i'm wanted [DEAD] or [ALIVE] [open]

[all out JINX ♥]

. Raccoonmask .
. You made yourself a bed at the bottom of the blackest hole .

The colour of the sun on a polished brown rock reflected in this female's pelt, her soft kitty-pet looking golden fur with thick canals of chocolate and mud glowed in the faint sunlight. The snow still fell but more lightly then before, just enough of the clouds unbound their threads to let small patches of the sky peak through to watch the forest for a little while. The beautiful she-cat that lay under a few branches of the warriors den looked so peace and seemed to be enjoying the sparkling snow. Her turquoise coloured eyes glowed like the true gemstones as there lids opened and closed around them. A small little snowflake floated down and landed on the fae's burnt orange nose, a snort of disgust swept threw the fae as she shook her head.

The image was destroyed. This she-cat wasn't the perfect looking queen that everyone would have been known to love. This was Raccoonmask. Though she can look like a sweet cat when she doesn't show her colours, she has a reputation in the clan. The delicate looking fae got to her small paws in pure disgust as she accidentally dipped her golden paw into the snow. 'Ugh! When will this dreadful snow end! I hate the cold! Make this stop!' Growling in frustration Raccoonmask kicked at the snow with unsheathed claws leaving a large indent. Her pretty blue-green eyes wavered to the medicine cats den where Windystorm was or had been, she didn't know where he was anymore and she really didn't want to keep track of the gorgeous male. Sighing with much exaggeration Raccoonmask sat down with smooth movements and looked at one of her snow wet paws.

[FIREH!!]

Redthorn

<sub>A dull laughter escaped from a dark ginger tom as he padded out of he warriors' den. He walked over to Racoonmask and sat down beside her. "Snowy day, isn't it?" He asked, smiling at her as she fussed over the snow. I promise you, the snow will melt when new-leaf begins. It may snow a couple more times during new-leaf, but it should be pretty much over." He flicked snow off her shoulder with his tail, smiling at her.

When he looked up at the sky, Redthorn noticed there was more snow on the way. "Umm.. Sorry to burst your bubble, but there looks like there is more snow on the way." He told her, glancing over at her with a look of concern. All this snow would make it hard to hunt in the already prey-scarce territory. Redthorn just hoped the snow would soon melt, so the cats could have a decent meal.</sub>[/color]