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Shattersong padded out of camp, her paws sore from walking on snow. She loved snow because it helped the pure white molly hunt, but it also made her cold. It had its ups and downs she supposed, flicked her ears. Her ice blue gaze pierced through the falling snow, and after a moment she picked out the scents of rabbit, quickly locating the rabbit about a tree length away from where she stood. Crouched low so her belly fur brushed the snow, she started forwards, but unknowingly had cracked and old gorse twig, and the rabbit took off, disappearing down its hole. Mouse-dung! Shatteredsong thought, pushing onward in the hopes of finding another prey animal.