❄️|| Hyperlaser weakly made himself — or at least tried — making himself warmer in the small den he made a few days ago. It was so small, some sticks over sticks to make himself a tiny roof that was coming down like a half circle made out of sticks and mud and the roof having a huge leaf on top. The small den was keeping its balance between two huge trees that were pretty close to each other. Hyperlaser squeak softly trembling from the cold. The cold wind was sending threats to the poor roof he made, making his den shake vigorously. He sneezed loudly, mucus spreading on the inside of his mask and some dripping from his red little nose. His mask wasn’t keeping him any warm. He cried softly squeaking. He knew himself he would not survive. He wasn’t ready for this winter. He didn’t even store food, he was starving, it was impossible for him. He made himself look like a ball laying on the improvised bed made out of sticks, leaf and feathers.

time passed and he couldn’t take it anymore he was hungry, the wind outside wasn’t that bad now but still cold, so with heavy moves he stood up and walked out of his den, hoping to find food. as soon as he stepped out, the wind managed to blow in his fur making him tremble more and the snow again his paws wasn’t making it any better. He started to look around walking away from his den, his instincts almost completely gone, scaring every little mouse away and not noticing that himself. He squeak feeling nausea, staring down at his small paws, walking forward he heard some heavy steps in the snow come his way. It took him some good minutes to look forward and when he did you were already in front of him. he squeak loudly and took some steps backwards hissing loudly, just hissing making him lose energy.