Within the past moon SkyClan had been turned into a lush green forest into a terribly dull brown and white forest, yet somehow the land still remained to be gorgeous in Boarbelly's eyes. While he preferred the bright greens and the many pigments the flowers that bloomed in green-leaf gave off leaf-bare was simplistic yet pretty. He adored the way the snow seemed to shine as the suns rays glowed down upon it, he thought the way the snow began to sat on all of the trees branches was a nice touch and almost made up for their lack of leaves. More cats could probably agree with him about how pretty winter overall was, but he couldn't blame those who gave him a funky look when he expressed such an opinion. Leaf-bare being pretty was the only positive, the cons of the season far over weighed its sights. It was cold and miserable, prey becomes scarcer and inevitably there never fails to be a sickness that spread. He didn't know a winter where a life wasn't lost... and now they had dogs to care to? Ugh.
But SkyClan will prevail. We never fail to. They've gotten the short end of the stick many of times, but never had they let that get in their way.
He puffs up his chest with pride, he couldn't imagine belonging to a clan any other than this one. But then again he had been born and raised here, if he thought otherwise that' be a little concerning eh?
Brushing past the camps entrance he comes back home with a squirrel in its jaw, it was a bit on the small side but prey was prey and it'd satisfy someones hungry belly. His own was rather hungry, but he couldn't bring himself to eat without knowing the rest of the clan was fed first. So he turns and addresses anyone nearby, "Anyone hungry?"