If Mosskit lived

Chapter 1
Flurries of snow blew in Mosskit's face. She was freezing, felt like she couldn't go on much longer. She felt like solid ice, and couldn't feel her own body. She saw a small glimpse of her mother, Bluefur, running to her.

Bluefur picked up Mosskit by the scruff. She ran, ushing the other kits to follow. A brown cat