A Little Stuck

Thunder. The sound of thunder began low and far off and the young lioness stopped, turning her piebald face upwards. Rounded ears swiveled, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. Oddly, the longer Taiga stood there, the louder the thunder seemed to get. It was strange and the feline just didn't understand.

Taiga had been skirting the edge of the Frozen Field, keeping the mountains to the side of her. The night sky was bright and full of stars. The feline's wide paws allowed her to walk more easily than some over the snow, but her hefty weight sent those paws crunching through the frozen top layer of snow here and there. She had no real destination in mind and was just walking to hopefully find some place to sleep for the night. Perhaps one of the mountains would have a cave or something at its base. Anything to get out of the frigid, blowing wind for a while. As she curled around the edge of one mountain, that was when the thunder had begun.

A chunk of snow landed on Taiga's shoulder and she frowned. All around her, chunks of snow were hitting the ground. As more began to land on the striped woman, she looked up and her red eyes went wide. The thunder grew to a roar, and with good reason. An avalanche. It was a god damn avalanche and it was coming right for her. Snow and rocks sluiced down the side of the mountain and would soon crash at the bottom. And who was at the bottom? Taiga.

The charcoal and snow feline turned and ran as fast as she could, but no one can outrun an avalanche. The cat was scooped up by the sheer force of it, her body crashing through the river of snow and rocks. She was beaten and bruised, banged up and battered by the time everything came to a halt. She'd lost consciousness as well. How long had she been laying there under the snow? At least some rocks had created a little pocket of air that she had been drawing from. Her whole body hurt, but she needed to get out of there.

Massive paws scraped at the snow and thankfully there was less than a foot of the powder over her. The big cat curled her body, trying to get up before wincing in pain. Pushing the snow away, she noticed that one hind leg was trapped beneath two big stones. It didn't feel broken, but it was very, very sore. The position that she was trapped in didn't allow her much wiggle room to try and get free either. So she lay there in the snow, the stars overhead her only companions, trying to figure out a way to free herself.