on wings of paper [snowfall, p]

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    RiverClan. Clan of the felines with bellies distended by kittypet food, and fur sleek with the grease from their fish. If there was any Clan worthy of Swiftfoot's scorn, it was them. Dark paws tread the hard line of the river as Swiftfoot etched her way down the border, partaking in what was becoming a rather frequent patrol of her own. The lack of Clanmates to chatter at her ears, or apprentices to chastise, was a blessing to this older warrior, as her entire focus was absorbed by the drifting landscape of sloping moors and muddied riverbed shores. A peaceful canvas untouched by the fingers of twolegs, so unlike her old home in the city.

    Threads of sunlight peeked through the cotton ball of white above, tinging the rushing water with amber streaks as it flowed relentlessly onward. She paused at a dip in the earth to take a few quick gulps of the liquid and flinched slightly when its icy sting prodded at her lungs. It was at that moment a sound pulled at her ears, jerking her sopping wet muzzle upwards and turning her pupils into tiny slits against a sea of green.


    snowfall.