Snow drifted down into SunClan territory, the land now covered in a light sheet of frigid white. The sunny land was largely lost in the white expanse, becoming a desolate black and white landscape, save for where the hotsprings touched. Unfortunately, that area happened to be occupied by two clans, and Nightshadeintuition thought it would be rather crowded if he decided to head over there. Their 'camp', if it could be called more than a prison, wasn't too far from Wormwood's grave, and though he desired to sit there and contemplate, the presence of others, especially those of NightClan or BrookClan's patrolling warriors, was a rather unpleasant thing indeed. So, the blind tom just wandered the cold territory, his black fur a dark blot against the soft snow, golden eyes trained sightless forward as he navigated by feel and memory alone.