it's WINTA, time to get FACEWASHED

ooc. this is an all welcome snowball fight, for the winta intellect prompt. If you're joining, please commit, I wanna have winta fun with the babies! Expect to make some friends, and lose feeling in some toes! Once the word count is met, we can have a thread where they warm up by the fire or something, hmu friendos

Trudging through a fresh snowfall, the pale boy wandered from the safety of the Abaven borders and northwards. He wanted to enjoy the winter, while it was still mild enough to be outside for a while. His coat had thickened considerably already, and with the ground covered in snow he blended in almost perfectly. His face and legs stuck out a little, but it hadn't presented too much of a problem yet. When he reached the edge of the Rock Garden, an idea began to form in his mind. Should he go back for his siblings? He wanted them to share in the potential fun he was cooking up. Maybe they could still hear him if he called for them out here. Wading through the snow, he let his gaze rove over the boulders that littered the plains and continued to work up the game in his head. The boulders would be perfect cover for a low stakes battle, honestly. Maybe a team based game?

Powerful haunches bunched beneath his bulky form, and he leapt atop one of the massive stones. There was a precarious moment where the slick stone beneath screeched beneath the grip of his claws as he struggled for purchase, and he steadied himself. A heavy huff escaped him, a cloud of mist billowing from his parted jaws. From here, he had an even better vantage point. This would be perfect! The snow was sticky and wet, perfect for scooping up and hurling at an unsuspecting victim- or an opponent who was trying to do the same. A broad grin settled onto his features, obsidian tipped tail wagging steadily behind him.

The pale Destruction boy tipped back his head and let out a deep, sonorous call for anyone who wanted to join his game. He hoped his siblings might hear him, or some of the other yearlings from Abaven. If any of their neighbours wanted to join, he would gladly accept. He took a moment to sweep snow off of the boulder where he'd perched, clearing a spot where he could sit without freezing his ass right off. He carefully lowered himself to sit on the stone while he waited, paws fidgeting as the chill threatened to seep into his bones. Depending on how many others showed up, he might have to abandon the team aspect of the game and make it a free for all snowball war.