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Cloudy ~ Creek arrived into the clearing, wondering to the fresh kill pile, with a mouthful of prey gathered in his jaws. He'd place it down being satisfied with the burden of prey he captured. After that the white striped tom trotted over to the tree stump, that was created by a lightning storm which structed the tree down, only causing the base of the tree to remain. But that was moons ago before he was born in fact, but he knew of this story because the elders told him of such. And definitely he believed it, it sounded so persuasive and real why wound't you believe it? Causally he'd groom his fluffy fur, he'd twisted and turn his hold body for his tongue to reach the hardest spots.
'Not easy having white fur...' He thought with a small frown.
Giving nothing else interested to do, he'd lay on the stump watching the delicate snowflakes fall onto the ground.
'Yet so pretty, but cold and dire at the same time...' He thought.
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