JINGLE BELL ROCK ( pitch )

Nov 12, 2022
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Well fuck the Stars above, this was just bloody lovely. It had meant to be a simple hunting excursion with the leader of this shithole himself but what he hadn’t expected or prepared for was the sudden dipping of the temperatures and the thick blanket of snow that begun to pelt the two. Surely all the prey were hiding now and to avoid freezing the fuck to death they had to take cover under a relatively tall pine nettle tree. It provides nearly no cover from the wind or cold but at least… At least the snow wasn’t pelting on to their backs.

The fluffy tom is pissed, seething as he paces back and forth under the cover the tree provided from the snow. Fucking great, just great because who knows how long they’re gonna stay here? He finds most cats in Shadowclan to be insufferable and hes sure that this leader of theirs isn’t any different. Doesn’t help that hes tired too from his night patrol and hes hungry and his fluffy fur seems to do absolutely nothing in the wind. "At this rate we’ll be snowed in." a heavy sigh leaves his mouth. He’s not even sure if they could find their way back in the flurries and if they stepped out there then they’d get lost and die and his tail lashes in frustration. He bites his tongue to keep himself from saying anything rude as he turns to stare down Pitch.

@PITCHSTAR
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