Large paws sank through a bank of snow. If one to simply glance and look away quickly, they might have just seen absolutely nothing. But that wasn't the case. Instead, if you looked closer, you'd actually find half of a cat wriggling inside the snowbank. Cold surrounded his entire body. But he was determined as ever to keep ahold of his prey. Feeling the satisfied crunch of the creatures spine, he began to scrabble backwards at the snow. Crystalline flakes of white powder were sent scattering all around him, catching in the light and glinting like little diamonds in the afternoon sun.

Ghostmemory emerged from the piles of snow, shaking bits and clumps from his head and sneezing to clear his nose. As he blinked the melting and cold substance form his gaze, he felt a surge of dismay. He hadn't in fact grabbed the Rabbit he had been chasing. No, instead, he'd managed to clumsily catch a not so tasty looking stick. Ears flicking back and drooping in his dismay, he spat it out and cuffed the snow with frustration. He'd never been too lucky with hunting, especially after his accident. But he couldn't believe he hadn't even caught a single thing today.