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Winter had been close to leaving. Why'd he even come? Something had drawn him here but there was nothing to keep him here. About to turn, something bumped him on the shoulder. He turned his head and saw a doe. Really he hadn't spoken to others that much, does ... less too. Winter shook his head back and forth. "Sorry, it is my fault. I shouldn't have been standing out here." By myself. "It is difficult to see me, no worries." For a moment he looked towards the others that were around, were there this many before? "Any reason you came out to the cold?" Cold for others but not the furry buck. Maybe this doe would have insight on why they were gathering.

Death Coming stalked the bucks and does silently. Crouching behind rocks, bushes and trees, her big ears stood tall taking in the sound of the wind and trying not to enter the tense conversation yet. Waiting to become more comfortable with her surroundings. Unlike her grandmother Wicked Gaze, Death Coming was quite shy. Her fluffy tail wagged with a bit of excitement and nerves for the moment when she would allow the other kimeti to know she was there, but it was cold and the warmth of fire and friends seemed so inviting to let down her guard and join the other kimeti. It seemed like a good idea, Death Coming peaked out of her hiding spot and into the view of the other kimeti. She lowered her ears and crouched forward. Always very formal even in the frigid weather. "I am Death Coming Daughter of Eyes of Wind Granddaughter of Wicked Gaze" she spoke quietly. While imprinting her mark into the snow with her hoof.

Wings Sleep leaned against her roxes as she watched everyone come and go. Maybe it was because she was more towards the edge of the group, that she wasn't spotted by anyone else. A n** on her hoof told her to keep moving. At least there was someone who would keep her going right now.

Moon Eyes wanted a warm place to lay, he didn't mind that Wings liked the night and dancing, but this cold was to much for him right now. The little guy nipped the doe again, as he moved towards a larger group of kin. He spotted a doe in the snow and figured she wouldn't mind the company. A quick glance back showed the Wings was following him for once, so he moved closer and huddled into her side, giving her some extra warmth.

Wings Sleep watched as her companion moved towards a light colored doe. It seemed that she might not want another kimeti to talk with, but with Moon Eyes against her, Wings couldn't just move on.

The weather was getting very brutal and as much as King loved brutal things he wasn't used to that certain kind of brutality- the brand new freezing white pelt of the swamp killing slowly all that was once alive. His cave was not a safe place anymore and he could feel that it's rocky walls could not protect him from the outside world. It was quite the other way around. The climate in the cave was even colder and damper than the one outside. He had to go out, if he wanted to survive. Furthermore, for the past few days his faithful partner in crime, Quiet Moon, had not been feeling well.

As much as he hated doing good deeds and being a hero, deep down King truly cared about his eaglehound and he wouldn't let some darned cold take his only friend away from him.

"Get up, Moon! Wake up! We're going for a walk!" the beast whispered gently although he didn't really want it to come out that way. It was more of an order... Yeah! That's exactly how it should've sounded.

Two dark sillhouettes walked out of the cave into the white night, lead by the voices of other kin. Truthfully, King would never admit this to anyone or even to himself but he really just needed to hear someone's voice, to hear a tale... Something to keep him warm.

"A..lynx..." Sunny slowly peered forward, sniffling, taking in the scent of the lynx. She pokes her nose gently against his fur, taking in the unique feel of the softness and the feel of the fur. Thick, medium length, soft. This was the feel of the lynx. She liked this creature.

"Oh uhm.." pink colored her green cheeks. "M..my name is Sunlight Garden but everyone calls me Sunny.." she carefully moved, using one of her forelegs to gently rub against Lost Hope to make she sure moved around him and step on a tail or leg. She came up to Thistledown, poking her nose out a bit to take in the smell of him. "Thistledown..." she repeated his name while memorizing his smell.





"Another..." Life glanced behind her and saw four set of tracks coming up in their directions, and one set going back and the right the a bit. She sighed. Sunny had wondered off again. Not that she could blame her daughter exactly. Sunny was blind and still new to the world. Every new smell was something to be explored and learned about. Still..she wished her daughter would at least announce when she was going to wonder off.

"Yes..we did. She's wondered off again." She chuckles softly at the doe and tilted her head, indicating the two of them should join the huddled group. "Bud." she nodded to her son, "Sunny has wondered off again. She can't have gone far, go get her and bring her back to the group so we can all rest.." She gives her son an affectionate nudge on his ear and turns toward the darker, color streaked doe. "My name is Life..what are you doing out in this weather?" She walks towards the group.



Bud lifts his head when he mother approached. He'd been lightly poking at the fuzzy..thing...with his hoof, seeing if it made noises or talked or anything. He sighed as Life pointed out that, once again, Sunny had wandered away. His sister was starting to get on his last nerve, but he wasn't about to tell his mother no.

His body shivered and he shook some of the snow that had accumulated on him while he had been standing there examining the..thing..and began to follow the tracks Sunny had left behind. It was only a couple hundred feet away he spied her standing in the snow and was about to call out to her before he saw the green and white buck standing near her. His eyes narrowed and his heckles stood on end, his fur making him appear just a bit bulkier. He hunkered near a tree and kept the two in sight. He wasn't going to barge in just yet...

The other doe settled to the ground, but Mint was content to remain standing, undisturbed by the difference in height. Her white tip tail flicked absently as she noted several more new arrivals, unknowingly finding their position as convenient as the other doe did. She nodded at the does explanation, finding their reasoning similar - "I agree with you about the cold, though I tend to prefer the day to the night." The wind gusted past them at that moment, and she shut her mouth lest the wind snatch her words from her. When it subsided, she introduced herself "My name is Mint, may I ask yours?"


Marshdove nodded graciously at the buck's quick forgiveness, but at his query her eyes turned pensive again, sweeping over the gathering kin but only half-seeing them. Her voice, when she answered, was just loud enough to be heard, her tone musing. "I'm really not sure... I presume for the same reason that you and everyone else here has come. Something draws us here, perhaps the Motherfather herself..." She tossed her head, ears flipping slightly, stopping herself before she waxed too spiritual. "Did you have any reason in particular, yourself?"

Mint did not have the luxury for mystery, but she kept that thought to herself. The day bred life, but more often than not the night ended it- despite it's beauty, her sense of practicality could only appreciate it so much. And so introductions were over and a comfortable silence fell, both does observing the gathering kin, neither particularly conversational in their own right, until Mint again felt compelled to broach the silence she would have otherwise nutured, there were questions that she sought answers to tonight - "Why do you think we've all gathered here?"