That night an urgent message arrived by sparrow, it was a red note that always meant that it was trouble. When our father (the chieftain) opened the letter. The first thing we noticed was that the ogam handwriting was hurried, but Paz being Paz could read it. It said the gorm was coming!

The alarm was raised throughout all of the Warren. We frantically packed some dandelions, cornbread and some acorns as supplies. Pool also threw his favourite toys into his. He must have realised what we were doing as every minute or so he looked over at Paz, she was in charge of packing all of our clothes and weapons.

We were finished but the moment we stepped out of the door (or if you were Pook stumbled would be a better word) we were swept off our paws and out of our warren, hedgefood into the winter snow created only in brambleness eve. The last message we heard was from our mother, Stay safe and out of trouble, go to forestleaf woods w

As we trudged through the snow we ducked in and out of the Hedgerows, as baby pook began to shiver and wail. It felt like we’ve been walking for hours in the snow, but it had only been 45 minutes. At last we reached half way and we were starving.

We carefully found the nearest sturdy tree, it was covered in moss and carvings it looked like it was 200 bramblenesses old. We carefully collected sheets of weed and grass to then weave into the walls but also to trap in the heat. Me and Paz collected flint and fire wood while Pook played with his toys.

 We roasted some acorns, that I had carefully packed, and ate in silence before Paz finally broke it, she stood up and walked to the shelter. That night me and Paz barely got any sleep we were thinking of our father and how brave he must of been. As those thoughts swirled in our heads they were swiftly invaded by the terrifying sight of the gorm!