The cold was biting on his paws and chilling through his short coat. He knew he should have possibly stayed home today, back in the dens where it was warm and safe since this time of year was always difficult for him to navigate. Especially after the first snows had come and blanketed everything. Familiar scents and markers he'd used to find his way were gone, and he'd foolishly thought he could manage a hunt by himself. He had not only not managed to catch anything, but the clouds of snow being thrown up by the strong wind had left him nose blind to the world around him. His ears could only pick up on the loud blowing of the wind, his own panting breaths, and the sounds of his paws crunching in the snow. Though blind the snow was also stinging his eyes, and now he had to fight to keep them open.
Wildstripe was trembling with cold, and so disoriented that he didn't know if he'd find his way home before dark. If he didn't, and couldn't find shelter, there was every chance he'd freeze in the cold of night. He didn't want that to happen, so kept his cold frame moving, putting one paw in front of the other and occasionally trying to scent the air to figure out where he was. He hoped someone found him, even if it wasn't an cat of his clan. He didn't care really, as long as they were friendly enough to escort him home. His ears laid back against his head as another burst of cold blew into his eyes and up his nose, forcing him to sneeze then pop his ears back up to keep as aware of the area around him as possible.
One thing was for sure, Firestar was never letting him live this one down. All his talk of being perfectly capable of finding his way, of not wanting to be treated any different than any other warrior, and he'd gone and gotten himself lost. If he had his sight he could find his way home through visual markers, but without it, and with his nose full of snow and stinging ice, he had no way to drag himself towards Camp and the warmth of home.
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The russet she-cat had made herself a semi-permanent home on the edge of TreeClan's territory. She hadn't seen her brother very often since she returned to her humble den, but he often crossed her mind. His mate Silentsong was expecting kits, there were days Amara wondered what would it mean for her, would they know about her? Keeping those thoughts pushed away, Amara had fallen back into her usual habit, doing what ever it took to stay alive.
She had spent countless hours trying to keep the snow out of her makeshift den, but it was exhausting task, leaving the she-cat without much time to hunt. She finally accepted fate, her den would never be void of snow, but she wouldn't last long without food. Focusing on that task, Amara had been careful but prey-animals were even more careful, avoiding the she-cat's claws at all cost.
At first, when the started living close to the clans, Amara had kept to the borders. Avoiding hunting on any clan territory. That stopped mattering when she realized that there wasn't much left to be hunted around her home. She made that choice to venture into Clan territory. Out of respect for her brother's family and his Clan, Amara didn't hunt in TreeClan territory but instead ventured to their rival, LightingClan.
Amara had always been a careful she-cat, years of her mother's torment and ruthless ways of training forced the she-cat to be extra diligent. She didn't want to start something between the two Clans. She only hunted when her stomached rumbled and didn't allow her sleep to ignore it. She also prevented anyone noticing right away. By carefully rubbing her scent away with herbs or mud if nearby. Amara stopped caring about her looks when the season began.
The current day, with the snow whipping around in the wind made hunting difficult and nearly impossible. Amara did her best to try and find any sight of something worth hunting. She searched despite the snow until she caught sight of a figure, worried she had stumbled upon a patrol Amara paused in her stride. Waiting to hear a call from the cat but nothing came, it seemed that he didn't notice her.
She kept an eye on the cat and it didn't take long for her to notice that something wasn't right. He seemed to be lost, but even with the wind and snow flying about Amara still had decent vision. Considered that he might be injured and not wanting to leave him out in the cold to freeze to death, Amara changed course and headed toward him.
"Hello! Are you okay?!" She asked calling over the wind that roared in her ears, attempting to put herself in the pathway of the cat in order to gain his attention
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He was trembling so hard now, his fur soaked through to the skin and his senses completely clogged by the biting rain and snow. He ducked his head down somewhat so that he could at least try and keep it out of his face. It was because of this posture that he almost missed the voice of another cat in the roar of the wind. His ears stuck straight up and swiveled before he popped into an alert posture and looked around blindly.
"Hello? Is someone..." He went off into a sneezing fit, snow now up his muzzle. The fit was so violent he ended up sitting down in the snow until it let up. "There?" He finally gave up on the ruse and shut his eyes, leaving his ears moving against the strong winds around him.
"Am I in another territory?" He almost hoped so. As much trouble as he'd be in he would at least know where he was and maybe be given directions home. His blindness was something that would simply be known by whatever clancat had found him.
there's always a new challenge to keep you motivated
Amara almost didn't come closer to him, but by the sound of his voice Amara grew more concerned. She didn't know the tom-cat but he was clearly lost. She doubted he was a threat. Out in this wind, the cat was probably hunting and had gotten lost. But why hadn't he found his way home?
Hearing his question about what territory he was in, Amara had a feeling he couldn't see very well at all. Perhaps it was the snow or the wind mixed in with it. Amara hadn't dealt with cats with any sort of disability. Her mother was strict, if cats showed weakness they weren't allowed to stay. It was always sad to watch a cat be forced out, that was one more reason why she hated her mother.
"Um. I think you are still in LightingClan. I'm uh..not a Clan cat," Amara told him shouting over the wind but trying her best not to come off as a threat. The last thing she needed was to get herself tangled up in any sort of mess with a Clan cat.
Tremors had set into his large frame from the cold, and the biting was getting painful from the wind and snow. His eyes he kept shut, at least they couldn't be made to sting and water any longer even as he kept his ears perked up and moving towards where he hoped the she-cat was speaking from. Everything was so mixed up right now, his senses off kilter from the weather. Normally, he'd try to figure out if the cat he was speaking to was from his clan, even before she told him. Just by scent. But this was bordering on emergency. Firestar would likely be wondering where he was, and he was going to be hearing it for getting lost in the storm.
He pulled his shoulders forward, trying to hunker down without sitting in the snow. "I'm from LightningClan. You aren't in trouble, but I can't find my way on my own. Please, could you take me back home? Or at least close enough that a patrol could find me?" He'd prefer all the way back to camp, but that could be dangerous for a loner cat. "I'm Wildstripe. Might I know the name of my rescuer?"