were interrupted by a thud and a hiss.

So that was what the apprentice had been up to.

Chasing after the lumbering apprentice didn't seem like such a fun idea. Watching some other cat scold him might cheer her up more. And so, her blue gaze followed the big tom's form, plowing through the snow.