A Cold Start (Open)

[Anya]

A large black tom stood guard at the entrance. His yellow gaze was placid and his long, feathered tail whooshed back and forth. He stuck out in the white back drop of snowy birch trees.

"Good morning Nightpatch!" a golden ginger tabby slipped through the opening as the dawn patrol returned.

"Thundersong." the black tom dipped his head in greeting to the apparent leader of the patrol. Just the cat he didn't want to see. Nightpatch was in no mood for Thundersong's chatter so early in the morning. but much to his surprise, the ginger tom walked off straight towards the warriors den to report the arrival of the patrol.

The clan was beginning to stir and soon cats would be imprinting their paws into the fresh blanket of snow laid upon the clearing.

[FlickeringNebula]

Birchkit sat in the crisp snow watching two older warriors talk to each other. It was early morning and she was supposed to be in bed, but that was NOT going to happen. Especially with all this interesting adult stuff going on. Deciding that she wanted to be a part of it, Birchkit padded over. "Hello, I'm Birchkit" the young kit mewed enthusiastically, pouncing on the warriors tail.

The older cat did not look as if he was having much fun. Birchkit decided that this fact had to change. "Do you want to play with me" she meowed at the top of her lungs, to make sure the warrior heard. Sometimes warriors seemed as if they where deaf. Birchkit would shout and pounce on there tails, but they would act as if she did not exist. Strange...