Redhawk Caldera No boys allowed.

The snowstorm raged outside the door, soon blocking it with accumulated snow and forcing her to occasionally punch a hole in the drift to avoid suffocating in a total blackout. Any time she grew too restless and stuck her head outside, Towhee regretted it immediately. The wind blew so hard, she swore her whiskers turned instantly into icicles on the verge of snapping off her face. It fucking hurt, forcing her to withdraw back inside to rub at her frostbitten cheeks.

At some point, she fell into a fitful sleep. When she roused, Towhee felt like she might crawl out of her skin. And her bladder was about to burst. But she couldn't see. Groping her way to the cave's mouth, she wondered how @Fennec made it looked so easy. Finally, she felt out her destination and karate chopped her way to the surface. By a stroke of fortune, the storm had hit another lull.

"Oh, THANK FUCK!!!" the Sovereign bellowed as she hoisted herself out of the makeshift tunnel and immediately popped a squat.

I'm dating this for tomorrow (Jan 20). :)