so lets rewrite these two stories after uhhhhh
*windows crash sound*
you guys can be the judge of if i've improved
The wind whistled, trees bare of leaves swaying harshly. Snow piled high on the trees and surrounding landscape, burying it in the cold. No one would be in this mess, this blizzard.
But yet there you were.
Your paws were numb, shivering and wishing you knew the way back. Buried half-deep in snow with each step, you adventured on. Even as you felt regret grow high with each limb that began to grow numb, you did not falter.
Even the cracking ice on the lake did not falter your adventure. But where were you going?
Why was such a little life in the eye of the storm, the fiercest winds and blinding snow?
Eventually you began to stumble, paws too numb to feel where you were stepping properly. Even as you tripped, tumbled, and rolled down the large hills and even off a small cliff, you tried to keep moving. But you were tired.
What a poor little thing, you were. So small and fragile, yet the fiercest of them all.
The bravest too.
Only after you tumbled and stumbled for what seemed to be the hundredth time did you falter. Unable to pull yourself back up you lay in the snow, body almost all numb by now. Snow and ice clumped in your fur, weighing you down.
As your eyes began to softly close, and you felt the abyss of sleep pulling you in you saw something approaching you. As you tried to focus on the figure, you saw a large she-cat. She had long fur, fluffed out around her, barely tangled with snow and ice.
"You poor little thing."
That was all she said as she reached a paw towards you, her paw pads having a golden glow the closer they got. Despite the fierce cold and snow, the moment her paw made contact with you it felt as if you were safe and warm in your home once again. The ice and snow melted and left your fur soaked, clinging on to the surrounding snow.
As feeling camp back to your paws you shakily stood, only now feeling the burning and roaring pain in your muscles.
As the she-cat began to slowly trot off, and giving a flick of her tail to signal to follow.
You notice a tom staring at you, an icy glare in his yellow eyes as he kept a pace with the she-cat.
A one-sided love. A marriage of convenience, arranged. No love resided for the tom for the she-cat, but the tom loved her. Another form followed your pace, a she-cat looking similar to the two of them.
A daughter of the unloving pair.
You followed the family, through the blinding snow. Eventually it all faded away, and you did not notice what you had left behind as you followed them to a paradise.
It was not till after the storm and the snow melted did your family find you. Or well, a sign that you had once existed. You were not dead, but simply gone. The tracks that seemed to be scorched into the dirt and grass was enough evidence they needed that you had been guided to a kind place.
I shall do the 2nd story in another post, another time