Beepaw enjoys playing in the Leafbare snow, even if Thymepaw calls him childish.
He was lucky enough to have been blessed with relatively thick fur- enough to keep the chill out, and once you throw in running around camp, he's as warm as he is in Greenleaf. Ebonpaw and Flaxpaw have much thicker fur than he does, though, so they're always up for playing in the snow, and Beepaw gets too cold way before they do. Narrowpaw always insists on joining in, despite his thinner fur and wiry build, and although the icy wind nearly knocks him over, his pale blonde fur almost blends in with the twinkling, freshly fallen snow, especially if the sun is peaking out from beneath the fluffy silver clouds.
Aspenpaw probably has the thinnest fur out of all of them, and rarely ever joins them in playing around in the snow, much to his complaint. The few times he did join them, he was absolutely IMPOSSIBLE to see- the snow blanketing the camp covered up his tracks before they could find him, and nothing could be smelled over the scent of frost and bitter cold.
Before proceeding to promptly get whitecough and be scolded by Harebounce, Fogbite and Minnowpuddle. All at once. Beepaw pitied him.
The snowless Leafbares are miserable, filled with icy winds but nothing to make up for them. Morningpath always tells him he should be thankful some Leafbares are warmer than others, as more prey tends to come out when the ground itself isn't frozen, and are easier to catch due to the lack of snow crunching beneath their warriors' paws. And Beepaw does have to hand it to him, his dad has a point.
But playing around in the snow is a great passtime, and again, the only thing good about Leafbare. Even if Narrowpaw and Aspenpaw end up with whitecough, and Beepaw ends up soaked to the bone, and Ebonpaw and Flaxpaw remain the triumphant kings of snow fights, it's still a blast. Because nothing could ever beat having fun with his friends.