11-03-2020, 05:54 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Honey had been in her nest when the blizzard hit, suddenly and violently. Her thin fur coat was no match to the bitter cold as the storm pummeled PalmClan territory. She was not accustomed to the cold, let alone snow. Her den was merely a deep hole in the sand, reinforced with rocks and wood. It provided little shelter to the harsh elements, and she feared the snow would eventually build up and completely block her in.
Against Rhinestonestar's command, the doberman crawled out of her den, shivering as the wind and snow pelted her. She looked around, view obscured by the heavy blanket of snow falling down. She padded around camp aimlessly, trying to find others to shelter with. "What do we do if the snow blocks our dens? We won't be able to breathe!" The apprentice called out to the wind, hoping Rhinestone or someone would hear her over the blizzard. She doubted snow was much different than sand or dirt, in that it would block oxygen flow. If someone's den got buried with snow, she was sure that would spell disaster. She could dig people out, but she wondered if it was better to evacuate camp before they were buried with snow. Surely there was someplace in the territory that would offer a little more protection... maybe like the abandoned house in the twisted forest.
Against Rhinestonestar's command, the doberman crawled out of her den, shivering as the wind and snow pelted her. She looked around, view obscured by the heavy blanket of snow falling down. She padded around camp aimlessly, trying to find others to shelter with. "What do we do if the snow blocks our dens? We won't be able to breathe!" The apprentice called out to the wind, hoping Rhinestone or someone would hear her over the blizzard. She doubted snow was much different than sand or dirt, in that it would block oxygen flow. If someone's den got buried with snow, she was sure that would spell disaster. She could dig people out, but she wondered if it was better to evacuate camp before they were buried with snow. Surely there was someplace in the territory that would offer a little more protection... maybe like the abandoned house in the twisted forest.
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winged fawn doberman — 10 months old — she/her — palmclan apprentice