Made for a writing project in Biology
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Littlepaw opened his eyes to see the dark walls of his cave. He felt his stomach grumble as he yawned wide. He glanced over to his food corner. It was too dark to see back there so he got up from his little nest, stretching, and trotted over to it. Great. He thought as he looked down at the remaining scraps and crumbs of his food pile. He turned his back on the food pile and towards a small unfrozen water puddle. He looked at himself in the reflection of the water; a grey face with a black paw marking over one of its left ocean blue eyes stared back at him. He sat for a minute, gazing down at his black ‘socks’ and black tipped tail that was wrapped around his paws. After a minute or two, he stood and turned towards the entrance of his den. At least I know what I’m doing today. He shook out his fur to prepare for his plunge into the cold mountain atmosphere.
He sighed and launched himself into the snowy, cold mountainside.
Where to go? He trotted across the steep mountainside looking around for any possible food but nothing was visible but the small forest in the little valley not too far below his cave. He ran down towards the forest when he spotted a black-tailed rabbit with white fur hobbling along though the snow. Time for the prey to meet its predator. Littlepaw thought as he charged towards the rabbit.
Unfortunate for him, the rabbit had seen him, kicked him back in the jaw and dashed off. “Not today!” She squeaked. Littlepaw let out a loud yelp of pain before shaking his head and running off after the rabbit in a rage. What he didn’t know was that when the rabbit looked behind herself, she realized she was then not running away from Littlepaw alone. Still furious at the little rabbit, Littlepaw paid no attention to the danger that was growing and now rumbling down the mountain behind him as they both charged the forest. Only when Littlepaw tripped on a root and tumbled to the ground was when he looked behind himself. His eyes widened until they looked big enough to swallow all light. Coming roaring and rumbling down from the mountainside was what looked like a fluffy blanket of white, swallowing everything in its path, even the mountain.
Littlepaw spun around towards the bare, seemingly lifeless forest and he shot off like a bullet. A few seconds later he even passed the little rabbit, who was managing to be able to scramble up a tree. Glancing behind him, he saw the avalanche a hundred feet behind him and closing in, fast. He charged to the nearest tree and began to climb onto the lowest branch. By the time he got on it, the avalanche had closed in even more on him. Using every last bit of strength he had, he climbed the tree, branch by branch. Soon he reached the topmost branch that could hold his weight, he looked back at the avalanche to see that the sheet of snow still raised far over his head, maybe even another tree-length higher. Even if Littlepaw wanted to call for help, the roar of the disaster would have drowned out his voice. All he could do was cling to the branch. Then the avalanche reached him.
