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A harsh, frozen breeze whipped across the land, freezing cats to there bones. A spirit stood in front of Coldshard. Her eyes where bluer then the frozen ice or the clear blue eyes. Her ears, tipped black, her tail tip and paws the same. The rest of her pelt, Snow White, and black freckles on her face. She lifted her head."Coldshard."She meowed, her voice unearthly.{Tree}
The trees were already dark, because the setting sun was shrouded by the dense canopy. But the cats of Tree Clan were used to living in darkness, and Coldshard's eyes darkened further. He was used to living without the blissful happiness of Smoke and Maple and the darkness was so dark it darkened his dark mood ever further. His amber eyes were in the midnight zone, and even with a warm color, they were icy cold.
Just like his mood it was ironically reflected by his surroundings. The wind pierced his pelt, and turned him cold as the carcasses of lifeless squirrels in his jaws. He walked into camp and dropped the carcasses on the pile, brooding as he sat and waited for food, though he wasn't very hungry either way. What dampened his mood was the fact that yet again the cats from Smoke Clan had crossed the line. Not the border, but they crossed the imaginary line of too close to the border that he had made up.
Even worse, everybody was sick and SplashClan, well they actually did cross the border line, a common occurrence nowadays.
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