Twolegs, monsters, and a lot of snow [tagged]

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'But things will be getting better now.' she was assuring herself between the licks. 'You have Chasm and Cole now. They don't know about this, they can't blame you.'
Just as she mentioned the two toms in her thoughts, she could hear a friendly, but tired greeting of one of them behind her.
She was just about to look at him, but quickly licked her paw and cleaned the fur around her eyes again in case any traces of tears still stayed there. She didn't want him to see her like this. After that she finally turned to him, and offered her own silent greeting - a smile.
She would love to have a chat with him, to brighten up the mood, to plan what were they going to do.. But she knew that it wasn't possible. That stupid block in her head..
At least to try to start a monologue-conversation, she looked down and flicked her tail towards the snow-covered ground. Weather, a bit weak thing to start with, but as long as there wasn't this awkward silence, it could do.

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OwlSpirit

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Why was it so cold?
Cole woke up when the first rays of sunlight lit up the sky with a dim grey light, and right after he raised his head, he immediately huddled closer to the branch as the cold air bit him in his skin. Why did it have to be him to have the shortest fur?
Shivering like an aspen leaf he looked around for his two friends. Their branches were empty.
'Did they leave without me?' he thought, fear starting to nag in his belly. But when he raised his gaze a little bit, he saw the two cats sitting on one higher branch.
'What are they..?' he thought, but remained in his curled up position to preserve the little warm that was left in his body.

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"G-good morning t-to you t-too, Cas." Cole responded to Chasm's teasing tone with his own, though the teasing was mostly hidden under the sound of his chattering teeth and shifted a bit, tucking his forepaws under his chest. Oh, how he wished he had fur like Cas or Robin.

Seeing the shivering tom, the torbie tried to think of a way to warm him or at least any other way to help. Maybe food would help at least a bit? She poked Cole with her paw so he payed attention, and then tapped at her slightly open muzzle. After she met only with a confused stare, she flicked her tail and climbed down the tree. After landing in the cold white layer, she went to search for the vole the ginger tom caught yesterday, shaking her paws at every step. Shortly after she found the place where the prey was buried, dug it out, and climbed back. She dropped the rodent and pushed it towards Cole. Then she looked at the tom, then at Cas, pointed at the vole and moved with her head towards the forest. 'I'm gonna catch some more for us."

"T-thanks" he mewed before Robin leaped off the tree again and disappeared in the frost-covered bushes

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Cole sniffed the vole Robin gave him, and quite couldn't get himself to eat it. Yesterday when he caught it, it looked much tastier. He reluctantly took one bite and had to wrinkle his nose. It tasted like a piece of that thing nofurs wear on their hind paws that he tried to eat once when there was no other food.
"S-sure" he mewed when Chasm informed him that he was going hunting too, and huddled closer to the branch.

Robin padded through the sparkly white forest, with the sun rising in front of her, so she had to squint her eyes under the sharp light even multiplied by the snow. The frosty layer was crunching under her paws and the cold air was stinging in her nose. The white world around her was motionless, not even a breete was playing with the bare branches.
She couldn't see anything that could be considered a prey, so she went deeper into the forest.
There, finally she spotted something!
A smaller crow could be seen among the branches of a bush, pecking something on the ground, probably a nut. 'Heh, it would be a funny coincidence if it was that nut Chasm stepped on yesterday.' she thought, and got an idea. 'How about I check if I still know my bird hunting technique?'
The technique she was thinking of was usually used when the targeted bird was in a place that couldn't be reached by the cat, but still low on the ground. It consisted of scaring the bird so it flew out of it's hiding place if there were two cats to help each other, and just waiting for the bird to fly out by itself; and jumping high in the air and catching the bird in mid-air. A very difficult move, but very useful in the mountains with it's many cracks in the rocks and other places where the birds could hide.
It was a difficult move, but after a lot of training, one could manage it with quite ease.
So Robin quickly and silently moved closer to the bush the crow was hiding in, and waited.
Long minutes passed and the she-cat's paws were beginning to freeze, but finally the bird flew out of the bush. Robin sprang after it, following it's flight and when she was below it, she leaped up, more than three rabbit-lenghts high. She collided with the bird and tackled it down with her teeth and forepaws. But because of how she twisted in the air, she landed a bit awkwardly. As she hit the ground, her left foreleg gave way under her and she fell over, letting out a hiss both painful and annoyed. 'Argh, foxdung!' 
But she stood up quickly and stepped on with the hurting foreleg to check how much damage was there. 'Oh, it's probably just strained a bit.' she thought with a sigh of relief. She will be limping for few hours and it will hurt for few days probably, but nothing serious.
So she grabbed the crow and went to find a place to bury it, stepping very lightly on her hurting leg.

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The brown torbie froze as she heard some rustling getting closer towards her. She stood with legs more spread to sides for better balance and her green eyes almost hypnotised the part of the forest in front of her, where the sounds have been coming from. As it got nearer, she could recognise a dark shape. Was it one of these small dogs? A large rabbit? Or, and at this thought her stomach to be in knots, a badger?
But then a familiar figure emerged out of the bushes, though he still caused her to jump in surprise. As she landed on her aching leg, she hissed slightly again and gave Cas that type of glare that said 'Chasm, what the hell?'
But even though she was annoyed by the fact that she got easily scared by him,
she was also quite.. glad that he seemingly worried about her.
She picked up the crow she dropped when Cas scared her, and tried to explain that she hurt her leg when catching it. She tapped at the crow with her paw and raised her head, roughly marking the bird's flight track, meaning that it was flying. Then she hopped on her three healthy feet once, signifying that she jumped to catch the crow; and then pointed at the spot where there was a dip in the snow, showing that something has fallen there. Robin then moved with the strained shoulder, and frowned a bit as the still sharp pain ran through it. But she brushed it off with a careless tail flick as if saying that nothing too bad happened.

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Did he really understand or did he nod just to look like he understood, like some cats often did? But that didn't matter.
But should she really return to the tree, how Cas suggested her? It would probably be the wise thing to do, her paw would get some rest.
But she would feel bad for Chasm having to hunt for all three of them alone.
But Cole was left there alone, defenseless, what if something attacked him?
But it felt as something was telling her that she wanted to stay here, with Chasm. Did she.. no, that was absurd. But still..
Robin stood indecisively, looking towards their tree and then back at the black tom and into the forest. 'I think I should go back..' she thought and slowly turned around, taking few steps towards their tree.
But then she told herself: 'Nah, Cole will be fine. He'll be safe from predators if he stays on the tree, and we have to hunt as much prey as possible before it disappears.' and hopped on three legs in the opposite direction. She buried the crow next to a leafless blueberry bush, and flicked with her head towards the forest, putting her hurting paw onto the ground as a sign that she can manage hunting with it.

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OwlSpirit