More Luck Than Judgement [ Azalea ]

[robin]

Reserved for Azalea!

It was unusual, how there was a sudden snowfall in such an awkward time of the year. That little bit of time, after Christmas and New Year where everyone's getting back to their everyday lives. So, snow wasn't what Robin had expected. The gentle slopes were covered in a thick blanket of white snow, with snowflakes still meandering down from the air. It was freezing outside, but a small ball of orange fluff was curled up in a comfortable hole. He'd found it, out of more luck than judgement, in the middle of the night in the day before. He was tired, and there wasn't anywhere else he could go apart from an abandoned den that seemed to have been last owned by a group of rabbits, or hares. A small pink nosed poked through the round circlular hole which he used for an entrance. The cat quickly withdrew, as a chilly white flake landed on his muzzle.

What was all this stuff!? Robin raised his slim body swiftly to his paws, leaning down slightly in the cover of the den. He stretched out each paw in turn, flicking it about slightly and flexing his claws. Okay, he'd have to brave this mysterious, pallid substance! The young feline backed up, until his skinny frame was pushed against the back wall. With a surge of speed and energy, he dashed fowards. His paws slammed against the muddy ground as he pushed himself up into a massive spring. BUMP. His furry head bashed against the roof of the little cave as he tried to exit, causing him to trip and bounce into the snow. "Argh!" Robin let out a short, high pitched cry as some liquid sunk into his fur, dampening his coat. Blinking, he scrambled to his paws, and flicked his golden gaze around the area - amazed.

In his young life, he had never seen anything like it before. He'd heard stories, of course, but never the real thing. He leapt into a non-snowy patch under the shade of a tree, and cautiously extended a paw. Well, it didn't exactly look like it was going to eat him! Summing up all of his bravery, he ran into the snow, flicking up sprays of white as he ran. It was good to play - he had lost some of his kittenish behaviour over the years, but definately not all! Now all I need is a friend, he thought inwardly. He hadn't seen Dandi for a while. Or Coon. Or Lily. Or Magic. Or Willow or Cedar or Fern or Nest! The cats he'd met up with most recently were Phantom and Azalea, who seemed great. He'd only just met them, yes, but he still thought about them. Why? Nobody knew. He was just a social, think about everyone kind of cat.

That Azalea had been pretty though... He thought. And she had. No, no, no! He cried out in his mind. What am I do-ing. I'm here to have fun, and I end up thinking about crazy things like that. I've heard all of those stories, where boy cat thinks girl cat is pretty and vice versa with handsome and all that. I'm way too young for all that junk anyhow. Robin was thinking quite lightly and brightly, almost laughing about it. He wasn't embarrassed in anyway that he'd thought about Azalea like that - it was forgotten now. Suddenly, he remembered something his mother had told him. "Snowcats!" The little cat murmured under his breath, grinning. Fast as lightning, he darted over to a small pile of snow and started poking it with his paws. Using his long thin tail to sweep snow together, he'd soon cleared an area with a big pile of snow in the middle.

Whiskers twitching, excited, he began to shape the snow. He ran his paw down the snowy back of the creature, poking its paws into shape. It was a really odd looking cat! There was a strange, almost slurping sound as a block of icy snow that looks somewhat like a tail collapsed off the cat, landing with a CRASH on the ground. Now, tail-less, Robin was sure it reminded him of someone.

ooc:; I'm so sorry it took so long to do this! I've been ultra-busy with school and everything. D:

[hakumei]

(AWW XD And late-ness is no prob :3)

Yawning, Azalease ears swiveled towards the noise. She'd just been dozing, perhaps into the middle of the day for all she knew. She decided to bound into a tree; snow couldn't fall on her there. Snow wasn't a problem; she was pretty much invisible if she was in it, but it was cold!

It always looked too pretty to be cold, Azalea mused, laying her head on her paws. All sparkly and whatnot. Like a big fluffy wool blanket, only prettier and neater. But alas, it wasn't like the wool blanket. I sorta miss that, she said. The wool blanket was certainly a big part of her childhood.

The last time she saw her brothers and sisters they were snoozing there. Her older brother, Naoki, was a silver tabby + white, and was the one who inspired her to run off. She sure did miss his sense of leadership, his sense of humor.

Azalea's stomach growled, and she sighed, shivering, and went about decending the tree. However, this was easier meowed than done. She gignerly placed each round, white paw on a branch, and then scrambled down the trunk, landing in a heap in the bottom, and before she knew it two great hunks of snow piled on top of her, covering her head in an icy hat.

She yowled in surprise, shaking it off, and dancing up and down to warm back up. She hopped through the cold white blanket like a rabbit, but before she spotted a mouse or a vole or anything delectable, she spotted something orange and fluffy instead.

"...Robin? You're up here too?" She called out, trotting over to him, standing in the patch of snowless ground next to him(that, judging from the scent, he'd only recently abandoned) and shaking herself. "Funny we'd meet again so soon!" She said, breaking the silnce again, and purring nervously, tail wagging lethargically.