Curled close to her brother, Moonfeather's head was filled with dreams of the past and future, melded together and falling apart in whimsical delight behind closed lids that shielded turquoise gems. It was not her father's insistent nudges that roused the girl, but rather the sudden lack of warmth when Israfel rolled away from her. She blinked away her dreamland, head lifting and looking over her back to discover her brother trying to ignore their father's nudges and promises of surprise. Surprise? Moonfeather's ears perked up and her bodice was quick to follow, rising to her paws as she moved towards Israfel. She lifted a forepaw and placed it upon her sibling's shoulder, her own soft encouragement added to that of their father's. A joyous smile lit up her features when he finally gave in with a melodramatic sigh and a tinkling giggle escaped her lips as Sleekwing suddenly vanished from the den. Tail waving back and forth, she moved side by side with her brother, wondering what surprise was in store for them outside. "Oh!" she exclaimed, with another giggle as something splattered on Israfel's face. Leaning over to him, Moonfeather licked at the spot where the snow had fallen from before dancing out of the den to join their exuberant father.

Where Israfel stepped back in surprise, Moonfeather was stopped in her tracks in utter delight. Her eyes grew wide, trying to take it all in, the way the world had transformed overnight. Everything was blanketed in white, crystals glittered in the trees and shimmering icicles hung from rock overhangs. "Oh, Fel, it's so beautiful! Don't you think?" she said softly to him, watching as their dad suddenly launched up into the air and collapsed into the snow, sending a flurry into the sky. That was when she realized it was still falling, and she craned her head back to watch as the flakes drifted down from the heavens above. "Look, Fel!" she exclaimed, hoping that if he were to look up he would see it had not migrated here, it was falling from the sky, just like rain did. Just then a perfect snowflake alighted upon her nose, and she lowered her head and went cross eyed trying to look at its beauty. It vanished as quickly as it had appeared, melting from her body heat, and she shook her head and neck before dancing forward towards Sleekwing where he still lay in the snow.

It was true that she and her brother were growing, nearing their first birthdays, but she did not feel too large to clamber atop her father just yet. And so she did just that, climbing up onto his shoulder and perching there, trying to stand as lightly on her paws as Kutcha would upon a precarious tree branch. "Dad, it's so pretty, like a whole new world! What is it?"