Stunted Sapling

Away from the isolated IceClan camp, there is a blank tundra. It, of all, sees the worst of the storms. There are reasons why no trees sprout in these conditions, yet there is one seemingly young sapling in the center of the winter wonderland. It cranes to the left, as if the zephyrs had blown it there. The gales are, indeed, harsh; and upon the branches are studded twigs, bare of leaves. The trunk is just thick enough to be able to carry a feline's weight, if not for a short moment. Upon it Crowstar stands alone to call announcements, and deposit ceremonies for the members of his society.