Frozen Flowers

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A silver she cat curled around her 2 newborn kits, her tongue grooming over their gray pelts. The tom kit, a gray and white bicolor meowed when her tongue lapped over his still damp head. His sister, a gray, silver and white calico sungled into the crook of the queen’s belly. A dark ginger tom entered the milky den. He rubned his face on the queen face, and then he sat down next to her, his fluffy tail curled over her belly.

"So, how did it go, Silverspots?" He asked. Silverspots purred and moved her tail away, reviling the tiny kits.

"A she-kit and a tom. Foxstar, " She nuzzled the tom back to her belly. "I know. I know. Their so small...".

"But their perfect!" Foxstar purred. Silverspots nuzzled the she-kit and meowed again. "I'm going to call the she-kit Lilykit." Foxstar nodded. "And the tom will be Fogkit." She purred.

"Fogkit and Lilykit. Welcome to the forest, and welcome to Thunderclan."

A brown tom with a darker tail, muzzle and ears gazed uo at the cold spring sky, the stars twinkling far away. His long fur smoothed down.

"Thank you..." he murmured up to the stars. "Thank you for sparing my sister. And thank you for letting me find an apprentice. I'm sure Mosskit will serve you well."

"Wildspirit."

Wildspirit turned, his yellow eyes widdening at the sight of a creamy white she-cat standing behund him, her fur ablaze with bits of light.

"Wildspirit, a trator will soon come to light. Fear the forest floor, Wildspirit."

inside."