Bonestar walked of his rock den. Snow covered the ground like a blanket. The clan was huddled in small groups, trying to save what warmth they had. Despite the majority of them being thick-coated to suit the harsh leaf-bare, they still were cold. At first he had trouble spotting them, as most of them were light grey, or white.
Bonestar's clan, Freezeclan, was named appropriately. Every leaf-bare, they got the worst of it. Cats in Freezeclan were born with thick white coats, which helped them hunt and camouflauge in the snow. A hunting patrol trotted into the camp. Bonestar rushed over to inspect their prey. Only one bird and one rabbit. He sighed, "Good job you all. This leaf-bare is hard, as always, go put it in the prey-pile and get some rest." He walked to the prey pile. Only the bird and rabbit, and then two more birds. He smiled at the prey. Even though it was so little, they had prey.
