Wishing on a Star

Prolouge
Leaf-bare hung over Ashfire mountain, making the air chill to a low -3 degrees. The Tribe of Rocky Cliffs clinged to the mountain in desprerate need of warmth. Caves were they're only shelter. The wind blew furiously as the stars slowly creeped over the dulling sky. Snow fell hard and fast. Snow where the air freezes padded through the slick heavy blizzard. She closed up her ears and shook the Snow from her pelt every few minutes. TBC