Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2015 11:35:52 GMT -5
Dovesong sighed and looked around the camp clearing, snow covered the camp and the freshkill pile was at an all time low. How was the clan to be fed if there was no prey to kill to feed them? Her claws came unsheathed and she slashed a paw down at the snow. I should go on more patrols. . . She looked around, and snow snow flurries surrounded her and the rest of the camp. Or not. . . She thought with a huff and padded over to the nursery, making sure that no kits were trying to get out and play in the snow-for it was much too cold for any of them now.
