-What is Snowstorm?- Snowstorm is basically my own little holiday that I created yes can I celebrate it yes will I be celebrating it yes snowstorm doesn't really rely on any sort of religion or spiritual belief because well basically it's just a celebration of the 1st actual like snow or snow storm of the year. Today I got about 1 or 2 inches of snow so I'm counting that as the 1st snowstorm or the day of just snowstorm I just call it snowstorm it's not snowstorm day because it's probably national day for snowstorms or something so for me it's just snowstorm is there probably a holiday out there named snowstorm yes do I care no. -A Short, But True, Story.- I felt the cold air throughout my bones and fur. My ears twitched and I fell. My mate, A female wildcat, pressed against me and licked my shoulder. "Just a bit longer." She said in a comforting tone. I looked ahead of me to the shadow of a large pine tree. I slowly got up, I almost immediately fell. Why was it so hard to walk? I wondered. I looked ahead of me yet again, and I saw how close we were to the shadow. I stepped towards the shadow again, fell, then I started to flail, and I continued until I was laying on my back, under the pine tree. But something felt... Wrong. Parts of my front legs and side were cold, as well as the bottom part of my head and neck. I rolled onto my side and sat up. When I opened my eyes I realized... The forest had drifted away, I could hear several snowblower in the distance. I could hear a distant train horn, just once. I saw a suburban backyard. I closed my eyes and turned my head down. If I still had the ability to cry I would, but too many tears had been shed already. I opened my eyes, I could feel my mate press against me again, "Want another round?" I could almost hear her say. I nodded slowly again, and got up. -Image- My backyard, after this story took place. -Sound- You now had not want to click the stage or press space, there is crunch singing with low audio quality involved. -Song- Stressed out - Twenty-one pilots
