Snow Days

The massive cat blinked slowly, a steady purr rumbling from her chest as golden eyes gazed at the snowy trees. Icicles hanged from the barren branches, gleaming in the dim sunlight. Vibrant, striped fur moved with each breath in stark contrast to the pure white snow she was surrounded with. Her head rested on her large paws, claws absently kneading against the stone she was lounging on. There wasn’t a lot of warmth in Deepfrost, but cats enjoy the sun, and the tigress was soaking up as much of it as she could get in the cold weather. Her tail flicked almost impatiently, but she was actually quite content in the solitude of the winters woods. She rose to her feet, stretching easily with a quick shake to remove the flurries from her fur. Rhea licked her leg once, then lifted her head high, breath clouding in front of her face as she took in large breaths to gather scent. She was experienced enough in both of her forms to be able to recognize the scents of those she knew. This was a new smell, but it drew her attention. Snow crunched beneath her paws with each step, the large cat unable to brace herself above it all. She always liked snow, remembering as she began bounding through the white blanket covering the ground, a rather ridiculous scene for most onlookers to come across. rhea Be Humble, But Be A Beast