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He could hear the soft crunch every so often when someone walked past the elder's den entrance. He couldn't tell was it leaves?? snow?? to him they both had a similar sound. They also both meant that winter was coming. Dovecaper really hated the winter. It made the elder's den feel drafty and the icy wind in the middle of the night chilled him to his core. He was certain he was going to turn into a caticle. To make matters worse he was the only elder in Fallclan. Meaning he had the decent sized den all to himself. After tossing and turning to the cold all night he decided to do something about it. He was going to yell at the nearest cat he could find. He slowly shuffled his paws until he made it to the entrance and his paws hit cold YUCK SNOW! he made a disgusted look and then looked at the nearest colored blob. "Can I speak to you." He mewed trying to sound polite but his patiences were wearing thin. Another problem is Dovecaper was so blind that he could tell if he was speaking to a warrior, apprentice, kitten or even a rock!
"Certainly," Willowpaw responded with a light twitch of her whiskers. The eccentric apprentice was unsure why the elder was speaking to her when he never had before, but she was bored at the moment, what with Cavepaw busy with his medicine cat apprentice duties. She had been arranging an odd collection of broken rocks, but she turned to face the elder.
"What is there to speak of?" She asked, in her speech and accent that designated her as outsider, other, foreign. A strange cat from a strange place, but one that was more than willing to speak with a stranger.
"Well it was more of a request. The elder's den is awfully cold at night now that it is winter. I was wondering if I could get some more moss or possibly gather some other members together to patch up the den, because its getting rather drafty and I'm sure Chestnutheart and Cavepaw would hate to have more sick patients." Dovecaper stated his tail tip twitching ever so slightly.
