The snow was impeccable, laying on the ground like a lazy feline. Pawprints bordered it, and paths from den to den were neatly arranged. A jingle of hope repeated itself in Blacktwig's head. He blinked outside. It was too late to be awake, but Blacktwig couldn't fall asleep. The weather was a chilly mixture of damp and cold. The breeze buzzed Blacktwig's pelt. Despite all of the freezing conditions, he felt as if there was someone who was awake. Blacktwig looked over his shoulder. He was no Sleetfang, of course... he wasn't handsome or charming - that was his opinion. His coat had become oily quicker, during times when he didn't groom it. Soon, he saw Blizzardshine. She, too, was half-awake. He noticed that her fur was a beautiful shade of pale blue - often mistaken for silver. He sighed dreamily, until he snapped out of it. He couldn't get distracted when he had an ode to his dead daughter.
He looked back at the snow. Sometimes he had to be glad for the deadness it brought; it sacrificed pesky bugs. But the cold wasn't all that satisfying. He kept laying there, trying to get to sleep. The rosettes on Blizzardshine's pretty pelt were hypnotizing, and reminded him of stars.
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Blacktwig/Blackwhisker --- ThunderClan * Fallowstripe --- StarClan * Goatshade --- StarClan * Bouncepaw --- StarClan * Egretkit --- StarClan