[She nudges the lid into place and takes the paper so she can write without him being able to read every word. She extends a single claw and dips it into the ink and begins to write. It takes her a bit and she's a little frustrated by the inelegant writing, but hard times call for hard measures.]
[she wipes the excess ink off on a spare sheet of paper before showing him]
If it does snow It is possible I will still be a cat. Don't let that ruin your fun, ne? But if I am not a cat, perhaps we can curl around Firefist-san for warmth.
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[she wipes the excess ink off on a spare sheet of paper before showing him]
If it does snowIt is possible I will still be a cat. Don't let that ruin your fun, ne? But if I am not a cat, perhaps we can curl around Firefist-san for warmth.