[duckie]

Originally Posted by shortstack

[closed, reposting cause it got drowned] @wren

A black and white tom wandered through the open moors, occasionally stopping to sniff a rabbit burrow or simply pause to look at his surroundings. He adored the look of the moors during leaf-bare - solid, undisturbed snow glittering under the first rays of morning light was a sight unmatched. His paws ached from the chill but he didn't seem to mind too much. Rook had better things to worry about. It had been a while since he had paid a visit to clan territory. Last he heard, WindClan wasn't doing too hot. Something about the other clans stepping all over them. Not that it really affected him in any way, of course. Aside from allowing him to wander a bit more freely, of course.

[boop @wren ]