come one, come [ALL] (open)

[chilly]

Slumped figure, dumped. Sprawled hap-hazardously across the barren earth. Limbs flailed about with an attitude of nonchalance. The creeping hunter, ever known as boredom, preyed upon the flourishing warrior. Devious were his thoughts, as features expressed this openly. A passing wind intertwined itself so lovingly with the ashen plume of the boy, dancing between the individual hairs and giving him a roguish, gallant appearance. Tasseled strands of the short hair were left alone as an aggravated moan erupted from the heap of fur and bone. Sparking eyes peeping from behind his paws as Fogstorm looked around. Who would be his entertainment?

Trivia buzzed so gaily around his mind, more than just an annoyance. Tail sliced the air with sharp cuts slashed back and forth, to and fro, and side to side. It's endless motion giving idea to the restlessness of the tom. Activity was at a low for him. Quickly, attention spanned as he searched boyishly for the sight of his game. Claws unsheathed as none were to be found. the clearing was uninhabited by the life of other cats, females in particular. What a drag.

[Dusk]

DEWPAW

It wasn't the nicest of days, but to say it was unpleasant was an overstatement. The weather was still leaf-bare cold, as it would remain for a while yet, but the winds didn't bite as hard as they had before, and less snow came down from the sky to pay a little visit to Celestialclan; it looked the the ground snow would be staying for a while, though. Underneath the shelter of trees it remained a good deal warmer than it must have been in some exposed clearings. Hunting was the hardest part of the weather, mice and squirrels seemed to like the cold even less than cats, considering how they went into hiding. Veilpaw had told her this happened every year, though Dewpaw wasn't sure how she could believe it. Why in the world would mice sleep for moons on end?

Scarce prey or not, the little tortoiseshell had been surprisingly successful that day. She slipped into camp with head held high, neck straining to bear the weight of her catch. It wasn't overly impressive - or heavy for that matter - but the apprentice was the smallest of any cats in the clan, and what either of her two brothers could have carried easily proved quite the challenge for Dewpaw. It never stopped her, though, from trying to bring in as much prey as possible each time she went out hunting. She might not be able to hear as well as the next warrior, but her sense of smell made up for the fact. After dropping her offering off at the fresh-kill pile, the feline looked around to see what she could do while she rested for a while. There were few cats in the camp, sadly, however she did spot one grey and beige tabby who seemed to have nothing to do. "Hullo, Fogstorm!" she called -loudly- to the older warrior, tail waving high over her head in greeting as she padded towards him. She didn't know much about the cat, but then she still had yet to properly socializes with many cats in Celestialclan. "How are you, today? Anything interesting happen to you?"

[chilly]

Lips were twisted scornfully downwards as the tom became encased in his own, charming state of being. Enveloped in his own mind ways of thinking and resolving, little mind to the world, and what had become of his reality. His return came driven, ridden upon the distinct arctic wind.

Jaws spread wide as Fogstorm gorged himself greedily upon the life giving substance. The cool, sensational drafts of air surged down his throat and throughout his entire body. It's tingling caress was sharp, highly defined, and it stung slightly. It even tasted of the winter and it's bitter weather forecasts.

Figure relaxed and became noticeably at ease. Sigh was given as the male had his fill, and was thoroughly satisfied for now. High off the intake of air, body crumbled onto the comfortable dirt. paws stretched out in front of him as senses were unaware, dulled.

Dewpaw's greeting caught him off his guard. He glanced over, tail flicking the air, and saw her padding over. Fogstorm blinked, and blinked again. Brow knitted as his expression was quizzical. He probed his mind, he had seen this cat around the before, but he couldn't quite remember her. As his mind searched for a name, his expression cleared. It's place was soon taken by that usual pleasant air of the tom's charmingness.

"Why hello there, Dewpaw, isn't it?" Words were polite, nothing less to be expected of him. Fogstorm, never the repulsing type. "I am quite lovely, though a tad bored, I must admit. Nothing too interesting to report, I'm afraid. What about you?"

[Dusk]

DEWPAW

The frail-looking tortoiseshell was a roiling tempest of energy as she bounded towards the reclining, many-hued warrior. In fact, she moved a bit too quickly, paws stumbling over themselves as she attempted to stop without checking her speed first. A little cry of surprise rang from her throat as the world turned sideways and she felt a rush of vertigo before tumbling to a stop in front of Fogstorm. It took a moment for the little apprentice to gather herself together, but soon enough she was picking herself up off the ground and grinning abashedly at the bigger cat. "I should probably watch where I'm going, huh?" Dewpaw laughed quietly at her own carelessness, sometimes there was nothing she could do but laugh and hope the others didn't mind. Her clumsy nature didn't go unnoticed by the other Celestialclan cats, after all. For her, soon enough, the foolish moment was forgotten as the tabby looked downwards at the much smaller she-cat with some confusion in his blue gaze. She gave a nod in response to the question of her name. "Oh, it's never fun to be bored," the little cat spoke with a bit a sympathy slipping into her tone. Boredom was always terrible, any lull in the activities of the day always left Dewpaw searching for some adventure to entertain herself. At least now, as an apprentice, she could go out hunting and patrolling instead of doing something foolish like exploring inside Fawndance's den. The one time she'd done that the old sorrel medicine cat hadn't done more than tell her to go on back to her mother, but Fawndance had been obviously frustrated by the mess left after adventuring.

"I went out and caught two mice and a squirrel while hunting today," she announced with lips parting in another wide grin. "They're sort of thin, though," she admitted after a slight pause. "But Firelily says that's okay, it's just because everything in the forest is small right now thanks to leaf-bare. Is that true? Do the mice get really big one leaf-green comes along?" The apprentice was still too young to have seen how lively forests were during the summer months, her only experience had been the latter part of autumn and the whole of a harsh winter.