It's White Outside

Whitekit yawned as the sun went down, the sky was beginning to darken. Thick snow had almost buried the camp, she had found it hard to not suffocate in the deep snow. Every paw step she took would let her sink into the white ocean. She wasn't looking forward to going out the nursery, it was too cold outside at night. But she was starving, she was sleeping the whole day since morning. Just a tiny piece of vole won't hurt me! A plan was forming in her mind already, run, take food, run! It was pretty simple, although she knew she would fall into the snow and would had to be rescued and dug out. She hated it when other cats helped her. "Perhaps I should find a way for someone to do the dirty work" She whispered to herself. She would trick the cat to come with her to the fresh-kill pile, then she would sneak back into the warm nursery when the other cat wasn't looking, and then she would come up for an excuse when the cat brought both of their food back. She glanced around and her gaze rested upon another cat still snoozing. "Hey" She said while nudging the cat.