- Jan 5, 2023
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He slips into camp with a scrawny hare in his jaws, paws leaving broad prints in the snow as a frigid gust nearly sends the Warrior off his feet. With bitter eyes, he carried on, struggling through a drift until he finally begins his descent into the hollow itself. Here, the wind is more easily managed, but the wintry air still bites at the nose. The weather was enough to make any tom grumpy, and Tigerfrost is no exception. Despite the temptation to eat it himself, he drops the hare on what little remains of the fresh-kill pile and turns toward back toward the edge of camp. It is at the very bottom of the hollow barrier that he takes his rest, licking clumps of ice from his paws as he does his best to shelter from the brutal wind.