Hmmm okie then!

"Are we seriously stuck in this cursed snowstorm?!" Aburn demanded, glowering into the swirling white depths of snow, wrapping her two tails around her. Cookie, a neko with black and white tipped ears, sheepishly said, her teeth chattering, "I'm sorry! My hands slipped..."
"Sorry does nothing, Notch sake!" Aburn swore, kicking the side of their silver car.
"Hey! That things expensive man!" Sarasa interrupted, fumbling around her bagpack for a cloak, and hastily wrapping it tightly around her and her wings.

"Sarasa! Can't you fly out for help?" Cookie asked beseechingly, ears flattened.

"Number one. It's snowstorming, I can't see anything. Number two. I don't want to get icefeathers in the middle of flight and crash land. So we're stuck."

"Great. Just great."

"I'm sorryyy!!!"

"Yeah whatever Cookie. Let's just find somewhere we can camp out for the storm."

"Okay, but we must be quick...it's picking up fast and steadily." Sarasa replied, trudging forward, her boots sinking in the white.

Afar, they looked like splotches of colour on a white canvas. Near, they were three friends stuck in a snowstorm.

"AHH!" And a heavy bump, and Cookie vanished.
"Cookie? Cookie!!! Where did you go?!"
"Down there dummy."
Sarasa looked down, and saw a shallow slope that lead to a small alcove, with Cookie in it, beaming.

"Hey guys! I found something for once! And guess what? I found the car keys!"