❉ daggers and pearls.

The feline fluffed his fur out as he walked against the strong gales. His claws flexed, searching for solid ground they could dig in for support. There was nothing but a thick layer of snow beneath him and so his small figure could be blown away at any moment. The lynx's ears were flat on his head as he tried to block out the howling wails of the wind. Golden eyes were narrowed, desperately searching for shelter through the vast landscape of white. Was the North always this cold? He should've stayed in the East, where winter was milder than this storm.

He shut his eyes as he wandered aimlessly, exhausted on his twisting paws. He collapsed a few moments later, tripping on his sleeping feet. Giving up seemed so easy. His body sunk into the snow before he finally lifted his head up. A structure loomed ahead, and that was all that needed to give him an ounce of motivation and strength to continue. He didn't care what it was or if it was wolf territory. He had to get there, that's all that mattered. Steadily rising to his paws, the cat pushed through the wind and cold. His whiskers brushed against the massive structure, informing him he was closer than he thought. He leaned against it, searching for an opening or crack. His heavy eyes widened as he found a small crack, large enough for him to squeeze through. After cramming his body through, he slumped onto the wooden flooring, unaware of any other creatures around him.

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