Dawnlark Plains Fire alone can save our Clan.

@Earp

Everything was so.. Wet! Snowskip was going to one puddle, to the next, mud occasionally spraying on her snowy-white fur as she carried a gleeful smile. The Clans have never been so damp, and while she remembered rainy seasons, she doesn't remember them being like this all the time. Then again, the little wolf is still young! 

Perhaps it was a season she did not know of yet.

It rained and rained, but never seemed to stop.