`see the beauty around you [open]

[ivory]

``Snowfoot

Deep in my heart I'm concealing
things that I'm longing to say.

A thin she-cat was on the move. Her alabaster white coat could easily be seen through the golden leaves of Leaf-fall. Snowfoot had to admit that Leaf-bare was on of her favorite seasons. The beauty of the red, orange, and yellow leaves in the distance blend in together. This made the trees seem like they were painted on a canvas instead of grown by Starclan. Sometimes the light furred she-cat wished that there were a little more trees on Streamclan territory. Of course, its not so that her clan has more prey to hunt, but to enhance the beauty of the land.

Snowfoot stepped on a stray leaf. It made a small crunch sound as she stepped on it. Luckily her prey was in the river, unlike in the forest like the other clans. If she was hunting such things as mice, they would have all scurried away to their underground burrows from the crunching of the leaf. Her paws padded on ward towards a small river. It was about a cat length wide, and she could see small little shadowy figures in the water. Looking for a good place to start, Snowfoot spotted a rock. The rock was flat, but not very high of the ground. On top of it was a bed of moss, and it looked big enough for the snowy cat to lie on it.

Approaching the rock, she jumped on it. Her paws landed on the soft and cool moss. Snowfoot looked up at the sky. The sun was shining, though it had a gray cloud in front of it. A gust of wind blew from out of no where. It chilled her to the bone. The white cat shivered. Her gaze shifted from the sun to her fur. Her fur was short and white. Her white coat doesn't attract heat easily, which means that for heat Snowfoot has to rely on her fur length to keep her warm. Sadly her short fur can't even do that. "Why couldn't I be born with long fur? Or maybe if I had darker fur?" Snowfoot muttered to Starclan.

The white she-cat had almost forgotten why she was here. Her eyes stared at the river again. She laid down at the very edge of the rock with her front paws hanging off, barely apart from the surface of the water. Snowfoot waited for what seemed like an eternity, but was actually one or two minutes. Like a flash of lightning, she stretched out her paws, lightly hooking her claws into the scaly skin. Snowfoot had a moment of bliss, knowing that she caught food for her clan. Then the unexpected happened. The young she-cat lost her balanced and plunged in the freezing cold river. The fish that she had caught had got loose and had disappeared somewhere. "Foxdung!" Snowfoot really hoped that no one saw that, but somewhere she knew that at least one cat had have to seen that.

Scared to confess what I'm feeling
- frightened you'll slip away.