Post by Pawzkat on Dec 23, 2016 20:49:38 GMT -4
It was a snowy morning during Christmas in the Appalachian Mountains. The two female woodpeckers were snuggled up in the trunk of the tree that they called home. A small hearth was set up as well as a nest in the living room, allowing warmth to easily reach the two of them. They also were able to receive warmth from one another, due to the fact that the nest was just big enough for the two of them. One of the woodpeckers, Bree, had her wing folded over the other, Debra, and the two of them were nuzzled soundly against one another, both of them being a valiant combatant against the chills of outside. Peeking open one eye, Debra glanced around their cozy home; a fine Christmas-themed rug (red and green with little snowflakes stitched into them!) under the living room nest. A very small sapling was situated in the corner, close to the hearth (but not close enough for it to catch fire), with a few wrapped gifts underneath it. The fire itself was mewing; some small flames flickering, but for the most part gone save for the aforementioned flames and radiating coals. Above, Debra spots a mistletoe, looming on one of the support beams of their home. She pecks Bree on the cheek, murmuring, "Merry Christmas, love."