the snow crackled under your pawsteps, chilling them and turning your paws cold. the pine trees were all frosted over with snow spread out on their needles like sand on a white cat's pelt fur. you shake the off flakes falling on your whiskers, giving them a nice twitch. you normally wouldn't be trekking the forest you and tons of other cats and wildlife called home at this season, but your den had just gotten destroyed by some other cats. you couldn't beat them, as you were outnumbered 1-7.
the blizzard continued to rage on, until you see a large hollow in a stable pine tree. you crept a bit closer to it. it smelled like nothing, probably abandoned.. or maybe a smarter predator who had rolled around in the snow to mask their scent?
even though the risk was likely, you still went in the hollow anyways. inside was a silver tabby tom, with stunning blue eyes. he had a smirk planted on his face, which had just been a startled gasp a moment ago.
" and what can i do for you? "
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