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Canary22 wrote:Username: Canary22
Cat Name: Barkshine
Clan: Dawnclan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: She-cat
Age: 32 moons
Prompt:
Barkshine wrinkled up her nose as she peered out of her den. The ground was covered with a light blanket of snow, and gentle flakes drifted from the sky. It didn't snow much in Dawnclan's territory, but when it did, the forest became a magical place. At least, that's what the Twolegs and most other cats thought. Barkshine had a different opinion. She thought that snow was wet, cold and disruptive of the day's activities. The prey always hid in its dens when snowfall was near, which made hunting difficult. It also brought things like whitecough and other illnesses, which were a hazard to all, especially kits. But worst of all was what it did to her fur.
Being a longhaired cat sometimes wasn't easy for Barkshine. It got caught in everything, and was a nightmare to clean. But when it got wet, like when she got snow on it and it melted, it didn't dry out for hours, sometimes not even until the next day. Being wet meant being cold, and Barkshine despised both things. Deciding that she would be petty (and that she didn't want tot get her paws wet), Barkshine came to the conclusion that she would stay in her den all day. She would eat no prey, and would therefore not have to hunt any.
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