Wet, Cold, and Sticky(OPEN)

[NIXX]

Vixenstorm dragged her dripping wet body into the clearing, plopping herself down almost right in the middle. She had never felt this exhausted in her whole life. Or this cold, her teeth were almost making that annoying chattering noise, but she was too tired to get up and move to the warriors den. If being cold and dripping wet wasn't enought though her normally beautiful, put together red fur was knotted and full of sticks, all sticking out in random directions. 

She groaned as she made a move to get to her paws, it was no use though. As soon as she moved gravity pulled her back down and there she decided to stay. "I give up! You win!" SHe hissed out, at no particular person. At this point her teeth began to chatter and she cursed herself for being as stupid as she was. 

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OOC: Bring out the fire!
Muse: It's seen worse. Dead.

Vixenfire did not enjoy listening to Vixenstorm at all. The mud brown she-cat's stoic nature did not agree with the sassy she-cat. She was quite disgusted with Vixenstorm and her behavior. "Quite weak", Vixenfire spitefully noted. Vixenfire was normally more compassionate but she thought Vixenstorm as a bit over the top dramatic. Unfortunately for Vixenstorm, Vixenfire had little pity for melodramatic cats. Anybody could argue over how she should also include even dramatic cats in her list of compassion but difficult and stubborn Vixenfire was not to be moved by her ideas. Melodramatic cats needed no sympathy.

Vixenfire had taken a nice spot near the entrance of the warriors den and layed comfortably there, watching the snow fall down. She closed her eyes, attempting to win some rest. However, some cats seemed to want her to be wide awake. The mud brown she-cat's golden amber eyes scanned the clearing for whatever the noise which disturbed her attempts. She quickly spotted a sorry looking she-cat in the middle of the clearing. Vixenstorm. Showing no sympathy, the slightly coughing she-cat padded lazily over to the almost black cat. With the air of a cat annoyed, Vixenfire grabbed Vixenstorm by the scruff and heaved her to her paws.

[Otterpotter]

The silver tabby heard a pathetic yowl come from the clearing as she walked out of the warriors den. The she-cat walked towards the annoying noises to find two cats she hadn't met before. "Whats going on?" She asked casually as she didn't want to seem snobby. The blind cat's eyes were pointed straight ahead which happened to land on Vixenfire.

[NIXX]

OCC: The batlle of the Vixen's begin...

Vixenstorm was all of the sudden dragged up into a sitting position by another she-cat. She shoke out her pelt as she felt snow flakes began to land on her. Some of the sticks in her fur flew out of her pelt, landing on the ground and on cats nearby. She gave a bashful, 'I'm sorry' smile, before looking down at her normally red fur. It was going to take ages to clean up the mess that she called fur at the moment.

Vixenstorm was thrown out of her thoughts on her fur by a voice. For the first time she realized that there were two cats now gathered around her. Vixenfire, who hated her for no apprent reason, which was just down right rude, if you asked her. Then there was the new cat, the silver tabby that stood looking at Vixenfire.

"What happened?!?" Vixenstorm cried out, "Oh, I'll tell you what happened! Her loud voice traveled across the clearing. She jumped to her paws to begin her story, but like always the clumsy cat somehow tripped. Falling over onto her side lodging some of the sticks fartherr in her fur.