[Fawn]

Shivering as he woke to a cold draft, Fawnpaw tried to ignore the seeping of leaf-bare into his nest, filtering through his fur and bringing him to tremble for warmth. The winter had devastated the Clans and their territories, effectively making life harder, but this was a small side effect of the larger scale problems: his sleeping area was freezing, making it harder to get a restful night's sleep.

Fawnpaw stirred in his nest and realized he was colder than he initially thought when he shuffled away to survey the den wall, immediately met with less rigid air despite the temperatures dipping near zero. Near his nest, he could see the side of the den was mangled and worn by snow, the side caving in and leaving its inhabitants exposed to the elements. There wasn't a chance he could continue to sleep there peacefully, so he supposed it was going to be a long day of repairing the den wall with additional reinforcements.

Not long after, he'd collected a few reeds from the surrounding edge of the iced-over river, clumsily hauling them in to begin the fixes. However, he stared at the den wall in thought- it wasn't going to be an easy task for one apprentice to manage, never mind two if the other was short as he was. Trying to prop a reed into place, he struggled to lift it high enough to attach, staggering and straining in the process. It was hard to maneuver properly, heavy and difficult to control and weave into place, but he made a small leap of faith to hopefully secure it.

Unfortunately, his attempt was far from successful. The reed came crashing down on him, but it wasn't just the reed- a part of the den wall and roof caved in on top of him, piling the little apprentice in a drift of fresh snow.

@BILL.