Stormstrike grunted as he scrabbled for purchase on the ice-coated hilltop. "Careful!" He mewed, glancing at the cats behind him. "Dig your claws in as you walk so you don't slip."
The tom's rigorous hunting hadn't slowed because of the cold weather. His fur was thick, and he wasn't about to let a change in temperature dull his skills. "We're nearly there."
A few minutes later, the small patrol made it to the riverbank. "Frozen..." He sighed. Ivystar taught him how to break the ice lining the riverbank, but it wasn't particularly pleasant when it finally broke and sent you cascading down into freezing water. The stormy gray warrior huffed, standing on his hind legs and holding his front legs stiffly below him. With a faint grunt, he kicked his back legs off of the frosty earth, slamming his front paws onto the ice. He repeated this process two or three times, until a series of splintering cracks spread through the ice. The tom suddenly found himself faced with an ice-cold, half-frozen river. "Arg...!" He hissed, splashing into the water. He emerged moments later, spluttering and spitting. "Stupid ice..." He muttered, dragging himself onto the riverbank. "Alright, it's broken." He snarled, shaking out his pelt as best he could. "Lets fish before this Starclan-forsaken ice grows back."
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