He let out a cough that rattled his bones. His own fault, he thought, for going somewhere so infected. But it made him realize something, that they were alone. If the clan wasn't struggling themselves, they didn't even lift a paw to help the League. So much for Chimerastar's new rule. Oh well, he was too proud to ask for help when he couldn't give anything back anyway. Until the winter passed, the League was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Not even Goldenstar could give him much, and his mate was the Medicine Cat there for crying out loud. 

Funk bit his lip as he trotted back into their camp for the day, a couple rock forms that could house about half of the League and kept none of them warm. His paws were freezing, but there was little he could do. Most of his herb gardens had either froze over or were destroyed by the twolegs. He could rebuild. He had to keep reminding himself that, cause it was the only way he could make it through the night. A harsh breeze blew through the camp, and Funk was forced to shudder.