Where my ladies at? {O}

[Hobbit]

Gunstar padded out of the leaders den and stretched luxuriously, arching his back and fluffing his ruddy fur against the cold. Leafbare was just around the corner, and the air now had the bite of winter in it. He watched a V of geese flying south for the winter above his head, wishing he could do the same if only to escape the bitter cold. His fur was neither thick nor long, so he spent many a night shivering and wishing for some kind of warmth to relieve him.

He decided to soak up the sun's rays and leaped onto his favorite sunning rock in camp, laying flat on his side. The Abyssinian purred contentedly and watched the camp surrounding him, wondering where his Clanmates were. Perhaps they were keeping warm in their dens or out on patrol. Wherever they were, Gunstar wished someone would come out and have a conversation with him to break the quiet.

[nighttime]

Icedpaw spotted the leader with his green eyes. Ugh, he didn't like the cold very much. His fur helped none and neither did cuddling with your nest. Blinking to reality, he realized he had been accidentally staring at Gunstar. The medicine cat apprentice purred roughly in his own amusement, then approached the sunbathing leader.

[Hobbit]

Ah, finally someone was awake! Gunstar propped himself on his elbows and looked down at Icedpaw. "Good morning, Icedpaw. Rather chilly outside, don't you think?" he asked, flicking his tail. He wanted to enjoy the last of the heat before it went away for three months and was replaced with freezing snow. It didn't look like the mca was enjoying the cold either, both for personal reasons and that it wasn't good for the herb stores. Gun made a mental note to ask about it and offer to grow any herbs that were low in stock.

[machi]

Picking her way from a den, Margo wandered over to the two, offering her own smile. "Hey guys", she said quietly, not wanting to interupt them.

[Hobbit]

"Hello, Margo. How have you been faring in this weather?" asked Gunslinger, pleased that more of Clanmates were appearing. He was beginning to think that they'd all disappeared or gone into hibernation like bears. As far as he knew, there was only the three of them in Riverclan at the moment. Where had the others gone?

[nighttime]

"Yeah." Icedpaw grunted to Gunstar, rolling his deeply colored eyes in exaggeration to his speaking. He wasn't that big a fan of cold weather. It messed everything up, especially the herbs. The pure white tom glanced at Margo and smiled again. "Hello!"

[Hobbit]

"We need to get preparations started for leafbare. How are the herb stores?" Gunstar asked Icedpaw. He would gladly grow anything that was low in stock; the medicine cache wasn't his main concern. Food would be much harder to come by than anything, and that's what worried him. Leafbare was always a challenge for every group because of the rising death toll and falling amounts of resources. They'd need to hunt day and night if they were build up enough sustenance for the entire season.