The breeze felt like shards of ice piercing past your coat and into your skin , each step excruciating as the snow kept pouring. For the clan. This is for the clan. Was all you could repeat , like a mantra. The only thing keeping you and Obsidianmoon going was the soft sound of the animal that was what sounded like steps ahead. Hunting in a snowstorm was the worst idea the warrior has ever had , but the clan was in shambles as it was necessary for the clans survival.

“ At..least we aren’t the cats in search of herbs.. “

Obsidianmoon sneered out a chuckle , her whiskers freezing up as her black fur turned white from clunks of literal ice. Her steps silent , not even the crinkle of snow could compete to the roar of the wind. Starclan must have been in shambles if this was the state of the forest.

“ C-come on..another step.. “

Obsidianmoon’s ears folded inward , her stoic and quiet personality threatened to crack as she hissed like a kit in pain from the wrath of the snow. The prey could be anywhere , how was she supposed to see when snow was all she could feel , hear , smell , and hear!?