Day 2 Username: MutatedCry
Clan link: Clan of Eternal Sun Prompt:The sun rose blinding white-hot, casting a reflection of itself across the desert. Where pale sand and dark brush had once stretched on for miles, there was now a stretch of white so bright it threatened to blind all who lay eyes on it.
Two sets of paws sank into the crust, the normal silence of pawpads against sand replaced with the crunching of snow. Pelts brushed against desert foliage and one turned, rising up on their hind legs to snag a low-lying sprig of buckwheat, pulling it down to the ground to inspect it.
The other cat stopped, turning around to watch his partner inspect the herb. "Any luck?"
Glassheart snorted, abruptly letting go of the branch, causing it to spring back up, catapulting snow. Thymeskip snickered, tail flicking in amusement as Glassheart stared off in the direction of the sound. "...No. It's like you guessed— the snow froze all the new growth. I'd be surprised if any herbs out there were still usable."
"Guess we'll have to be stingy then," Thymeskip sighed. "Someone's gotta tell Everstumble to try and be a
little less clumsy for a bit."
The two were silent for a moment, as the wind blew steady across the desert, kicking up snow and ice instead of sand. A dark shape appeared on the horizon, standing out sharply against the blinding white, and Thymeskip raised a tail in greeting. "Obsidianwatcher's heading over here," He murmured to his partner, who stood up, ears pricked for pawsteps.
"How are the herbs?" They called out once they were in earshot, padding down the slope to stand by their Clanmates.
"Dead. Frozen." Glassheart replied brusquely. "I want to check some of the sagebrush by the Watching Stones, see if the rocks shielded the foliage at all. But the stuff out here is unusable."
Obsidianwatcher hummed thoughtfully, staring up into the sky. Thymeskip didn't even try to follow their gaze— the Watchers were always a little out of touch with the rest of them. "The Scavengers are saying much of the same. No food. Supplies will be scarce for a bit." They finally met Thymeskip's eyes, and the fur on the back of their neck rose at Obsidianwatcher's somber look. "I think this is an omen."