This is a very weird chapter. Only because Mousewhisker like Rosepetal, but they are half siblings. Oh well. :) R and R!
Rosepetal silently sat in the sunroom, pencil in hand. She had a writing competition, and it was scaring her to death. She knew that she had absolutely no advantages, and a very slim chance of winning. She thought as the windows creaked. She looked outside, watching the snow slowly drift down from the cloud. It had been snowing for a while now, and the snow was starting to pack. So school was canceled. She smiled, knowing that everyone was probably having fun right now. She looked down at the sad blank page and sighed. She would never find any inspiration. The sun subtly shined the light on the blank piece of paper.
Later, like an hour later, Mousewhisker walked in scraping his shoes on the "Welcome" mat. He hung up his coat neatly and walked upstairs to the sunroom.
"What's up?" he asked good naturely.
"The sky," Rosepetal said discouraged. The page was still blank.
"You're writing huh," he said looking down at the paper.
She looked down in shame, "I'm trying to, but I don't know what to write."
He smiled gently and leaned down, "Write what you know. Anything, just write what you know. I know it seems like bad advice, but still, it's the only advice I can give."
She smiled and dropped her pencil. "I'm so pooped. Let's go outside," she said putting on her boots. She slipped on a jacket and hopped outside. The cold frosty wonderland greeted her. She breathed in and happily sighed, the cool air making a sort of mist. She smiled and laughed. Mousewhisker slipped outside and playfully tackled her. She looked at him but it was too late. She was swept away in the snow. She laughed and sat up. He sat down next to her as she snapped her fingers. Her face lit up and she gasped. "I know what to write about!" she said shaking him back and fourth.
"What?!" he said shocked but happy of his girlfriend.
"I know it. I don't know what exactly to write, but I know I'll write about snow, and love," she said excited. She moved in closers so their noses touched. Mousewhisker moved his nose just a little it and kissed her while the snowflakes slowly floated down like confetti.