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es lockt mich der abgrund

[attr="class","itdscroll"]Leaf-bare proved to be quite aggressive this morning. The snow fell so persistently it made the sky appear as nothing but an expansive, white sheet. It coated Barktail’s back, gathering up into solid patches like a great turtle shell.

The beginning of the season presented unique opportunities in the bog. Ice may freeze the top of ponds, but the creatures inside appeared untouched. This shallow one had an unmoving frog buried in its murky bottom. Barktail’s paws crashed through the surface, quickly followed by his jaws in search of his quarry. Frogs disturbed from their icy sleep were often too shocked to flee, and so this catch wasn't difficult. Barktail dropped the dead prey between his feet.

Though anxious murmurs and worried brows were commonly passed among his clan-mates, this mood could not be found in Barktail. StarClan was infallible as a guide; as they had helped the Clan through countless, harsh moons before, they would not fail them now.

This belief held steadfast, despite harsh tests not so long ago. The tragedies had hit like the unrelenting waves of the river, and under that weight, Barktail's usual mood had been challenging to keep. Only a clear mind, he found, could ward off despair. Day by day...

The pond’s touch stung Barktail’s chin and paws. He shook his long fur, scattering water droplets and snow. I need a nice sunbath before I turn to ice! He chuckled to himself, aware he must look like a big oaf

es lockt mich der abgrund

[attr="class","itdscroll"]Leaf-bare proved to be quite aggressive this morning. The snow fell so persistently it made the sky appear as nothing but an expansive, white sheet. It coated Barktail’s back, gathering up into solid patches like a great turtle shell.

The beginning of the season presented unique opportunities in the bog. Ice may freeze the top of ponds, but the creatures inside appeared untouched. This shallow one had an unmoving frog buried in its murky bottom. Barktail’s paws crashed through the surface, quickly followed by his jaws in search of his quarry. Frogs disturbed from their icy sleep were often too shocked to flee, and so this catch wasn't difficult. Barktail dropped the dead prey between his feet.

Though anxious murmurs and worried brows were commonly passed among his clan-mates, this mood could not be found in Barktail. StarClan was infallible as a guide; as they had helped the Clan through countless, harsh moons before, they would not fail them now.

This belief held steadfast, despite harsh tests not so long ago. The tragedies had hit like the unrelenting waves of the river, and under that weight, Barktail's usual mood had been challenging to keep. Only a clear mind, he found, could ward off despair. Day by day...

The pond’s touch stung Barktail’s chin and paws. He shook his long fur, scattering water droplets and snow. I need a nice sunbath before I turn to ice! He chuckled to himself, aware he must look like a big oaf