CLOSED Robinsong's Day

[Meany]

Robinsong walked through the cold forest, the sun just breaking out over the horizon behind her and illuminating the frigid land through the trees.
The she-cat enjoyed days like these. Away from the chaos of DarkClan, in the deep cold her mind was as clear and crisp as the frozen plains she could look out on, if she reached the correct elevation.
Her large white paws crunched in the snow as she walked through the forest, some snow piled taller than herself. She was heading for a break in the trees that lead straight to a cliff that allowed her a view of the lower territories, a greater view than from DarkClan territory.
She broke through the trees and could see the cliff's edge - the 'end of the world,' as she liked to think of it.

Robinsong stopped and regarded the small open space. It was more snow with a random bush or two, and a rise the rimmed the cliff. She slowly padded up the rise until she reached the top and stepped out a pace. Robinsong's clear blue eyes reflected the endless skies above her, around her.

She could see more snow and mountains all around her, but it dropped off in front of her. In the distance she could see where the snow stopped in the mountains and turned to pine and scrub, then deeper green as it became the lowlands. A faint smudge was the strange two-leg City - it was funny: Robinsong had never seen a two-leg before, though once she had been to AbyssClan territory.
That was as close as she'd ever gotten. She'd hated AbyssClan, with it's strange terrain and dark pines, the insufferable warmth, and the odd-ball cats that lived there.

OOC: To be continued...

[Meany]

Later...

Robinsong had long since left the End of the World and had made her way deeper into the cold winding forest. (OOC: New territory name: Winding Forest?) The pale brown she-cat bounded through the deep snow with ease, her well-muscled shoulders attributing to her large jumps and her wide paws allowing her to wade through the snow as though it were the flattened grass of the lower mountains.
The ex-warrior's thoughts briefly wandered around the events that occurred before her father was born that lead to DarkClan moving their territory deeper into the high mountains. Fear. It had been fear.
Robinsong scowled and ran even faster, snow flying out from underneath her paws as she practically flew past the thin pines and scrub that dotted the mountain pass she'd made her temporary home.

OOC: TBC...