It's cold outside[Cyrian fambam]

Woken from her slumber by her mother, the minuscule phoenix staggered mournfully to her feet. They were going outside? Big deal, couldn't it wait until tomorrow? She had been up all night stargazing through the crack in the wall, and was still exhausted. Yawning widely, she watched her siblings all go bounding out of the den. Even her father left before she did, as she busily stretched the stiffness from her youthful limbs. Everyone was so excited, but she couldn't imagine why. What could possibly be so good about outside that wasn't even better in the warmth and solitude of the den? Shaking out her russet pelt, the young damsel traipsed after her family. She couldn't bring herself to worry about being left behind. Any of her ability to worry had probably been given to Riv. Her claws clacked loudly across the warped wooden floorboards of the decrepit vessel in which they made their home. She could hear her mother's voice dimly, explaining this and that to her siblings. She listened to it, and made careful note of the important stuff.
Delicate paws thumped casually through the trail in the snow after her siblings, using the paths they'd already gone through the trouble of cutting on their own. It was far easier to move that way. The cold bit into the soft flesh of her pads, and she decided she wanted to go back into the den as soon as possible. This wasn't pleasant at all. The huge footsteps of her parents gave her a wide track to follow, and eventually she caught up with them. Examining the scene with an expression that could only be called curious by a far stretch, she let out a soft breath. Plodding closer to the group, she flopped over in a drift of snow. "Mom, the coldness makes my feet feel bad. My nose stings, too." She complained, driving her pitch up to a falsetto so her whining was sure to be heard. "You're the boss lady, make it better!" She continued to gripe, flailing her feet for emphasis. She rolled onto her back, the coolness feeling strange against her narrow spine as she held her feet up in the air for all to see. The odd whorls of rose and ebony upon her pads and nose were a source of great amusement to some of her siblings, but she didn't care.
The soot faced girl gazed up at the sky, watching patterns in the clouds make themselves known. They were kinda interesting, but not like the stars. The stars were pretty and blinked in and out of being at night. Brilliant violet optics stared out from oculars encircled in ivory and ebony, while she waited for her mom to solve her problems. The petite lass had no idea what to do, and instead left her charcoal muzzle pointed up at the sky in a neutral expression bordering on grumpy. Mom would fix it. Or Dad would fix it. Someone would solve the issue, or tell her how to do it herself. Maybe mom would take them home, back to the den. Then, everything would be okay. The den was a good place. It was warm and dark, she could take naps there at her discretion.