arctic_wind
On the night of a screaming mountain storm, a Twoleg litter is born - and one kit, no larger than a mouse, slips through the cracks of the nest as a freezing draft and is carried away on the wind.
She never grows. She never cries. She drifts, frost-pale and forgotten, through the high peaks until a WindClan patrol finds her crawling toward a badger's jaws on the borders of their territory.
But how do you raise a kit who vanishes the moment the wind rises? How do you name something that StarClan never spoke of? And what does it mean for the Clans of the moor, the forest, the marsh and the river when a creature of pure winter walks among them - eternally a kit, eternally hungry for the sky?
Talltail and Barkface know only one thing for certain: every time they look down to check that she is safe, the same question rises in their throats.
Where is the kit?
A Warriors fanfiction set in the days of Tallstar's leadership. Slow-burn mystery, Clan politics, prophecy, and a small white shadow no patrol can hold.