Rounded paws crunched their way through the freshly fallen snow as Tulip-paw made her way towards the river. She had promised one of the kits in the nursery that she would find them the best and shiniest rock she could get her paws on! So of course, even with the snow all the way to her chest fluff, the apprentice began her trek. It was days like this that the golden she-cat was grateful for her double-coated pelt, and while she still felt the cold between her toes, it was more refreshing than bitter.
As she got closer to the river banks, Tulip would take a moment to appreciate how pretty Riverclan territory was even in the colder moons. The forest was quick save for the soft babbling of flowing water from the patches that had melted in the sunlight. While herbs were scarce during this time, Tulip remembers her mother telling her that the herbs needed the snow and rain to grow during the warm months.
With a new sense of determination, the apprentice would give a stern nod before beginning to dig. Perhaps she would even get lucky and find some plants growing beneath the snow!