Dawnlark Plains Under the weather...or snowstorm

@Monty Flynn only

Rose's black paws padded unusually clumsily through the snow as she strained her hears for the sound of prey.  It had been a full day since her falling-into-a-frozen-creek incident, but somehow she felt even colder now than she had before.  Rose hadn't eaten for a day and a half.  She knew that she had to get food or she would only feel worse, so she had dragged herself here to hunt.  She was regretting it.  It seemed that every time she got close to catching something, her feet tripped her up and scared it away.  It didn't make any sense!  Rose was pinnacle of grace and poise and energy, so why did she feel so sluggish and tired and dizzy? 

Rose flopped down on the snow and groaned.  WHY ME?!  She asked the grey sky angrily before giving into her exhaustion and falling asleep.