PART ONE
Thisledown stretched as she woke up to the bright light of dawn. Cold, white snow covered the ground. She looked at her newborn kits, checking to see if they were okay. As Thistledown sniffed Snowkit, the truth hit her; she was dead. Devastated, Thistledown padded over to Darkenedkit, whose chest rose steadily. Darkenedkit was alive. Thistledown took Snowkit by the scruff and carried her out to the clearing. Curious eyes darted towards her and her kit as she placed her small kit down into the snow in front of the leaders den. Silkstar was just coming out at that time, "Thisltedown, what is wrong?" she asked her worriedly. "Silkstar, I found Snowkit dead this morning." a tear rolled down her face, "But Darkenedkit is fine." Thisltedown sat down in front of her leader. "Another family tragedy. A moon ago; your mother, last week; your mate, today; Snowkit. I hope Darkenedkit will shine a light on your family, keep it alive." Silkstar touched her nose to Thistledown's forehead to comfort her. "There will be a burial tonight, is that okay with you?" she asked Thistledown, "Yes, that's fine." Thistledown skulked off to the nursery, her shoulder bones showing through her skin. You just had to look at one cat to tell what the weather was like.
