[blizzardclaw]

It had been unseasonably warm that morning. Blizzardclaw had woken up and for the first time in a long while had been mildly comfortable. The sun was shining, the birds were flying, and the kits were playing. Yes there'd been snow on the ground from the night, but it was purely a dusting that probably would've melted away by sunhigh. He'd been optimistic that the wonderful weather meant newleaf had come earlier.

He should have known better.

Blizzardclaw had done a border patrol before sunhigh and was free of duties for the rest of the day. With the weather the way it was, he'd decided to go hunting and, after consulting with the deputy, thought Snakerocks might be worth a try. There wasn't a hunting patrol near there so he wouldn't be disturbing anybody, and it was still cold enough that any adders that would be out would still be slow and sluggish. It was perfect.

It really should have been the first sign that something was bound to go wrong. Cats generally avoid seeing things they don't want to see though. The weather was good so it would stay good. Blizzardclaw had been so blind to the changing weather he hadn't even looked at the sky, not once. The first snowflake had been a surprise, and not only because it had landed on his nose!

Fast forward and the longfurred warrior found himself taking shelter from a sudden snowstorm. Blizzardclaw frowned out at the snow and squinted, trying to see any defining shapes. Nothing. It was a complete white out. "Well this is great." he meowed to himself, turning to look behind him. There was an incredibly faint trace of badger, but it was from so long ago he was surprised he'd caught it at all. The cave was completely empty, even of adders. "I should thank StarClan at least that the cave is empty. I have no desire at all to hide with a fox or a badger. What would I even say?"

He pitched his voice in a polite simpering manner, like an apprentice trying desperately out of taking ticks off of elders. "'Oh I'm so sorry Missus Badger, I didn't mean to disturb you! But you see I find myself in a terrible predicament. The storm has cut me off entirely from my Clan and I was wondering if you couldn't find it in your heart to help a weary Clan cat out?'"

He scoffed loudly and started pacing. He was talking to himself only to fill the silence. Without his own voice the only sound would be the howling of the wind, and such a sound would be enough to raise the fur on even the bravest of cat's fur. "She'd probably reply, 'Of course dearie, you can take dark dreary corner 1 until the storm starts. If you feel any mild stinging don't worry, that's just the spiders drinking your blood. They always do that, you know, drink the blood of my guests. So rude!'"

Blizzardclaw would have continued but a distant sound made him freeze and strain his ears. He thought he'd heard something, and his usual response to tense situations, that being humor, was replaced with concern. That blizzard had come out of nowhere. Had another cat gotten stuck in it? Blizzardclaw steeled himself and stuck his head in the winds.

Immediately his ears stung like spiders really were biting them, and snow was flung into his eyes so sharply he couldn't even see his nose at the end of his muzzle. "Hello?! Is anyone out there?!" he yelled. He wasn't sure if he was hoping for a reply or not.

Tagged: Open!
Words: 602
Notes: He's so sassy. Where did this come from?