Let it :S N O W: {Trixie!}

[{Laurel.}]

Apollo dashed around the field with his tongue out, chasing after snowflakes as the floated down toward the ground. He was ecstatic. He hadn’t seen snow in almost a whole 10 moons, and he’d missed it dearly… though he’d forgotten about it in it’s absence. Now it was back though, being herded into his mouth, and run through by a mesmerized little fox.

After catching snowflakes had lost it’s appeal, Apollo finally stopped running, and looked down at the snow beneath him. There was quite a bit there, enough to cover up his paws at least, and it needed to be played with. He bent down and sniffed the snow, before kicking his back legs wildly to dig a hole. When it was satisfactory, he exhaled, sending a puff of steam up into the air. He watched it dissipate before turning back to the hole.

Now… what was this hole for? He couldn’t quite remember why he’d dug it… so he stepped into it, turned around a few times, and laid down to think about why he would possibly need a hole. His mind raced to and fro as the snow piled onto him. He was okay with that though. Heck, the snow could bury him and he would be perfectly fine. It was quite warm, after all.

After a long moment, Apollo stood abruptly. The snow that had stuck to his back now fell off like an avalanche. Now he remembered… he hadn’t dug the hole to dig a hole… he’d dug the hole to use the contents to build a pile of snow… which was far more entertaining than a hole. He stepped around and angled himself so the little pile he’d managed to make already was directly behind him. He took a deep breath, and began to kick again, sending bits of snow through the air, and ultimately into a fluffy stack.

He did this for a while until he was happy with his work. He stepped back to admire it, and after a few moments, he ran in the opposite direction. He took one final look at the pile, and commenced barreling toward it at full speed. He flopped onto it, not realizing that it wasn’t as soft as the rest of the snow, and tumbled over the top. Thousands of flakes flew up into the air as Apollo landed flat on his back. Every bit of air was forced out of his body, and floated up from his mouth in another puff of vapor. He took a moment to catch his breath before rolling over and pricking up his ears.

Someone was out there. He hoped it was a friend. Apollo wanted someone to play with. He shook the remaining snow out of his fur and sat down. He took a deep breath and shouted “Hellooo~” sending more vapor into the air, and echoing back at him a second later. He looked around and listened closely for a response. Today was a friend kind of day, and maybe, just maybe, he’d find one.

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I'll be your butterfly, I'll be anything you need
Just promise you'll stay by me, and never let me bleed;

The feline form crouched uneasily within the entrance to a burrow in the side of the hill, watching with wide blue-green eyes as the snow fell. Snowflakes wandered aimlessly through the air, often landing on her antlers and sliding down to splash into her eyes, which would make the strange cat twitch and shake her fur. Trixie had awoken to find a winter wonderland before her, with far more snow and wind than there had been in the deep forests where she had explored only days before.

Green and black wings stretched as far as the burrow would allow for a moment, gently shaking off any flakes or water before folding back into place, the iridescent scales glittering like the falling ice. The pink and blue cat craned her neck out to look around the hill, seeing the ground sloped away from her, bird tracks at its lowest point. Trixie was aware that she was hungry, and that being well-fed would keep one warmer in this kind of weather, so she finally stepped out of the cover of the old burrow to stretch everything completely. A quick glance around was followed by a few quick paces, before the great butterfly wings on her back began to move.

How such papery wings could hoist such a great cat off the ground is no doubt a wonder and a mystery, same as that of how bees could fly. Trixie had some difficulty keeping herself stable in the air, with the snow dampening her wings and the wind pushing her off-course occasionally. Eventually she decided it was easier to walk on a day like this, so she glided to the ground, slipping a bit as she landed from ice beneath the snow.

As the thin wings moved back to rest on her body, Trixie pricked up her ears to a noise. It rather sounded like there was something moving nearby, but she couldn't quite tell, for she had landed in a dip in the landscape. Moving silently and low to the ground, she crept up a small rise nearby and peered out with big eyes. Hellooooo!

[/b] The greeting was sudden, and loud, causing Trixie to flinch and puff out her fur, her wings snapping out as though to flee. She paused before standing straight and finding the source of the call, surprised to find it was a fox. Oh noooo, does Foxy want to eat Trixie? Trixie hopes not. "Hello stranger, what is foxy doing talking to Trixie, Trixie wonders?" the pink feline called back, stepping forward warily and with wings set to move in case the fox proved to be sly.
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