IT'S BEEN THAT DAY FOR ME ☆ O, SNOW STORM EVENT

[RHINESTONE.]

LEADER ❝ RHINE ❞ PALMCLAN

Rhinestone could feel his chest clenching with anxiety as the storm continued to rage around camp, his pale gaze desperately seeking out a headcount. Number Nine was in the skies far above, and he could see several NPCs that looked familiar, but there were several important faces missing. He couldn't spot Medusa anywhere within the crowd, a fact that caused his gut to twist up into unpleasant knots. He had known that the senior warrior was avoiding camp lately, but was she stranded out there all on her own? Part of him wanted to try going out and finding her, but he knew that would be a death wish at that point. The house Medusa usually stayed in was quite a while away, within the forest, and he would have to trek through the snow. Not only through the snow already piled up, but also with the torrent of snow and hail that was still coming down onto them. There was no way he'd be able to make it all the way there, not without serious injury. For now, he just had to hope that she would be alright, even with everything that was going on. Still, he trusted Medusa. He knew that she was strong, even with all of her recent doubts in herself.

Taking a deep breath, the tom then turned to search throughout camp, trying to count all of those that he was able to spot. The absence of Quasar was nearly enough to send him into hysterics, his ears flattening down against his skull. He couldn't lose his son, not after everything that the other had already been through. Especially not after everything that Tree had been through, as well. Once again, the leader felt like rushing out of camp, regardless of the risks that were involved. However, the call of another familiar voice caused him to turn, relaxing slightly when he spotted Honeypaw. At the very least, he could be reassured by the fact that he knew she was safe. Even if she did seem to be panicking – something which he really couldn't blame her for. Emerging from the den he had been searching, Rhine went over to her side, pressing his pelt against hers before he reassured, "Don't worry, we won't let anyone get snowed into their dens. We could try evacuating, but that's even more high risk, especially with this hail coming down. I... I think I've got an idea." He pressed against her for another brief moment before turning, and bolting into his den, evidently going to search for something he thought could help.

After a couple of minutes, Rhine once again emerged from his den, only this time he was dragging several large palm leaves. They were broad and thankfully fairly thick, which was enough to hopefully protect them from the snow – at least until the snow passed. He had originally been keeping them for more palm umbrellas, this was obviously much more urgent, and important. Pulling them over to Honeypaw, he rose his voice above the storm, calling out, "Anyone who can, help me get these leaves secured over the dens! They're thick enough that they'll direct the snow away, and hopefully keep us from any entrances getting closed off." He tried to give his best reassuring look to Honeypaw then, as if asking the young canine to help out as well. He then took one of the large palm leaves, moving over to the nearby den and starting to secure it over the entrance, where it would act as a sort of overhang. He doubted they would work if the storm went on for several days, but hopefully this would pass within a few hours. If it didn't... well, there was little chance they would survive through it anyways.

NEVER OPENED MYSELF THIS WAY
LIFE IS OURS, WE LIVE IT OUR WAY

— Reggan