Ravenstone sat with her paws tucked in neatly and her tail curled over them as she watched the snow fall just outside. The flakes were getting bigger and falling faster, she had never really seen anything quite like it, weather like this in Summerclan was practically unheard of. "Do storms like this happen often farther up the mountain? We don't usually get leaf-bare storms." Sure they got rainstorms and thunderstorms but this was an entirely different monster that chilled her to the bone and made her shiver in her own fur. His words did not give her hope, she would probably freeze to death before this storm let up at this rate.

She blinked at him a few times. "Of course I'll be fine," She mewed stubbornly but not unkindly. After all, there were cats awaiting her return so she didn't have a say in the matter she had to be fine. She chuckled softly to herself as she remembered a game her son came up with when he experienced his first snowfall and she gazed back outside fondly. "Do you want to play a game?" She asked, a glint of mischievousness in her grey eyes that hinted at her young age and true nature. He didn't get it from no where after all.

She laughed lightly at his confusion and clear lack of familiarity with the concept of a game. "It was something my son thought up when he was a tiny kit. The point is to draw a snowflake and get as many points and as many gaps as possible." It was simple and could hardly be called a game but it would be better than the inevitable and heavy silence that would have fallen over them otherwise. She could think of better games, but they required a little more mobility than the tree had to offer them.

She nodded and extended a claw, drawing careful and calculated lines. "The idea is for your snowflake to be clearly visible, although I admit it's much easier in the harder soil of leaf-bare." The patient she-cat took her time and was left with a rather large snowflake with tiny little points. "After this, I would put a pattern in the middle and make it look nice." She demonstrated and looked down at the snowflake outline, a cloud of pain and sorrow filling her eyes for a brief moment as she remembered how her and Dragonrage would sit and do this with their kits not that long ago. She shook the thoughts away and looked at him with a deep and expectant look. Now was not the time to grieve over her lost mate, he was gone and there was no bringing him back.

She nodded and looked down at the snowflake. "I'm alright, I was just remembering someone who died a while ago." She at the very least presumed him to be dead. He vanished without a trace and he would have never abandoned her, not without saying something first at the very least. "I lost my mate earlier this year," She added after a few moments, "But, he walks among the stars and I know he is not alone." Ravenstone allowed herself to think about it for a brief moment longer before shaking her fur slightly although it likely could have been mistaken as another one of her long shivers.

"Sorry if I spoiled your mood." She apologized gently, not that he seemed to have been in an incredibly amazing or happy mood to begin with.

Despite him being practically a stranger and technically an enemy warrior, she took comfort in his warmth and gave a large shiver as he pressed his fur against hers. His fur was so warm and thick that it started helping almost immediately. Her fur felt warm and she hiccuped nervously, an old habit of hers come to bite her back in the tail, apparently. She wasn't really sure what to say so she watched him draw his own snowflake thoughtfully. She glanced up at him as he drew and a realization passed over her, for being a Winterclan warrior he seemed to be unusually gentle in his own way. On top of that, she could tell he was a prison guard by the purposeful scars on his body that so often signified a Prison Guard. She had only heard rumors and stories of what they endured to earn their positions and the Summerclan cat could not help but feel a bit of admiration, it took a lot of loyalty to endure such pain for your clan.

She looked away, a bit embarrassed as she realized she had been staring and looked down with a smile. "I like your snowflake. It's very nice." She said warmly, glancing at her own. She liked hers but his was better. The she-cat stared for just a few moments longer before nodding and laying down as well. He was right, they should rest. Hopefully the snow would not spill into the tree and it would stop by morning. She rested her head on her front paws and looked forward, suddenly feeling very aware of her surroundings as her fur prickled. Would she be able to sleep in this den next to him? She wondered but her paws felt heavy and full of exhaustion, she had been on the dawn patrol this morning so she was extra weary.

"What a shame, I had so many plans." She mused with a soft purr.

Ravenstone could not stop her shivering. As time drew on, she could only feel her shivers becoming larger and wracking her whole body. She had said she would be fine but a flicker of worry passed over her heart. Normally during a storm like this, all of Summerclan would sleep in the warriors den, even the queens, kits, and apprentices, to be sure that every cat received the appropriate warmth but she did not have clannates to rely on out here and she worried for her kits and for snowkit, trusting Soulmadness who was the only other queen to look after her adopted daughter.

When the warrior curled around her, almost protectively it was like she was suddenly wrapped in a blanket of warmth and her head lifted to look at him. She blinked at him gratefully before leaning into him slightly. She didn't know a cat could be so warm, especially during this weather. It did not take long before her wrecking shivers began to ebb away and she let a brief and very soft purr of gratitude.

[ My heart is oozing he's so precious, ]

Ravenstone felt exhausted and the warmth did not help anything. He was big, soft and warm and it lulled her into a deep sleep she didn't think she would be capable of. It was like being wrapped in the warm embrace of someone you had not seen in moons or were rekindlng a friendship with. She had never met this warrior but already knew that she was in debt to him but for now they slept as if they were clanmates in their den. For the first time in a while, it was a peaceful and dreamless sleep.

The jet black she-cat blinked her grey eyes rapidly as sunlight streamed in, filling the log they had spent the night in. She opened her mouth in a deep yawn and let her head drop on her paws as she tried to wake herself up. She felt strangely refreshed and warm.