[center][hr][h1][b][i][color=0054a6]Wolf[/color][/i][/b][/h1][/center]
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[color=0054a6][i]Brrr. It's [b]freezing![/b][/i][/color]

Wolfpaw cursed under his breath as he walked over a fallen branch that had toppled over a frozen stream. Frost gathered on his nose as he fought his way further, his plumed tail swaying behind him. The winds were somewhat harsh that night, and he cursed them too. Winter was very hard on whatever forest creature that dared to leave his den. Was he a fool to abandon his lavish life in his owner's home? [color=0054a6][i]Think about it, Wolf. Right now you could be curled in front a warm fire with a full belly, and you wouldn't have to worry about dying in the cold. [/i][/color]

He shook out his pelt. He shouldn't be thinking about this-- it was far too late to go home. Even though his blue collar still hung around his neck, there was no way that he would go home. Wolf leapt off the other side of the fallen tree and walked into the forest. Here, it was darker, but at least he was more sheltered from the wind. He blinked, his bright yellow eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. There was a strange smell in the air, strong and thick, like a fox or other creature. In fact, it smelled exactly like cats. Could he have reached the Clan of cats that he was looking for? Wolf hung closer to the floor, prowling deeper into the forest. His heart thumped in his chest. If he was this close... then his trip wasn't for nothing. 

[@The Elvenqueen]