Merry Christmas to felineSyndr0me!It was Christmas eve and all through the base.More Like This
Not a creature was stirring, not even a-
"DRIP WHAT THE HECK' S THE MATTER WITH YOU?!"
... Okay. I lied. Everyone was awake and active, particularly the Smokejumpers. As usual the boys were up to their tricks, while Dynamite frantically tried to control the snowball fight that had broken out. She was rushing round like a mad thing, ending up being targeted more often than she would have preferred. Freezing cold snow behind her tyres was the last thing she wanted.
The boys however were having the time of their lives. Actually having the capabilities to create and throw snowballs was of great delight to them, leaving others like Windlifter and Cabbie on the sidelines. Drip was particularly pleased with his possession of a claw, which he used to gather large amounts of the soft frozen water to throw at the others or simply dump on top of someone.
Pinecone just decided to keep herself out of it, waiting inside the main hangar. After all there