Frigid Snow

As the pure white tom crouched down, he caught to faint scent of the hare which he had been tracking through the snow. It's tantalizing scent drifted to his nostrils and he forced himself to stay still and quiet. His dark green gaze was fixed on a movement in the snow and he felt himself stalk forward in instinct. Once reaching leaping distance from the prey, he leapt out, his paws reaching forward to grasp the delicate creature when another shape came out, lunging for the same target. He couldn't stop himself and it seemed as though the unfamiliar enemy couldn't either. The two collided while the lucky rabbit bounded away. 

     "You!" the white tom hissed, recognizing his sister and showed his white, gleaming fangs in his dramatic act of disgust.

     "Can't say I'm happy to see you, too, Cloudy." She meowed nonchalantly, loving every bit of bothering her older brother.

     "Go away, Bianca, and it's Vinestar now, Cloudy was my kittypet name." Vinestar growled, clearly agitated.

     "You're acting just like those dumb Clan cats. And speaking like one, too! I must go now, Cloudy, back to my group. I'll see you around, Vinestar." She scoffed before turning around and making her way through the snow, her light gray fur contrasting a bit with the snow's milky pelt.

There are two lives of each cat... The Clan way or the other one. Will you run alongside your Clanmates till death or the more solo one, with a group or alone?