Snowflake's Story

Chapter Forty-Three

A month passed.

Bird refused to talk to anyone. She had become mute and declined most food brought to her.

Snowflake found her life a lot more dull without Cocoa. He was always there to tease, or crack a joke, or to just be there for her.

And now he was gone.

James hadn't been acting the same. He usually looked lost in thought. He was probably thinking about Echo and Stars, and probably Cocoa and Glow as well.

Hershey and Branch were taking it extremely hard.

Snowflake decided to take a walk in the forest. She arrived at the stream.

The stream.

Where it all began. Where Squirrel masked his scent to avoid detection of him killing Tim, to eventually win over Sara. Then it led to James and Cocoa finding out, then Snowflake finding out, then River finding out..

Then Glass dying.

Where it all began.

"Stone didn't succeed," a voice said.

Snowflake instinctively crouched, keeping her tail under her belly.

"At least he wasn't as clumsy as Squirrel," another voice replied.

"True. But with that many trained cats, he only killed one. We need to get Echo's son."

Snowflake flinched. James.

"Yes, Echo's spirit must be tormented."

"For what he did to Killer."

"Yes.."

The first voice was a gray tabby tom with white and brown eyes, and the second voice was a dark ginger she-cat with orange eyes.

"Father!" A familiar voice called, running over to the two other cats.

A gray tom with orange eyes.

"Stone," the tabby meowed.

Snowflake pricked her ears and raised an eyebrow. She didn't know a vicious cat who had invaded her clowder would have such an un-threatening name.

"I've caught a squirrel," Stone purred, his eyes shining.

"Err, nice, son," the tabby replied.

A dark ginger tom appeared next to Stone. He had brown eyes, and a white tail-tip. His glare suddenly turning to Snowflake sent a shiver down her spine.

Squirrel.