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[Roxie !]

OOC// Uh...yeah. I dunno who to post with, and Drizzle is like, neglected. Here we go.

IC// Dark clouds hung ominously over the moorland. Most of the felines who lived there had fled to camp to find shelter before the storm hit. One wouldn't want the misfortune of losing their way out here in a thick flurry of snowfall. For the snow had only started falling around twenty minutes previously, and already it was accumulating on the ground with alarming speed. The funny thing was, one cat hardly even seemed to notice, let alone mind. In fact, she showed little emotion at all, trudging through the snow in an aimless direction. She was small, even for an apprentice, and the snow was already nearly up to her knees. Drizzlepaw, as she was called, seemed oblivious. Her head was kept ducked down, ears flattened to her skull. Cold eyes stared blankly at the ground, blank, unexpressive. Who could tell what the little she-cat was thinking, for she kept herself carefully tucked away from the rest of the world, both emotionally and physically. After all, she could be safe in camp, curled up in her den with the rest of the apprentices. Instead, she was out here, the snowflakes clinging to her wild tabby fur, the winds nipping at her nose and whiskers. She'd have to find shelter soon, she supposed. It was getting cold.

So Drizzlepaw padded with some effort through the drifts of crystal, her pale, stormy eyes never leaving the ground. Almost as if in answer to her thoughts, however, the snow fall slowly began to slow, and eventually stopped. Just in time, too, because the snow had almost made its way to her chest. She paused, blinking at the world around her. It was only then that Drizzlepaw realized that she'd been heading back toward the camp. It was probably instinct, but at any rate, she wasn't keen to head back now, especially with the snow having stopped. She paused, considering mutely, before turning pointedly and stalking in the other direction.

It wasn't that Drizzlepaw thought herself above other cats; oh no, her self-esteem was low as could be. But company meant an unwanted and tiring charade of pretending to be "cheerful" and "normal". And, well, she just...wasn't. So why bother allowing others to stare? She found being on her own much more contenting anyway. There were things to enjoy out here, weren't there? As long as she was careful to distance herself from her dark, dreary thoughts. Ha. That would happen.

Her wandering path became aimless again. Perhaps she would go find a tree to rest under and clean her striped pelt free of snowflakes; they got a bit uncomfortable after awhile. Or maybe she'd hunt. It was leaf-bare, after all, and she'd might as well make her scrawny form useful.