Tundrapaw's Recovery

Prologue

A cold icy wind blew, a pure white she-kit with amber eyes padded through the powdery snow, freezing her paws numb and her fur was laced with the winter's crystal tears.

Despite the cold and harsh winds, the kit continued on.
Ignoring the cold that numbed her to the bone, her sore paws, and tiredness that made her force herself to stay awake.

If I sleep, I will be covered in snow and die from the cold... If I don't make it soon, I'll be covered in snow as well... Either way, I must continue... Find a new life in this Clan more pure than mine of torture...

The kit wasn't giving up, obviously, by the thoughts in her head of her possible death if she was to stop, or give up...

By the time she had to stop, cats had surrounded her, she recognized the scent, it was the Clan she was seeking.

With knowing she had made it, she collapsed, closing her eyes.

I made it...Finally I made it...

"Get her to the Camp! She needs immediate help!" yowled a cat over the screaming wind.

"MapleWing, help Lakepaw, HareSpring, DarkWhisper, and Waveringpaw carry the kit."

The young kit was asleep, blacked out from the cold that filled her small body and froze her to the bone.

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When she woke, her fur was slightly wet, but she felt warm and comfy. A she-cat licked the top of her head.

"You're okay. This is your new home," she murmured softly. Soothing to the kit.

"...You need a name. I think you'll be known as Tundrakit..."

Tundrakit squeaked and nuzzled into her new mother's warm fur, closing her amber eyes, purring as she slept. Safe, warm, and comfy feeling as her mind dozed off, and slowly go deeper into a slumber.