WINTER is playing while SUMMER is sleeping [open]

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And in my darkest hours
I always turned to you for help.

{ The frail form moved quickly over the snow covered plain, leaving a zigzag of footprints to trail in the snow. A single crow watched from a high boulder, scolding the figure simply because there was nothing else to scold. It seemed the place was deserted, as all forms of life simply huddled where they were and kept quiet, hoping spring would soon be with them.

{ Konara paid no mind to the crow, and instead paid attention to sounds beneath the snow, sticking her simple gray face into a hole in the cold blanket, sniffing and searching for a meal. Prey had almost become a myth because of its scarcity, but the grayish female seemed blissfully unaware. Farther and farther she walked, happily checking under the snow every few steps for a sign of life. She really viewed winter as a long fast, rather than a season of shortage and hardship for all. Fasts didn't bother her, though it did take a toll on her appearance.

{ What is this? Konara closed her green eye and focused with her magenta one, peering at what looked like a mouse tail from the left. Slowly, gracefully, she leaned forward, suddenly frozen and balanced in the air as she tried not to make any noise. Pounce! It was caught. But the "it" was a dry blade of grass, its leaves and seeds long nibbled away. Oh curses. Sighing lightly through her nose, the gray cat swatted the grass away and continued her search.

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And in my darkest hours
Your love was always felt.

[Tempestfury]

"Having no luck Kona?" A tall-and-slim built tom wandered over to his leader, through slowly, also searching for some prey to catch. Placing almost no wieght on his legs as he walked fowards, the mutli-coloured tom slid across the ground like a shadow, leaving only a set of faint paw-prints in his wake.

[}xx.£eaƒm∞n , ,]

And in my darkest hours
I always turned to you for help.

{ The thin she-cat looked up at the sound of her name, ears swiveling to target the voice. She spotted the blue and white follower of her cult, also scavenging for a meal in the bleak land. Smiling mildly, Konara sat where she was in the snow, her ratty tail curling around her small paws, eyes set on the tom. "Luck is what we make of it, and what I see here is simply winter. Moonmother must want us to think over our actions, so she is depriving us of food so we will sit and meditate on our wrongs," the feline replied with great confidence, her mismatched eyes turned skyward. The leader herself could not think of anything she had done wrong, so she assumed someone in her cult was doing something against Moonmother's morals.

{ A small sound reached the thin gray ears from some distance away, which made Konara turn and freeze, her whiskers forward but unmoving. Was it prey? She certainly hoped so. The leader stood and prowled slowly and softly over the cold snow, the wind pushing in her face and delivering a faint scent of life. Konara lowered and slunk along the ground, trying to be as quiet and invisible as possible. Perhaps Moonmother has recognised my logic, and is rewarding me, the cult leader mused to herself, focusing her senses straight ahead.

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And in my darkest hours
Your love was always felt.

[Tempestfury]

'Prehaps you are right with why winter exists. Through there may be a different reason...' Tempestfury thought, as he watched his leader hunt. His blue eyes carefully watched his leader, notcing every twitch of her tails, every ripple of her fur coat. This multi-colured tom was an expert at perception, able to notice things which others either missed or skipped over.

One thing that Tempestfury noticed was the slight increase in the warmth, another was that the snow was also getting more liqued like, all of these signs that greenleaf was comming. Through it would be some while left until the prey began to show once again, it still marked that there was not long left until all cats alive could add another season to the length of their life.

[}xx.£eaƒm∞n , ,]

And in my darkest hours
I always turned to you for help.

{ The frail gray cat crept closer and closer across the snow, towards what, she wasn't sure. Leaning very slowly and precisely on her thin legs, she rocked back and forth with each step like a chameleon, not knowing what it was she was approaching. As she neared, the sounds slowly raised in tiny volumes, and Konara was sure it was a rodent. She hoped it was.

{ There, another crackle beneath the snow! What could it be?

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And in my darkest hours
Your love was always felt.

[Tempestfury]

A thought came to the follower, and a mischievous smile spread across his face. Dropping down into a hunter's crouch, Tempestfury crept forwards after his leader, preparing to spring.

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^{the last day you see
before you are swept away}

The day had been a boring one for the multicolored cat. Thick gray paws slid over the layer of snow coating where grass used to be while Friday's violet eyes scanned the area. Another day trodding along a desolate landscape of white. A twig here, another dent in the snow there, those were her only friends. But when the leopard-like cat rounded what looked like a snow-covered bush, two others came into view. At first they seemed to be unmoving blotches against the stark white snowfall, a figment of her elusive imagination.

Closing in on the shapes with her tall ears angled forward, Friday stood taller when she realized they were in fact cats. Ones from the Cult. And none other than Konara. The male, Tempestfury was also there. He seemed to be up to something, having been creeping toward the leader with a questionable expression in his eyes. Warm breath billowed out from her muzzle as the purple and black marked female observed from her stance a few yards away.

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[}xx.£eaƒm∞n , ,]

And in my darkest hours
I always turned to you for help.

{ The frail form moved quickly over the snow covered plain, leaving a zigzag of footprints to trail in the snow. A single crow watched from a high boulder, scolding the figure simply because there was nothing else to scold. It seemed the place was deserted, as all forms of life simply huddled where they were and kept quiet, hoping spring would soon be with them.

{ Konara stood tall, her thin neck stretched out, sniffing the air and angling her ears in all directions. Another crunch of the soft snow creaked behind her, causing her to turn. The leader turned to see Tempestfury trying to sneak up on her, pulling a grin across her whiskerpads. "You are going to have to be a lot sneakier than that if you wish to find something to eat," she chided goodnaturedly, turning back around and padding across the field. The sun was showing his face finally, making it feel like the cold weather would soon pass.

{ The direction of a small wind changed, and Konara detected another presence nearby. She turned, magenta and green eyes searching out from her thin face. A visitor! Only fox-lengths away was a mysterious gray, black, and purple she-cat, watching the black she-cat and her follower serenely. The leader saw this as an oppurtunity to convert a lost individual. "Hello there stranger, what brings you to the lands of the Moonchildren?" Konara called out with warmth, curling her tailtip into the air.

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And in my darkest hours
Your love was always felt.

[Tempestfury]

Outwardly, the multi-coloured tom, smiled back at his leader, accepting her words with a nod. Inwadly he was cursing, annoyed that he hadn't managed to sneak up to her and suprise her. Promising to himself that next time, he will surpise her. As it was, a new cat had arrived, and Tempestfury's curiosty took over, and even as he promised to suprise he leader, his paws where already moving him towards the new cat.

[xx_Ƨǃlvawisha_?]

^{the last day you see
before you are swept away}

Still she stood, violet eyes following the two figures as they spoke. The grayish black female had a thin stature but seemed to hold some position that the male respected. They were out hunting, from the short conversation the loner had overheard. The feline's stance didn't waver as the two took notice of her arrival. Its about time. thought Friday, her thick tail flicking in a momentary breeze. Her light nose twitched, searching for the scent of the two cats before her, but the wind was blowing away from her direction. "Hello." Friday mused, an ear twitching as she spoke. "I've just been.. you know, wandering." These were the first she'd encountered in a few moons, and the leopard-like cat spoke with a guarded look in her eyes. Her thick gray coat was ruffled in the steady breeze, so one would have noticed her fur rising slightly at the sudden approach of the male.

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