Frostkit shivered, and mewed, "Bumblekit.... W-we should be getting back... The sun's going down, and I'm c-c-cold..." She let out a little sneeze, and shivered again. She heard other cats, and she bounded out to meet them. "W-W-Willowpaw!" She cried, "Ah-Ah-Ashpaw! Hello... I-it's getting dark.... And... I don't f-feel do good...." The little she-kit shook like a dead leaf in a storm, and little droplets of water from the hollow tree splattered onto the ground. Frostkit sat down and leaned against Willowpaw, her fluffy dappled pelt hot and her nose dry.
Leafpaw opened an eye, and noticed that Willowpaw and Ashpaw was gone. Meh.... Probably hunting... She thought, but in her was a flash of bitterness in being left out.
Flashkit was in the nursery, lying on his back. "Probably gonna be a storm soon..." He muttered to himself.








