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Never had she been more thankful for her thick fur than she was now. If there was one thing she'd learned very quickly growing up, it was how cold the mountain tops got during winter. Lucky for her she didn't live in WinterClan. She couldn't imagine how any of them ever managed to catch any prey up there in all that snow. She'd be too focused on trying not to shake her fur off from shivering so hard. Admittedly, she wasn't very focused now either. The plumy white she-cat had been so caught up in the thought of potential cold she'd forgotten that she really was meant to be hunting. Sighing she blinked, trying to refocused on the task at hand. When was the last time she even stopped to check for a scent. She even forgot to listen for birds nearby. Now somehow she's gotten all turned around. Stopping for a moment her golden gaze slowly combed over her surroundings as she tried to reorient and get her bearings.
Post by complacentdevil on Jan 7, 2022 22:00:55 GMT -5
Some fox lengths away, the medicine cat found himself digging away at the base of a tree. He had planted some acorns, soaked in moss and wrapped in leaves, a while ago, before the first frosts had taken over and the soil was soft. He only hoped that in the time that a squirrel or badger or anything else with the inclination to dig hadnt gone after them as well. His normally snowy paws were dark with the soil he brought up, and the thick fur on his chest held a few similar flecks. But he was determined to get to his prize, and hopefully use them when the time came.
Gaze sweeping the area, the white warrior had to do a double take when she saw dirt being launched into the air. Confused she lowered her eyes to the tree roots where she could just make out the small stature of Weaselpaw frantically clawing at the roots of the tree. With out much thought she bounded over the the young medicine-cat. Only speaking up when it became clear he hadn't noticed her approach.
