Fine Autumn Day {Thomas and Charity}

[RushingWolf]

The fine Autumn day was enough to make the dapper multi-coloured tom cat leave his home for a walk down the street he inhabited. The Western Quarter was a fine place for walks, its magnificent scenery was complimented by the well kept streets and the chill in the air didn't bother the short furred tom at all, in fact it seemed as though it added to the days magnificence. Thomas did appreciate Autumn after all, maybe not the cold it brought but that didn't bother him at all. He was a cat that was well off and would be able to afford a cloak or scarf to ward off the cold from his body. The other things that Autumn brought were what fascinated him the most. The leaves on the trees changed, the animal's furs grew thicker and fluffier to prepare for the winter months. And everyone seemed to be in good spirits all around. The usual festivities added even more to that which made Autumn Thomas' preferred season by far. And he couldn't help but reflect on that during his walk.

[CaptainClover]

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[atrb=background,http://i1292.photobucket.com/albums/b570/Captain-Clover/PostingtableMiddle1.png] Charity padded along the street, blowing small clouds of vapour onto her paws in an effort to keep them warm. Normally she would have jogged, climbed, kept moving to keep warm, but here she was stuck on the ground and at a walking pace unless some shade recognised her and she was forced to make a quick get away. All because she had hurt herself yesterday in a certain chase involving a bag of gold, a dagger and a particularly annoyed shade. Now she had a stitch in one leg and a cast on the other, or was meant to, if she hadn't removed the wood, replaced it with a smaller piece and tied it up again so that it looked slightly more natural. Either way she was cold and annoyed as she walked along, wondering if she would do well to steal a few more winter wear clothes to keep warm. Her magic was ice spell which was great for keeping cool in summer, but currently all it did was make her a little more resistant to the cold. With a sigh, she began to feel her legs hurt, so stopped and leaned against a wall, watching as a young robin flew onto a nearby branch and sing a little contented whistle of joy. She smiled as she watched it, wishing she could have a warm body of brown and red feathers for the winter. Or even sing that tunefully.