Beyond the Everlasting Chill

Chapter 2

The sky was already black, and the moon was barely a claw-scratch. The snow was freezing underpaw as Fallen Pinnacle navigated her way out of the small wood that surrounded her rocky den.
She tried desperately not to think of her dying mother or her panicked brother responsible of her care.
If I could move faster on this mountain, but it's too risky. No matter how stressed I am now, I'll regret it if I die and Trembling Bough waits for me to return and make things better. But I'm determined to find herbs, even If I have to find help.
Once she was clear of the stretch of skinny pines, and stench of her mother's sickness.
She could now be able to think clearly about the path she was taking and the danger she'd be facing at every corner.
While she felt perfectly at home on the mountain, she knew to always be afraid, and alert. The frozen pools won't always be shallow, and even though this isn't the summit there are still jagged rocks to fall on and precipices to fall over. And not only that, but predators. Weasel Fang himself, was killed by a fox. Fallen Pinnacle cursed suddenly when she realized the depressing thoughts she was falling into, but now she could only see Weasel Fang's dead body beside the burnt pine tree. He had been hunting- which the tawny tom had practically done his whole life- in an open space, where no trees or shrubs had grown. He had been stalking a warbler, and the moment he caught it, a fox attacked him, they grappled together for a long time- Weasel Fang wasn't giving up his prey- the tom left many harsh wounds on the fox, but the fox was stronger and tore Weasel Fang's hind leg halfway out of it's socket. While the fox was rubbing his freshly clawed eyes, Weasel Fang dragged his bleeding body through the snow, till he found shelter in a spindly thorn tree. Of course, the fox pursued him, but as he strugged to climb the tree, Weasel Fang delivered another strong blow to the fox's eyes, and he fled. Then when Weasel Fang knew he was gone, he clambered down the tree, still gripping the last pieces of the warbler, and dragged himself home. But he collapsed at the entrance of the pine wood, ate the tough pieces of warbler meat, then died as he bled out from his torn leg. The stench of death found Fallen Pinnacle and Trembling Bough when they were hunting, and Rabbit Paws who was stronger then followed them. She fell onto her beloved mate's body yowling in agony. The whole family piled against him and cryed. Then, they buried him there, right where he ate his last meal of his favorite type of prey, warbler.