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(just gonna leave this here...
https://youtu.be/l9J6HcSpTbU )
“I couldn’t agree more...” Larkstripe chattered, leaping up and shaking flecks of frost from his pelt.
“I definitely think sticking to the tree line is a pertinent idea, if we’ve any intentions of avoiding becoming catcicles.” He agreed. Once he was up, Larkstripe was light on his feet—either due to his WindClan heritage or his frozen pads, one could never be sure. The snow along the slope nearly reached the warrior’s belly, and he looked a bit like a drunken fox, half running, half bounding up the snowy grade, his banded tail flagged above his back.
“I am a distinguished warrior of RiverClan, and I will not allow a simple snowbank to best me.” He announced, locking his jaw and furrowing his brow in a rather fearsome glower. He built up strength in his hind legs, and with an effortful grunt, took a flying leap.
He landed in a whirlwind of frosty powder, nothing but two ginger ear tips and a banded tail visible above the drift.
“It appears...I have underestimated my opponent.” Came a muffled, crisp lilt, from beneath the heap of snow.
(and for tax
https://youtu.be/J3y6nEdVIug )