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Stormchaser
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Leaf-Bare. It was one of the most punishable seasons of the four, bringing in near freezing temperatures with howling winds—and not to mention, the sheer lack of food. Hungry bellies grumble throughout the night without being filled. Tension rising between clans and within their camps, and the worst of it all—whitecough.
There were some perks of it cooler temperatures to the right individual, as beauty lay in the eye of the beholder. Ice crystals would occasionally fall from clouded skies, piling up within the thick branches of trees and blanketing on top of tendril-like roots. His mother would tell him of harsh Leaf-Bares during kithood, how hard the clans suffered; but, there would be miraculous occurrences that would happen to bring joy to the right individual.
Snow.
The purest of white, the chilliness under foot as you walked, it was invigorating. Something different. A feeling that poked at your inner child to come alive and plow through the stuff. One of the most eerie characteristics after a snow fall—was the silence. Every ounce of prey and predator alike would hide away in their burrows unless absolutely necessary. Unless you were a warrior like Stormchaser.
Stormchaser absolutely was thrilled to find out snow had fallen late last night. To wake up to a bone-chilling breeze, slicing through feathered fur had him nearly leaping from his nest in surprise. Holy StarClan! His mind whirled as goosebumps raced up his spine. The temperature was definitely a lot lower than yesterday, or at least that's what it felt like. He stumbled out of the Warrior's Den, eyes still dreary from slumber to only set his paw pads onto freezing snow. A small gasp was yanked out of lungs as if he was just kicked in the stomach, his limbs instinctively springing up into the air. "WHEW!" He exclaimed, trying to regain his composure with a swift lick to his ruffled chest. That definitely caught me off guard, he smirked with a singular tail flick over his ear to rid himself from a clump of snow that fell on him during his...clumsiness.
Once the grogginess disappeared from his mind, Stormchaser gave one final shake to fluff out his feathered fur and immediately slipped out of the now frozen gorse tunnel. Snow showered his back like a powdered blanket, the ice already melting away from his body temperature. He stood at the foot of the ravine, his warm gaze observing the ridged textures now smoothed over by snow. A light pull at his lips turning into a small smile, energy gathering in his limbs as he sprang up with a mighty leap, splashing into lustrous power at the top of the ravine. The sudden sound of flapping wings jerked his attention away, instinct taking over as he watched prey leaving his presence, causing a light huff to escape his nostrils. How could he be so childish? Too busy wanting to run around like a kit again to remember some birds still resided in the forest around this time. Usually birds would leave when it got cold like this.
Some time had passed as he sauntered through the forest, admiring the beauty of ice and snow that covered ThunderClan territory. Long limbs easily carried him through the snow, light paws barely creating tracks as he glided as if he were a ghost. The gurgling sound of a bubbling stream came within ear shot; and as if on cue, Stormchaser's throat became uncomfortably dry, his body reminding him it needed the refreshment of water. He took off in a sure-footed trot, leaping over shrubs and fallen branches with ease until he felt the pebbly shore of the stream, the rushing water keeping the snow at bay. He silently watched, admiration bubbling within his golden gaze at the sight of it all. A true winter wonderland.
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