But somewhere below
This hardened ice lay waiting
A whole world, asleep

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But somewhere below
This hardened ice lay waiting
A whole world, asleep
Travels Around Iceland
Frozen Rivers
By Misha Martin
The Quiet North - A Tragedy in Needleclan
This leaf-bare season there seems to be much fewer squirrels as a prey source for the clan, in response a long (and frankly quite boring) clan meeting was called.
In the clamour two apprentices rosepaw (left) and shrubpaw (right) decided to travel across pine creek and spy on the neighbouring territory of eagleclan. But when a storm started to brew the two cats raced back carelessly, this lead to the scene I drew here.
While the water isn’t too deep in this creek hypothermia would prove lengths more dangerous then drowning. A rescue patrol found sweet, young rosepaw desperately dragging a frozen body in the direction of camp. Her minor cold will soon clear up, but the experience will never leave her mind.
Walking the ice on the river with my dog in mid February is thrilling. It's snowing but it's warm for this time of year. The winter was cold, but only for weeks at a time before the sun would let loose like champagne from a bottle and I'd be buying my second bottle of washer fluid for my car windows. Every careless step I take makes a cracking sound. I listen for the difference in pitch. The high-pitched cracks add to the suspense in a sweet chime, giving me enough confidence to leave my next footprint. The deep cracks resound in my chest and catch my breath. My dog trots beside me, slipping and sliding as he goes along happy for the outdoors, happy for my silent company. My boots stretch up to my knees and find purchase on the ice far better than nail-tipped paws. He's not cold through his shedding coat, but I shake in mine. We're half as far as I want to go, if we can make it there in time. I think about the two boys who fell in a frozen lake with their dog last week and were rescued with moments to spare. Then I think of my mom whispering to my dad about the two boys who fell in yesterday and never made it out.
c.d. - Walking Across Rivers
It's so bloody cold here, the rivers are freezing. The rivers that are notorious for flooding at the drop of a hat. :I
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