Post by Blackie™ on Feb 19, 2014 5:58:20 GMT
Snow began to fall softly from the clouds above. Leaf-bare was, hopefully, coming to an end soon, and with it the Clans' hunger. The white she-cat sat paw-steps away form the fresh-kill pile, her belly beginning to rumble. She sighed, looking at the measly pile of prey. Ignoring her hunger, she began to rasp her tongue over her shoulder, smoothing the long, silky fur. Her pelt practically blended with the falling snow. That was how she had received her name, Snowpool. Because her fur reminded her mother of the snow in Leaf-bare. She looked around the camp for a moment, then continued to bath.
