This is for a trade with CrazyIndigoChild (:.
The tuxedo-ed kit pushed open the door to gaze out at the expanse of fluffy white stuff covering every inch of exposed space. He was too busy being fascinated by this phenomena to notice the shiver of cold his body suffered.
"Quaxo," the silver tabby called sleepily. "Close the door and come back to bed."
"Ooh, Munkustrap, but I wanna go outside!" he said, running over to the tom and jumping up and down on top of him. Munkustrap jumped at the cold paws bouncing on him. He gave a yawn.
"It's too early and too cold, son," he said.
"But I wanna play in all that cloud-stuff out there!"
"Cloud-stuff?" Reluctantly, he sat up and crawled over to the door. He couldn't help but grin when he saw what the kit was calling "cloud-stuff." "That's called 'snow,' Quaxo," he said with a chuckle, letting the door swing shut as he backed in.
"Snow?" The kit pondered this for a minute. "I wanna go play in the snow-stuff!" he announced.
Munkustrap chuckled again and shook his head, curling up on the blankets by the tux. "You will freeze and turn into a snowcat."
"Snowcat?"
"Never mind. Maybe next year when you're older. For now, let's just sleep." Quaxo's face fell as he drooped his head in defeat. He was about to curl up beside the tabby when that glint shone in his eyes. In a split-second, he turned and darted towards the door.
"Quaxo!" Munkustrap tried to grab him, but the kit was already out the door and laughing at how the snow felt so weird beneath his paws. The tabby ran at him, but Quaxo saw this and ran off. He ran and ran, too busy with the strange sensation beneath his paws and trying to escape Munkustrap to pay any attention to where he was going.
Munkustrap groaned inwardly. When would he learn that a simple "no" never worked with this kit? Now he was chasing him out here in the snow and cold, praying the little kit wouldn't freeze or get sick.
Quaxo glanced back to see Munkustrap still on the chase. When he looked forward again, he crashed right into a mound of snow.
Munkustrap gasped as he watched the kit disappear into the mound of snow. Ohnoohnoohno! He raced to where he last saw him and began digging. "Quaxo!"
Quaxo shivered as he finally realized just how very cold he was covered in the snow. He threw his paws out, trying to find the open air. It was dark, it was hard to breathe, but mostly it was cold. The little tux had never imagined such bone-chilling cold before. His whole body was numb when Munkustrap pulled him out. He sat the kit down for an instant to get a better grip on the scruff of his neck before hurrying him back to the den. 'He shouldn't be hurt too badly,' he thought. He would be capable of caring for him himself if they made it to the nice, warm den soon.
He settled the shivering kit upon the fluffiest blankets in the den and curled up around him. He licked the tux's fur in attempt to help him warm faster.
"Are you alright?" the tabby asked after a few minutes. Quaxo had at least stopped his trembling. He was this tiny black ball at Munkustrap's stomach.
"It was cold," came his small, muffled voice. The tom let out a chuckle.
"Yes, it was very cold, wasn't it?" It was silent for a few more minutes until Munkustrap laughed outright as he imagined the little tux running straight into the snow bank, the sight already more comical that frightening. "You are one entertaining kit, Quaxo," he said, giving him an affectionate nuzzle. Quaxo purred as he silently vowed never to go play in the cold and snow-stuff again.