Ave narrowed her eyes, marching through the snow and trying to ignore the bitter, biting wind. She shivered slightly, glad that her pelt was thick. At least that was an advantage at this time of the year. But she couldn't find any food; and she was starving. The Maine coon raised her head, scenting the air before she sighed, giving up on trying to find prey for now She burrowed under neath the snow, curling up and trying to sleep.
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