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His own fluffy, and lithe form was candidly showing, as his pelt was glossy and slick from having suffered attack from melting snow. His fur had always been easy to soak in moisture, rather than protect his skin. But here he was, drenched to the toe and feeling albeit a bit down in the dumps. As he found out quickly, Ambrose's luck today didn't seem to be picking up. He shuddered to himself as a chill breeze tickled past his body from the distant, foreboding mountains. Frowning, the creamy colored tom pressed forward, his bright blue eyes focused and unwavering.
It wasn't until he heard the distant rumble of thunder that he was thrust from his thoughts. Replaced by dismal energy was a newfound need to find shelter. If he got any colder, he would probably risk catching a cold. Scanning the terrain, he flipped through his thoughts for anything that might help him. And, glad he had paid attention when he was exploring SpringClans land, he remembered the Abandoned monster sitting in the large field of grass. Would it protect him enough? Shaking the thought away, he dove into the prickly stalks of gold swaying to and fro.
Ambrose made his way sullenly through the pale color of yellow, sneezing once or twice when a stray stalk tickled his nose. When he peeled from the underbrush to lay eyes on the rusted looking heap of monster, he was started again at a sudden clap of thunder. And as if the sky were crying in relief, rain began to slowly melt into a steady fall of water on his pelt. With clinging seeds from the field, he dashed quickly and headfirst into the first opening he saw. Thankfully, he found that it was an opening that led to a rather cozy and protected path underneath the belly of the beast. Plenty of wheat was scattered around him, and he found comfort and warmth in its presence as he directed his attention towards the small window of light overlooking the field he'd just come form. Was it just his imagination, or was that another cat heading his way?
Small paws cut through the grass, big round doe eyes intent on the monster hiding his purpose on coming out. Steps picking up when the first drops of rain splattered along his short tabby coat, fur bristling at the cold shock they brought. "Make room dove." Cicero chirped as he slipping under the monster to take a place beside the other tom. Gifting the other a vibrant smile and tilting his head to examine the other. Shivering a little as he pressed up against the other and found his side getting soaked.
Turning as much as he could under the monster he chided his baby. "Ambrose, dear heart, you're going to catch a cough if you aren't careful." A rough tongue started running across the others soaked coat, movements firm as Cicero worked on grooming the others pelt. Occasionally pausing to let out a sigh or disappointed noise. "You worry me my nightingale, what with you taking such poor care of yourself. It would tear me apart to see you sick or in poor health."
Thinking back, he probably should have guessed it would have been Cicero. He spent most of his time with him, nowadays. The creamy tom hummed in a melodic sort of way, making way for Cicero as he laid next to him and began to groom his damp fur. Ambrose couldn't help leaning into the show of affection, a small purr rumbling at the back of his throat. After he knew the tom was done scolding his recklessness, he opened his bright blue eyes and shuffled his paws against the dry ground. "I know, I know — I'm sorry, Cicero," he said apologetically. His gaze danced up to meet the others with a bright and lively sort of glow. "I probably should have payed attention to the weather before I came out."
He huddled closer to the tabby tom, relishing in the warmth he radiated despite the obvious chill rolling in from the rain. "At least this means that the rain will bring more life. We could stand for some plumper prey."
"Life..." Cicero hummed in agreement, though the word seemed absent; the toms thoughts obviously not on the words preceding Ambrose's statement. Caring little for plentiful prey; as long as there was enough for himself, his mates, and the generals he could care less. "Yes, with spring here new life is starting to blossom. Desidre had kits even, with some Winterclan tom if I'm no mistaken. Meaning there is more than one kit now among the treasured." Cicero tossed Ambrose a look, silently wondering how he felt about it as Ambrose tended to be the most involved with the young cats of the group before they outgrew their treasured status and were thrown to the wolves.
But Cicero thought it kept his little bird busy and mostly out of harms way; a win win for him. "I shall have to talk to her and see if she actually learned anything of Winterclan during her dalliance, she does not strike me as a caring type so I assume her interaction was driven by something else." If she had nothing of worth to show from it Cicero was going to be aggravated.
Ambrose glanced at his companion, eyes flashing with a sort of wondering. "I'm sure she found at least something useful out. She and her father seem to be resourceful, so I wouldn't worry too much about it," he soothed, watched as the droplets of water would drip against the foliage and spring to the earth below. He thoroughly enjoyed the rich scents rolling in from the field. It possibly even made staying in camp all the time to tend the kits worth it.
And, at the thought of newer kits, he seemed to brighten immensely. "That's right! We're getting new Treasured, aren't we? I'm sure they'll be keeping my paws busy," he said whimsically, stretching his paws in anticipation. The creamy tom glanced back at Cicero, eyes swimming with delight. "Two birds with one stone, I guess? Some new kittens, and possibly WinterClan information."
"I shall have to talk to her if she has nothing to show for it other than kits of-course. Letting yourself be that vulnerable for no discernible reason; foolish." He hummed, cruel words sounding blase as the tom himself didn't even consider them that cruel. "On the topic of speaking to my members, how are yourself and Caspian?" Cicero asked suddenly, turning round eyes towards his little mate, but his gaze intense. He was always careful in speaking to either of his mates about the other, though Ambrose was usually much easier to handle. Caspian could be oh so bitter if Cicero brought up Ambrose to him.
