So I've decided to post a few Squirrelcrow drabbles I had posted on my Tumblr account. I don't know if i'll add to what I've already done, but we'll see.

The first four are based on a series of artworks by my friend Lonely-Ghost-606. Please check their work out.

Also please know I'm open to your criticisms, but if they should fall under lines like "Squirrelcrow is bad" or "Bramblesquirrel is the best ship and this is heresy", well, uh... click off.

I mean, you can post that by all means, just know I don't give a whisker about what you think. If you don't want Squirrelcrow in general, just don't read, it's that simple.

Anyway, back to it.

This drabble is set in the universe of my Pic 'I Like Your Laugh'. It's a cute little moment set between chapter 12 and chapter 13, just before the group arrives at the Tribe of Rushing Water.

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Windclan cats had been able to adapt to many things. Their legs, long and tight with muscle, gave them the strength and speed needed to chase rabbits and hares. They could fix their senses to the breeze that split through the grass, breathing in the wafts of prey that waited tree-lengths away, and their sleek, thin coats allowed them to rush through the moorlands, not feeling suffocating heat swell through layers of useless fur, even when the sun was hot and angry above Silverpelt.

Crowpaw was proud to say he had reaped the rewards of each of these benefits.

However, as his small, unprotected by fur, paws crunched through the blanket of snow, he really wished Windclan had discovered ways to fight the cold.

But they hadn't. Often enough, they were warmed by their sheer raid movement on the moors, so rain hardly gave them a problem. And snow was a rarity among the clans themselves.

Here, in the mountain air, where the sky grew dark and the air descended into a bitter mist, where snow lined the rock like white, frozen moss, Crowpaw wasn't so lucky.

His paw dug into the unbroken white once more, and the damp freeze clawed him once again. He winced as cold ran it's tongue up his leg, then glared into the winter horizon, seeing the acres of snow they still had to navigate.

"Crowpaw?" Crowpaw hissed back a growl as he looked up at Brambleclaw. The Thunderclan tom had stopped, strong paws not even shivering as he waited in the snow. "Are you sure you don't want us to stop to find some shelter?"

Every cat, all thick furred and stationary, looked back at the apprentice. They all shared the embarrassed look of pity.

Crowpaw's ears burned, but even that offered no help to his shaking back. "I'm fine!" Crowpaw said, he had to grin his teeth so he didn't stutter. "It's not that cold!" The worst part was that was true. There was no snow falling, just a plethora of short, but cutting gusts of wind. It would undeniably get colder when the dusty afternoon sky began to darken. Crowpaw groaned. He didn't even want to think about that.

"Sure." Stormfur muttered.

Crowpaw tried not to hiss. I'd like to see how you do without all that fur, fish-breath!

Feathertail glared at her brother then faced Crowpaw worriedly. "Crowpaw, it really doesn't matter. None of us would mind."

"Feathertail's right." Tawnypelt agreed. "It'll do you no good to push yourself, Crowpaw. It's only going to get worse from here." She mewed with a whip of her tail. "It'll be better if you keep your strength."

"I said I'm fine!" Crowpaw meowed, stamping his forepaw furiously. He cringed when he hit a fresh patch of snow. "I-I don't need to rest! If you all do, that's your problem. I'll just carry on by myself!" With that, he began to storm past the cats, trying to use his anger to heat the chill biting his paws. It grew with every disbelieving or piteous look he was able to catch.

"You're gonna hurt yourself!" Stormfur snapped, shaking his head as Crowpaw passed him with a quiet snarl.

Crowpaw was about to say something bitter, but most of his energy was saved for trying to keep himself warm. He sighed drearily, watching with a frown as his breath blew away in a vapor of steam.

He kept his head high, for some reason thinking that would help him conserve heat if he kept his head away from the snow. It wasn't working. Crowpaw bit his lip in frustration, but he didn't stop. He may have hated being half-frozen, but he hated being pitied more than anything. He'd rather sleep furless in icy water than be the reason the group stopped for a moment.

The Two-legs pillaging Winclan wouldn't wait for him. He couldn't either.

However, the constant, slithering powder of frost that made his back hurt from the frost, was just as merciless.

Little by little, Crowpaw slowed down in his walk again. The cats he had proudly stormed ahead of began to pass him again, one by one, this time keeping their mouths shut. It was clear anything they said would just make it worse for their prickly accomplice.

Still, each one's warm, fleecy coat of fur looked swollen with regret that that they couldn't give him any help.

He heard Feathertail mew something soft to him, but by then Crowpaw's ears were pounding with humiliation.

He could just imagine Mudclaw's face. The abject disgust at how pathetic his apprentice had turned out to be. Look at you! Your father picks you to represent our great clan and you whither like a wet kit!

Crowpaw's steps only slowed as the even colder voice persisted in his brain. No surprise, his decreasing pace only made the strength to continue even weaker. Every step now felt as heavy as pulling his body out of a pool of mud.

He growled quietly. Stupid snow. It wasn't his fault that he wasn't suited to this mouse-brained weather. A defeated sigh left him like a spirit. No. If he could truly call himself a Warrior, he should have just been able to grit his teeth and bare it. And even though he could bare it, he knew he was slowing them all down.

He was making Windclan look like a liability.

Crowpaw tried to not look like that hurt him as much as he did. He closed his eyes, gnashing his jaws. He just needed to carry on at this point. Sulking wouldn't make him look any less of a complete rabbit-heart. He kept his eyes to the snow, determined to not remind himself of the contrast of his and his journeymates wills.

His ear perked however, when he heard snow crunch beside him. He just caught the ginger and white paws that bounded effortlessly in the snow until they were right beside him.

Crowpaw sighed, feeling his ears go hot. "What is it, Squirrelpaw?" He said curtly.

"What?" A snappy voice replied. "Can I not walk with you now?"

Crowpaw kept himself from getting angry. It wasn't Squirrelpaw's fault he was useless. "Don't be mouse-brained." He said. "What do you need?"

"I don't need anything. I just wanted to talk to you." Her voice shifted cheekily. "You should count yourself lucky."

"Shouldn't I just." Crowpaw rolled his eyes. He caught her then. She looked remarkably unperturbed by her environment. She strode through the snow as if it was new-leaf grass. But maybe that was the benefits of having such a fluffy coat like she did. Crowpaw looked ahead. "Shouldn't you try to catch up with the others?" They were at least half a tree-length ahead.

"Only if you feel like it." Crowpaw frowned and Squirrelpaw had the sense to let her ears fold back guiltily. "Sorry. I know that Windclan aren't really… suited for snow." He could practically feel the burn of her eyes as they slid across his spiked, wimpy excuse of a coat.

Crowpaw felt the sudden need to jerk himself up. Looking so bad in front of his best friend was hardly a welcome thought. "I said it before; I'll be okay." He spoke. His tail swung forwards. "Don't wait on me. Just carry on ahead." The last thing he wanted to be was a burden.

"I'm not waiting on anyone. There's no need to rush, after all."

The very idea that she could rush in this made Crowpaw groan a little.

Squirrelpaw shrugged, pouncing ahead. "Cheer up. We'll have to find some shelter soon. This mountain's so big, there has to be thousands of places to sleep."

Crowpaw scoffed. "Yeah, but since it's so big how long will we have to walk until we find one of them."

"It can't be long now."

So painfully optimistic. As the cold made his bones brittle, Crowpaw looked away. "Yeah. You keep thinking that."

Squirrelpaw looked at him pointedly. Her eyes hadn't lost their fire, if anything they looked even sharper. "Maybe it would help if you weren't so moody. Would it really hurt you to think of something other than the worst of everything?"

Crowpaw's tail flared. He couldn't help but glare at his friend. "It's easy for you to say, fuzz-ball!"

Squirrelpaw laughed mockingly, "Oh, that's a new one. What? Jealous?" Her overwhelming coat seemed to shake with every spark of her words. She seemed to be more fur than cat!

Crowpaw flashed his teeth, "Not really. You should count yourself lucky. Without all that fur, you'd be smaller than a kit!"

"I'd still beat you in a fight, though!"

Crowpaw only scoffed again, turning away with a growl.

"Oh come on, don't be like that!" Squirrelpaw said frustratedly. "You can't get angry at me for this."

"You're the one acting like a mouse-brain." Crowpaw said monotonously.

There was gawking sound. "How? All I said was that it wouldn't kill you to stop looking so angry. It's hardly going to help you is it?"

"Oh, and if I smile like an idiot, I'm – what – just going to get all warm, fuzzy feelings." Crowpaw bit his tongue as his head tittered in a mocking grimace. "Get over yourself."

"You first." Squirrelpaw muttered with the edge of a hiss. "No need to get nasty."

Crowpaw didn't reply. Talking to her was too much effort.

Besides, maybe now she'd join up with the others instead of seeing him like this.

She didn't. They continued to walk. And for some reason, even though she had to be in better shape than him, she matched his pace the whole time. Crowpaw scanned the path ahead and exhaled slowly. There was still no sign of shelter. At least he hadn't lost sight of the others.

It didn't take long for his side to quiver. His nose creasing, he looked and his frown softened when he saw the ginger pelt still whiskers from his own. He could swear he could feel a small heat radiating from the bright strands of fur.

As that heat lingered, the silence became more suffocating.

"Look." A soft voice made Crowpaw crane his head. "If I said something to upset you, I'm sorry." Crowpaw blinked in shock. "I didn't mean to." He heard Squirrelpaw spit bitterly. "But that doesn't give you the right to be like this. It's not my fault your coat's so thin." She muttered. "I can't make it grow; you know. It's not like I want you to be cold."

He lost valuable energy doing so, but Crowpaw's head shifted to his side.

Her lips were in a thin pout, and her eyes were downcast in a bad mood. But she didn't slow or quicken her pace. She kept right by him. Occasionally she would tilt her gaze, but stopped when she felt she was being watched.

Neither spoke. The quiet made Crowpaw cold inside.

Crowpaw bit his lower lip, ignoring the sudden twist in his stomach. As the bitter silence persisted however, he sighed to himself. She was right. It wasn't like she'd tried to provoke him. All she'd done was try to keep him company and be the over-zealous molly she always was. She hadn't started anything. Or at least she hadn't tried to.

Even if she didn't know when to keep her mouth shut, she still was looking out for him. And even when snapped at she didn't just leave him like he deserved. She accepted his moodiness. Maybe he needed to learn to accept her… quirks.

Besides, talking to her had made his mouth feel warm.

Crowpaw breathed, feeling the cold made him cough momentarily. When he'd stopped, he found Squirrelpaw looking at him with obvious concern. The tom's face mellowed. "I know." He said, looking forward, downcast. "I'm sorry too. I'm just sick of this cold."

At his apology, Squirrelpaw's ears twitched. Hesitantly, she faced him, the stiffness of her muzzle quivering just the slightest. She looked over his shivering frame again. She let out a soft breath. "If it's bothering you that much, I can ask the others to stop."

"We can't do that."

"But Crowpaw-"

"No." Crowpaw affirmed. "I don't want to slow anyone down." He'd said it before he could take it back. He grunted at himself. He was so freezing, he didn't even think about what he was saying.

"It isn't slowing us down. They'd do the same no matter who it was." Squirrelpaw said, her gaze warm.

Crowpaw let out a bitter laugh, "Maybe, but it wouldn't happen to any of you." He said tensely, using his shaking tail to point at his pelt.

Squirrelpaw's jaw hung in sad recognition. She looked up at Crowpaw wordlessly, unable to offer a retort.

Crowpaw gave her a gentle nod. He knew she couldn't counter that, no matter how much she wanted to. He resigned himself to carry on walking. If Squirrelpaw kept by him at this point, he counted himself lucky. He licked his chest a little to warm himself up, but bit on it softly as the organ began to freeze. He shook himself again; all he could do was keep moving.

He was just beginning to feel some kind of control over his stiffening tail again when he felt something knock into his side.

It wasn't a hard push. Really it was just a pressing on his ribs. Crowpaw usually would have jumped away, but he stopped shot as he noticed the feeling the sudden presence gave. It felt softer than the moss that he used to line his nest, but it condensed the same kind of comforting, embracing warmth that he felt from his den. Without fully realising it, the frost that had made his ribs ache subsided to a blissful glow.

He turned to his side, and blinked stupidly when he saw what, or who, was the source of the heat.

Squirrelpaw wasn't facing him, but her fur was pressed right into Crowpaw's body. She walked, a little clumsily, next to him and, this close, Crowpaw felt just how woolly her coat truly was. It really did feel like she was made of fur. It slipped all over his side like a ray of sunlight. He really did feel his body begin to swell with her share of heat.

But the heat in his face was all his own. "S-Squirrelpaw?" He mewed incredulously.

"Hush." Squirrelpaw said, her voice muffled for some reason. "If you're going to be stubborn like this I might as well make sure you don't hurt yourself doing it."

"W-What?" Crowpaw felt something pound in the depths of Squirrelpaw's side.

"Let's just keep moving." The Thunderclan apprentice mewed, "I can't just let you freeze. Don't worry, I'm sure I won't need to do this for long. We can't be far from shelter now." There was a silent plead in the cavern of her tone. Crowpaw could feel her muscles tense. She was looking quickly at him, as if checking that he didn't rip himself from her.

There were many reasons that he should: clan loyalty, personal embarrassment, how fast his heart was-

Crowpaw gulped, his eyes still on the smaller cat. He saw her swallow hard and noticed her stiff, vacant expression as she kept on walking. Crowpaw's stomach churned.

She was embarrassed herself, but she worked through it for him.

Her head tipped back a little, and Crowpaw noticed the cute way that her nose twitched when she was nervous. Her fur still mingled with his, he could barely see his own coat wrapped inside the ginger fluff. Crowpaw's tail swung from side to side. Did he really feel as calmly about this as he did? This… this wasn't normal, was it? Even if they were friends, could they really…

Crowpaw took in a hot breath. He felt shaking at his side and looked down stunned. She wasn't cold, was she? Why was she shivering like that? Was he that cold to touch? No. That was ridiculous. She hadn't looked like that before. His body tingled with worry. His tail began to sway quickly, maybe it would be better if he started to rush ahea-

He blinked.

His fur quivered all over his body. This time with realisation.

He wasn't freezing anymore.

How…How could that be? Was her fur actually that warm? He slowly looked down again, shocked by how seamless his neck felt now. There she was. Nestled against him, eyes burning with embarrassment, tail quivering behind her, her gait clumsy and stuttering.

She wasn't cold though.

Crowpaw felt that much.

And if somehow she was, she hadn't left him yet.

Crowpaw felt warmer.

Gently, he slipped his tail until it had intertwined itself with his friend's. Squirrelpaw jerked, twisting her head up. Her lips trembled. "C-Crowpaw?"

Crowpaw was concerned that she'd pull away, so he offered her a small smile. "Sorry. I just thought I'd return the favour." He pressed himself even closer to the soft pelt. Squirrelpaw let out a light squeak as Crowpaw's tail embraced her own. His tail tingled as it cloaked itself in the brush of long fur. He winked at her. "Wouldn't want you falling in the snow after all. I'd have to laugh at you."

Squirrelpaw didn't speak for a moment. Dumbfounded.

Then her tail began to squeeze his like a soft paw.

And her lips curved into a grin.

"Careful," She warned, her eyes half-closing. "I've seen you trip before. I can make it happen again."

Crowpaw snickered. "You do that, you're coming down with me."

"Great! That way I can hold you down. I've always wondered how you would look with white fur!"

"Touche!" Crowpaw chuckled.

Squirrelpaw beamed, ready to start again with another silver quip.

"Squirrelpaw?"

The ginger cat opened her eyes, her grin slackening as she saw the smile on Crowpaw's face. "Hmm?" She questioned, raising a brow.

"Thanks." Crowpaw said. Genuine.

He just about felt a beat inside Squirrelpaw's chest again. But she cut it off with a laugh that could make icicles fall. "Who are you and what have you done with Crowpaw?" He joined in, laughing until he was out of breath. Squirrelpaw smiled, her head almost underneath his chin. Her tail curled blissfully over his. "Don't mention it, Crowfood." She said, the gentleness betraying the nickname.

"Don't worry. I won't." Crowpaw quipped, chuckling as Squirrelpaw nudged him away with her side.

But their tail still stayed linked, so they easily found each other again.

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Warriors and characters belong to Erin Hunter.