Welcome to the new age (Snowfall)

 Welcome to the new age



 Part One, Mission One of Snowfall



 The opening is partly from the first ever episode of War, to which I credit it!



I love my life. I really do. I mean, look at me, a well-groomed kittypet, in a beautiful house accompanied by an amazing she-cat named Sparkles. Trips to buildings in Twolegplace, festivals, exhibitions, amazing luxury food, and a comfortable bed every night. What’s not to love?



“Snowpaw!” calls Sparkles from the kitchen. “Come on, we’re doing something different today!” Sparkles has a cream pelt dappled with silver spots, while I have a snowy white pelt, long and fluffy from the past few months as a kittypet. Despite all the food, I still maintain my amazing warrior build from my time in Thunderclan.



“Where are we going?” I ask her as we slip through the open window. The garden around us smells of flowers and freshly cut grass, a pleasant start to the day.



Sparkles flicks her ears. “Remember Bottle and Penlid from your first encounter here?”



I stop in my tracks, trying to remember. “Yeah.”



<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:16px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">She slowness her pace, waiting for me to catch up. “We’re meeting them today!” she squeals. “And we have something special planned for you!”.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:16px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Great!” I purr, trying to sound as enthusiastic as she was. “But I thought we were going for a walk by the river today?”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:16px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">Sparkles skips along the path by the road. “Oh never mind that, dear. This is going to be much more exciting!”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:16px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I try to engage in a conversation. “So tell me more about where we’re going,” I ask as we scrabble onto a car and project ourselves over a crumbling stone wall. The sight in front of me now is hardly what I imagined.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:16px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">A house stands before us, worn and falling apart. The windows are smashed, the door has fallen off, and weeds have blocked any view of the path.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:16px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">“Sparkles,” I tremble, looking at the rusty signs around us as we approach the house. “I think this is private property.”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:16px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">My best friend comes bounding up to me to give my ear a loving lick. “Oh Snowpaw,” she sighs dreamily. “It’s just to keep the vandals out.”

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:16px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;">I hold my head high as we approach the door.