[wolfie]

Snowpaw stretched his limbs, yawning. He waddled over the fresh-kill pile, a bored expression on his face. He blend in fairly well with the snow, after all he looked like it. His appearance was plain while is personality wasn't. He leaned down, picking a somewhat small mouse. He settle down on the snow, he was used to the somewhat stinging feeling it gave him. He slowly ate the mouse, purring. His eyes keeping out for a friend he could talk with. Snowpaw didn't know why but he haven't ran into anyone, were they avoiding him? I mean, `them` he didn't mind if they were. It kind of hurt his feelings a bit but he didn't let that bring him down. After he finished up with the piece of prey, a small mischief smirk appeared. Digging a somewhat hole he could, he tried to hide in the snow. If anyone walked past him, he could jump out and scare them. "This will be wonderful!" Snowpaw purred with delight, hiding.

@Sasukewolf (madness)