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Raggedpaw could feel her nose and her toes icing over and the blustering winds sliced against the exposed skin on her legs. Most days, she might have turned back, but today she wanted the outside of her body to feel as cold as the inside did, her heart a glacier in the ocean of her despair. It might have been stupid but she was making a statement! She would sit here, in this weird world of snow, and shiver until either she froze and broke apart into a million little Raggedpaw-pieces or Coralpaw loved her back. Out here in the dead center of WinterClan territory, she plopped down and sat there, head hunkered against her fluffy chest, as the raging tempest swirled frozen fractals all around her.
Cinderpeak shivered. It was freezing out here! He hadn't been this cold when he was younger. Brrr. But like usual, he was trying to prove himself to his clan. He would bring back prey or so help him.
The large gray tom raised an eyebrow and stopped short. An apprentice was shivering out in the territory, just... Sitting there?
"Raggedpaw?" he ventured, hoping that was her name. "What are you doin out here?"
I probably should have mentioned somewhere in my post that she's SpringClan xD but it's cool, we'll run with it
"How do you know my name?!?" She shrieked and leaped to her admittedly frozen paws. Her heart thumped rapidly in her chest, but then she squinted and noticed she recognized this cat from...somewhere. "Hey, have I seen you at a Gatherin or somethin?" That had to be it-- Jetstar had likely shouted her name at some point when she was trying to recruit the other clans' apprentices for a big showdown.
But she had already made herself at home again, as if she wasn't trembling in a blizzard in another clan's territory. "Hi Cinderpeak! Is it always so cold here? I wouldn't want to live in WinterClan all the time if it's like this. SpringClan is way better in new-leaf because all the birds come back and there's flowers everywhere and we get to play in the rain because it isn't too cold," she prattled on like they were old friends. It was one of Raggedpaw's redeeming qualities: Her ability to talk about anything to anyone for any amount of time.
Cinderpeak laughed as she rambled. He supposed he should chase her off their territory, right? But he didn't want to. "It's always cold here," he conceded. "I would love to visit SpringClan sometime! It sounds beautiful."
"It is really pretty. I would say you should visit today but, well, yknow, it's snowing today. Maybe all of WinterClan should come stay in SpringClan if it's always so cold here," suggested the apprentice. Her world was ruled by idealism, not so much fact.
He twitched an ear. "Maybe they should. Hey, is Chestnutpaw still around?" he ventured. "I remember her from a gathering but I haven't seen her in a long time."
Raggedpaw raked her brain for someone by that name but came up short. "No, I don't know someone named Chesnutpaw. I'm sure I would, though. Me, Coralpaw, and Servalpaw know everyone in SpringClan," she told him, then cocked her head, asking, "What's it like in WinterClan? Are the cats nice? I heard they aren't but my clanmates say that a lot about other clans."
He was sad to hear about Chestnutpaw but moved on. "WinterClan is...interesting. I didn't grow up there, so I find much of the customs strange. It's cold and they arrange marriages for you. That's when two cats are supposed to spend their lives together as mates."
"Arranged marriages?" The apprentice echoed the sentiment with a look of confusion, the concept foreign to her. How could two cats who didn't love each other be mates? She loved Coralpaw and that still wasn't enough to make them mates; apparently if only one party was in love, it didn't really count. "Are you in am arranged marriage?"
"Not yet. I have someone who I've been paired with, but we haven't been married yet.. Though if I were to meet another before then, I could choose them." Cinderpeak thought of Northwind, beautiful but blind. "I have loved many others, but I believe I can learn to love her. And how about you? Do you have anyone in mind?"
Many loves? That was another idea that Raggedpaw had never considered before. "I, uh, well...there's someone I like but I don't think she feels the same. It's okay though because she knows and we're still good friends," she said. "What's the she-cat like that you've been paired with?"
"Truthfully?" he asked, putting a paw to his chin thoughtfully. "No idea. I've only met her once. But she's blind."
Cinderpeak flopped to his side in the snow, tired of standing and chatting. He'd rather lie down and chat. "I know how it feels to love someone and have them not love you back. It's rough, kid."
As Cinderpeak made himself seemingly more comfy, Raggedpaw paled at the thought of pressing her body into the snow. Her hairless front legs were beginning to turn blue from exposure already. That probably wasn't a good thing but she ignored it for now. "I wonder what it's like to be blind. The world is so pretty that I can't imagine not seeing it!" Her heart ached for the poor souls that couldn't enjoy the beauty in the world, though.
"I can't imagine that either," he admitted, watching the other clan cat with concern. "Perhaps you should go home now. The WinterClan environment is not healthy for all cats." woof
Raggedpaw frowned, a little dejected by his comment. "I-i'm okay," she lied unconvincingly. "I don't want to go home yet. It's not like anyone wants me there." She scuffed some snow with a frostbitten paw.
