The kits played happily, racing up and down the Speed Slopes, yowling happily as they chased each other, trying to keep up with the ones in the lead, spraying snow in their wake.
They're WinterClan through and through, Sparrowflight thought with a purr as the elder sat next to her brother outside of the elders den, an old bear's den with a moss curtain, crunching on a mouse bone.
"Those kits'll be fine hunters." Redwhisker grunted and Sparrowflight nodded, staring about the clearing.
The snow had grew steady overnight and there was going to be a Gathering soon.
"Ha! The other Clans can't handle the cold like WinterClan! " She heard Oakkit boast from the top of the stone pile.
She shook her head, snorting fondly.
Lightningkit sped towards them, a vole limp in his jaws, still smelling of the nursery, which was a hollowed out stone den guarded by brambles, perfect for shelter from the cold wind to come, similar to the apprentices.
Before she could thank the young one, she heard Poppystar yowl, "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather beneath the Ice Ledge! "
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When Stars Fall Silent
Ficción GeneralForestClan has given a terrible Omen to the Seven wild Clans... "I see kits drowning in a river of red. Leaders fighting unnecessary battles. Not even ForestClan can stop what is to come." So far, only 3 of the Clans have received this. A RainClan...
