Rock. Branch. Root! All were such hazards that he could stumble on! Mama had taught Braanx to watch out for these, because he fell so much. So now, even though he was very far from Mama, he would have to look out for himself, and watch for every little thing. He'd already gotten a rock jammed between his paw pads. That hurt a lot.
Favoring his injured paw, the teal little kit leaped over a tree branch, landing not-so-neatly into a pile of snow From far away, someone would only see his tri-colored, bright tail sticking out of the powder. He gave a yelp of pain as the snow soaked into his aching pads.
"Cold!"
