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Post by chickenmuffin on Jan 7, 2009 4:56:30 GMT -5
Chicken Muffin yawned, briefly showing her curved teeth. A fat snowdrop landed on her nose, melting into a little blob of water. It was the time of year where Chicken Muffin's mood turned as soft and floaty as the white substance drifting around her. Lazily, Muffin shook her nose, discomforted by the cold. Her fur was fluffed up to its full, trapping in vital warmth and making her look like a wrongly-coloured patch of snow.
Beside her, but four paw-steps away the icy river trudged along in its bed with little blocks of frozen water bobbing up and down. How a river could freeze over completely was beyond her, it always was moving so why in the coldest depths of winter, did the movement stop on the surface? She hated to see rivers stop, it always felt like time had stopped in the world, that winter would reign forever despite summer dutifully coming again each year. Chicken Muffin's eyes were on the river's black surface, but her orbs were glazed, off in another world.
Muffin's tail slowly flicked up and down in a steady rhythm, leaving an imprint in the snow. She supposed many thought the world was beautiful like this, white and serene... But it just felt like death's cold hand to her.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 7, 2009 23:14:36 GMT -5
The cold was binding, definitly more than Kippy had anticipated. The warrior was young, newly named in the past moons, but he didn't feel any pride or tint of happiness at this. In fact, life seemed just the same only...lonlier. The cold was binding...and ever-growing. It never stopped growing, really. Mentally, emotionally, and now physically, it was a part of the world around them. There was no doubting, erasing, or ignoring it. It bit with startling venom.
Kippy's intent had been to hunt a rabbit whose scent trail he'd chanced upon. Now, however, he barely knew where his paws were taking him. He plodded on, thoughts blank and bleak, not really taking note of his surroundings. What was the difference, really? Just changes in the way the blobs of white were molded...
He stopped, glancing at the ice that coated the river in a thick sheet. He frowned deeply, pausing to scent the air to discover that he, indeed, had let the rabbit go in his absentminded stroll. There will be others, I guess...
He glanced around, twitching in surprise at the sight of another warrior nearby. He hadn't really talked to many of the warriors -- he hadn't really talked to anyone since Weed disappeared. Feeling an unexpected bout of bravery, he swallowed and murmured, "Hey....um....how are you? I'm Kippy, by the way. Chicken Muffin, right?"
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Post by chickenmuffin on Jan 9, 2009 4:42:02 GMT -5
Chicken Muffin looked up a second before Kippy spoke to her. Wonderingly, she realised she had seen him by the river without thinking what it meant. Winter made her feel old and senile, she could remember a few old wolves who used to look at her then seem surprised when she talked (surprise always blatant on their faces although they would vigorously deny it if she brought it up). Surprise she was sure was planted on her face now, clear as a bright sunny day. How depressing, Chicken Muffin wasn't an old wolf.
"Hey....um....how are you? I'm Kippy, by the way. Chicken Muffin, right?"
Her head dipped in greeting, her way of saying "Hi" when the word didn't want to come out. "What are you doing out in the cold?" She automaticly asked, overlooking that she was sitting out in the snow whilst thinking how strange it was that he was outside on such a day.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 10, 2009 20:13:19 GMT -5
Kippy tilted his head slightly, a bit taken aback by the question. Okay, first off, camp isn't really much warmer unless you're hiding in the dens. The pack's gotta eat, I've got a winter pelt, and there are big game out here to down. Plus, there's the threat from the Yozorans -- I've no idea what they were thinking, not showing up to the Moonless Meeting... "Why would I be worried about staying warm?" So much for being nice and trying to find friends, I guess.
But his mind didn't truly match his pessimistic thoughts, at least not yet, which was so rare for him these days. Usually the downer attitude was at a constant. Now, he was faced with an old friend: mild, if bland, interest. Well, at least it was something besides the constant dark cloud. Hey, maybe there was actually a conversation in the making here.
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Post by chickenmuffin on Jan 12, 2009 4:37:44 GMT -5
Muffin blinked a flake off her eyelashes, tilting her head at Kippy with a faint smile. That was one way of putting things; answer her question with another that understated hers. "Oh, not so much a worry" Muffin drawled, stretching out over the white blanket, making a bigger imprint in the snow as more flakes rushed down to cover up the gap. "Just its nicer to be warm... And not get covered in snow."
Then get wet as the snow melts. She added dreaily, taking a half-hearted snap at the frozen water. If only she could be bothered to get up, say no to the comfort of remaining in the patch she had warmed up. Each time she considered getting up, a mental flash of cold snaking under her stomach would appear; keeping her down. "There's not much to do when you can barely see." Exaggerating her movements, Chicken Muffin looked around at the white landscape which was mostly empty but for the dark shape of the river and other assets.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 12, 2009 17:02:50 GMT -5
Kippy listened then nodded, understanding a bit more now where she was coming from. He shook himself gruffly, groaning inwardly at his new found social awkwardness. Another symptom that depression had thrown at him. Well, I guess I can at least try and work that part out. There's a lot of things that seem like they'll never be fixed, but I don't have to be completely miserable....some knots can be retied...
"Yeah, I'm not a huge fan of the snow, but I suppose there's still stuff to do out here. I mean, in the past I avoided snow, but maybe you can actually have fun with this stuff or something like that," he woofed, shrugging and smiling slightly at the thought. Wolves were easily accustomed to the cold -- and their new home was more frigid than the home in the Mirror Lake had been according to seniors and older warriors, but he didn't typically see many especially enjoying the snow. Well, maybe it's time to start something new...
Then, on pure instinct alone, he drew a paw and kicked a small lump of the white powder, watching it with interest and it landed with a soft plop a few inches from its original place.
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Post by chickenmuffin on Jan 13, 2009 7:51:53 GMT -5
The faint smile grew bigger, became a knowing one. Stirring a little more, Muffin watched Kippy kick the snow. "Oh, snow is very..." She stopped talking in the time it took her to get up. The cold did just what it had been expected to do, and her warm tummy was robbed. "Malleable. Soft or hard depending on what you do with it." Barely noticing, Muffin shook her fur free. Her eyes looked down at the patch she had left, the bottom was packed down a couple of inches under the snow around the edge.
"I heard you can even make SnowWolves" She enthused, her expression turning sly as she looked at Kippy. Slyness wasn't really her thing, but it just seemed to fit so well under the circumstances. She didn't want to make a snow wolf just out of snow, that would take a disastrously long time, especially seeing as her paws weren't so versatile and snow melted pretty quickly when you carried in your mouth.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 14, 2009 15:04:51 GMT -5
Kippy listened intently, slowly, by miniscule incriments, he began to come into view once again of his comfort level. He laughed softly, wondering if Muffin was just kidding around. SnowWolves? Really? Now that can't be true... Dismay plagued him suddenly. What if she was just taking advantage of his widely-known state of misery and...desperation? It wasn't eactly a secret, after all, he'd moped around camp and elsewhere plenty enough, in plain view of the rest of the pack.
No...she's just being nice, cool it! You're turning all obsessive compulsive. Just cool it, lay back, chill.
He swayed on his paws, dleiberating silently. Then, after a few moments silence (what could've been just a second or a whole hour to Kippy), he woofed a question, "SnowWolves? How would you go about making one of those?"
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Post by chickenmuffin on Jan 16, 2009 4:30:43 GMT -5
Chicken Muffin was pleased to hear the right question. She half-turned away, her head slowly moving round as if she was watching an object skim across the ground. "Oh, like this" She said with the most childlike innocence, ears flicking back a second before her hind paws scooped up... well, pawfuls of snow, and kicked them at Kippy. Following was a bout of laughter that made her front legs wobble under her weight and drop her into the snow.
((Ooc: **Watches muse float out the window**))
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 16, 2009 17:03:28 GMT -5
(( I loathe the word muse xP ))
Kippy stumbled as dollops of frothy, frozen white slapped him across the face. He blinked rapidly in shock and cold, surprised but not dismayed by Muffin's sudden outburst. To the contrary, the young wolf wagged him tail playfully. It was slow to start moving back and forth, and for a moment, it seemed as if Kippy's tail would forget how to perform the simple movement alltogether. But a moment later, it was waving cheerfully. He crouched low to the ground with eyes narrowed into adventurous slits. "Want to know how to make a Snowy Chicken Muffin?" he shot back at her. His wide grin flashed the pearly whites of his incisors.
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Post by chickenmuffin on Jan 20, 2009 4:34:59 GMT -5
"I think I already know, and I can make a Snow Kipper too" Muffin goaded, crouching down and narrowing her eyes against any snow that should happen to animate itself and start flying into her face. Being a snowy Chicken Muffin wouldn't be any fun if she couldn't make a snow-bound Kippy to keep her company.
Chicken Muffin shifted her weight, loosening her muscles which kept trying to contract with coldness. Her tail flicked with the slightest glimmer of impatience. Her shot had been taken, at least she could give Kippy a chance to retaliate before she (The amazing Chicken with a Muffin on its head) swamped the floor with him, medieval style.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 23, 2009 12:51:06 GMT -5
Kippy narrowed his eyes, crouching, prepared to mercilessly reign over her with snow....but then...
A small smile flashed across his maw and just a second's glimmer entered his eyes. Chicken Muffin was watching him, in the snow....not good. A distraction was needed if he was to fulfill the trick... He snickered softly, then battted a frothy pile of frost in the direction of her gaze. The snow flew forward, and he wasted no time. He retraced his pawprints in the snow, so as not to make new ones, and then hid behind a large drift. He prowled forward, laying low to the ground, and began to maneuver his way back towards Chicken Muffin. I'll come up behind her and she'll think she's in the middle of a blizzard....brilliant! He chuckled inwardly, but outwardly, stayed fixed, certain, and swift on the pathway ahead.
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Post by chickenmuffin on Jan 28, 2009 4:32:10 GMT -5
Muffin shielded her face by turning it to the side and hunching her shoulders over her ears. The snow hit with a dull thwump before falling down off her shoulder, leaving only a few clumps in her fur to mark where it had hit. Proud of how well she had stopped herself getting a face-full of snow, Muffin turned back, and her grin wavered.
Automatically, she circled on the spot, looking in all directions. Stupid snow wouldn't let her see! Muffin gingerly walked to where Kippy had been, and put her nose just above the ground, hindquarters up in the air. Muffin stepped forward, but could hardly catch the trail which was whipped mercilessly by the wind. Growling softly to herself, Muffin took a few more steps forward, now distracted from checking behind herself as she grimly (Vainly and stubbornly more like) tried to beat the wind at its own game.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jan 31, 2009 13:33:06 GMT -5
Kippy paced forward, ears twitching to see if Muffin would guess what he was doing and come up behind him. At least I didn't leave many fresh prints in the snow...and the wind should help me a bit! He continued back around to the place where they had been before, seeing Chicken Muffin's rump high in the air as she inspected his former place of standing. He doubled back over, pausing to hide behind a snowy pine so he could allow himself a moment of silent, triumphant laughter. His body rocked back and forth for a moment, but he managed to clam himself.
Okay....breathe in.....breathe out....let the snow fly!
He rolled out from behind the tree and flipped to his paws, but two feet behind Muffin. He threw back his head,
"AHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
And his paws churned up a continuous gush of white that flew forward, icy jaws outstretched, towards Chicken Muffin.
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Post by chickenmuffin on Feb 4, 2009 4:57:45 GMT -5
Chicken Muffin stiffened, all at once realising Kippy had tricked her and gone around to get her from behind. Stupidly, she turned around to see if he was throwing snow at her. A high-pitched yip escaped as snow landed heavily on her with an airy "Phlump".
Automatically the wolf shook her fur, even when more snow was hitting her. "Arrgh!" Muffin eventually got the idea that moving out the firing range would be good.
With a leap, Muffin pushed herself backwards out the flying snow. "Thats cheating!" She complained, irresistably shaking her fur again. Since when were there rules? Chicken Muffin narrowed her eyes, and took a bite of snow before waiting for Kippy to stop.
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