IT'S BEEN THAT DAY FOR ME ☆ O, SNOW STORM EVENT

[number nine.]

The chill in the air alone was enough to set Number Nine on edge, but things only got worse when the snow began. He was out on the beach, large paws sinking into the sand as he wandered, looking for seashells to potentially paint as spooky decorations – a last minute addition to camp. Unfortunately, the snow came in hard and fast, and Nine could feel it, even through the thick pelt that covered him. He let out a hiss of protest as the winds knocked against him, which only evolved into an outright snarl of pain when he was hit with the first bit of hail. He could hear Rhine's frantic yelling in the distance, and his heart sank as well. So, this was what the boss man had been warning about at that last meeting. Gritting his teeth through the pain of the harsh winds and cutting hail, the jaguar leaped up into the air, letting his wings carry him upwards.

Despite their leader's frantic calls in the distance for everyone to immediately return home, Number Nine remained out in the air. Mainly because, if there was anyone stranded out here, he wanted to be able to help. He was one of the members of the clan who could fly, not to mention his considerable strength. Both of those were useful assets, and he wasn't about to let them go to waste, even through the hail that was colliding with his body. As he flew quickly through the ravaged skies, Nine raised his voice in a roar to be heard above the snow, calling out, "Hello? Is anyone out there! If you can hear me, call out to my voice! I'll be over there to help you get to camp as soon as I can!" He half hoped he didn't hear any calls, just so that he could feel as though everyone was safe – even though that could just as easily mean they were already dead.

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