Post by Justice on Jan 9, 2017 22:19:22 GMT -5
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ildstripe
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.
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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