The sky sparkled with snow. Its usually blank blue canvas was painted with silvers, and the ground was unusually dark. Because the snow was so deep, the pine trees were heavy and laden with snow and reached the ground. A young she-cat was crouched beneath one of those trees, covered with snow herself. Protected by her long fur, HoneySnow had been here hunting for nearly the entire morning and had accumulated quite a pile of fresh robins under her sheltered tree. She was preparing to head back to camp soon, but wanted to catch at least one more bird for lunch.