Thistlebird walked through the snow. Small puffs could be seen whenever he exhaled. "No prey along here..." He fluffed out his fur against the rain and occasional gusts of wind. Darn it! He narrowed his eyes and stood under a tree. He looked around. He only saw paw prints in the snow. He took a deep breath and sat down. "I can barely smell any scent because of this wind.." Thistlebird huffed. "Or this rain." The warrior stood up and padded off toward the Thunderclan border. Before he could reach it, he thought better of it and swerved away, heading back into his own territory. "Best not.. Wouldn't want to get into an unwanted fight." The tom picked up his pace until he was sprinting through the territory. Without stopping, he leapt and grabbed hold on a tree trunk. He dug his claws into the bark and scrambled up the tree. When he decided he was high enough, he leaned away from the trunk and hauled himself onto a branch. "Hm." He purred, sitting down. "Actually, the rain isn't that bad..."