The wind whipped the snow across his face, causing Aldermoon to recoil with a hiss of discomfort. His muscles tensed with the flinch, turning his body against the cold breeze. The short tom brought a paw to his face, running it over his eyes and muzzle, clearing what senses had been stolen. The guider shivered, his short gray fur now being packed by the sprinkling snow. The territory was quiet, besides the faint whistling of the air and rattling of the trees. He doubted it would be easy to find any prey among them any time soon.
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Startled, the older tom attempted to jump back, but his short legs didn't carry him as far as he hoped. The white bits of frozen water hit him on the muzzle and stuck to his whiskers and fur. The gray tom shook his head, his whiskers quivering. "It could have let out a warning cry," he grumbled, flicking the remaining bits off with a paw. Without a warning of his own, he swatted a tiny mound at the she-cat in return, mrowing in amusement.
Aldermoon let out a meow of amusement. "If it was concious, who knows what it'd be capable of." His eyes dropped down to the cold white powder beneath him and he gave it a flick of his paw. "It would probably feel threatened by us trampling over it's territory all the time." Perhaps it was a kit-like way of imagining, but he had to admit, he was interested.
Aldermoon huffed as he blinked his eyes open, slowly to reveal dark blue iris directed toward her. "I could do with the cold," he explained, sweeping his tail over the snowy packed floor. "I would prefer it didn't attack me, though." Since he wasn't all that tall in his height, it was more difficult to keep above everything happening on the ground.
Olivedawn chuckled at Aldermoon as he hissed at the snow, as if it was conscious of how uncomfortable it made most every cat. The petite she-cat was shivering as well but seemed mostly unbothered by the temperature as she felt there was no use in complaining. She pounced her way over to the grouchy tom with a polite smile. "Cold, Isn't it?" she meowed with a bubbly and feminine voice. Her ears flicked away flecks of snow as they fell.