under the weather // p

[Mousepaw]

To Mousekit, the recent weather had been extremely moody. Some days it would rain, others the sun would break through the low clouds and sprinkle sunlight across the clearing. Yet still other days it would snow, and some would be gloomy and gray.     Sometimes, he liked to think that the weather had emotions. That particular day, he'd describe it as sadness, but not the kind of sadness that was followed by heavy raindrops or sheets of water falling from the sky. No, this sadness procured a light drizzling over Mousekit's head, the sky foggy and gray. It was almost as if the weather was feeling down-hearted and despondent. Of course, such mood swings were common during new-leaf.        However, Mousekit loved the rain. So, naturally, he was outside, his fur growing spiky as the clouds continued to drizzle. His attention was captured by a slow-moving beetle that seemed to be frantically trying to find cover from the rain. A small smile found its way onto the kittens face, and he followed, as quietly as he could, after it.  Aloepaw/Andri

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Cold and damp after having spent the morning in the territory with his mentor, Cinnamonpaw was hoping to dry off as he padded back into camp. He grabbed a fish off the fresh-kill pile and was on his way back to the apprentices' den when he noticed a kitten nearby. Mousekit looked familiar; hadn't they met before?

"Hi!" the apprentice called, his voice muffled by the wet prey. "What're you doing out here in the rain?" he asked while walking over to see what Mousekit might be up to.

[Mousepaw]

The beetle stopped under an overhang, seemingly relieved to have shelter from the light rain. Preferring the feeling of water dripping through clumps of fur, he backed up to sit with a small plop! in the rain. He was close enough, though, to watch the beetle with a tilted head and mild curiosity.      His attention was snatched away once more as small, shuffling sounds came from his right. He turned, watching a figure walk through the rain. After a moment, he looked back to the beetle, but it was gone. So instead he watched the figure make its way halfway through camp, before they realized Mousekit was there.    It took the kitten a moment to to recognize Cinnamonpaw. He'd met him once before, but he'd never gotten a name. But then again, names didn't define people. Unless they did, but that he wasn't completely sure of.      "Hi," He responded, getting to his feet and moving towards the apprentice. "I like the rain." He shrugged, as if the answer would be obvious. "Don't you?"

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Cinnamon blinked in surprise at Mousekit's apparent enjoyment of the weather. "Really? I like rain, too, or at least I used to. Before it was a lot more fun when I could choose if I wanted to go outside and experience the weather. We don't really get a choice as apprentices, so it's not as great to be running around the mountains when you're all cold and wet." It had only been several moons since his apprentice ceremony, but it sure felt like longer than that.

"Besides," he added, "it used to snow more often than it rained when I was younger. Snow is colder but I love it anyway." With newleaf approaching, it was getting warmer, and IceClan probably wouldn't see snow again for a long time. That was disappointing. Snow made the mountains slippery and dangerous, but really, what was IceClan without ice?

"Oh, wait a sec, did I ever introduce myself? I'm Cinnamonpaw."

[Mousepaw]

Mousekit tilted his head. "That sounds like fun, though," he responded, realizing this tom was an apprentice. Jealousy sat in his stomach, but he didn't let it show. He'd be an apprentice soon enough.      "I like snow as well," he added, his voice soft. Snow was much more fun to be in, in the kitten's opinion. He could sink into it and it would feel like a whole different world around him, a feeling that he loved. No one could bother him—it was his little, white, quiet world.      Mousekit shook his head slightly. "Why cinnamon?" He asked curiously, tilting his head. Names had always been something he'd thought about. They didn't always seem to fit the owner, but perhaps there was a deeper meaning. And that intrigued him. "Mousekit, best warrior around." He responded. It was how he'd always introduced himself. (im guessing we should end this soon? xD) ● ● ●