Snowberry
Warrior of Skyclan
The usually lively camp of Skyclan was blessedly silent as the large, fluffy tom padded across flattened terrain. He’d just returned from a successful hunting trip with a few of his clanmates, and now he wished to spend what was left of his afternoon sunbathing and cleaning the dirt from his pelt. It wasn’t easy maintaining such long, white fur. Although it was very pretty and kept him warm during the winter months, if he didn’t reserve at least one portion of his afternoon to manage it, it’d be horribly matted the next day. With a heavy exhale, he sat down in his usual spot and began working away at the tangles, eager to be done with it so he could fully enjoy the sun’s warmth.