Birchkit nodded. "Good idea." She squeaked quietly as she started padding into the den. They were enough away from Stripestar that looking there way he wouldn't see them due to their white, snow plastered pelts, and they were also out of his hearing range so he wouldn't hear them talking if they were quiet. Wisteria might be in the den, so it was worth a shot. She looked around at all the seemingly large cats compared to the cold, shivering scrap that was Birchkit. She scanned the scene for Wisteria. She got the idea that Rosekit didn't know what they were looking for, so she tried to fill her in. "Remember that cat that came into the den earlier? We're looking for her. She seems nicer than Stripestar."