“What are we gonna call her?”
"Hm...I'm not entirely sure yet." , Twilightpelt answered Sorbetkit's question honestly.
She mostly had white fur on her body.
"How about Hailkit?" , the tom turned to Sorbetkit with his suggestion, not entirely sure of the name.
“Her fur is white so I think something like, Frostkit, or Winterkit. Or Snowkit, one so on...”
“Wait, Hailkit is perfect.”
“Wait, Hailkit is perfect.”
She yawns loudly
She looks at them and mewed
Twilightpelt looked towards the new kit. "Hello young one."
Sorbetkit wandered out of the medicine den unnoticed. He slipped underneath the snow and wiggled through the entrance and out of camp, unseen.
Twilightpelt yawned himself- feeling very tired and weary from the sudden new kits.
Sorbetkit popped his head out of the snow. His syrup brown eyes glistening in the bright light of sunhigh. His dark pelt was easy to spot in the white world covered in icy powder. His entire pelt was coated in a light layer of snow. Sorbetkit looked around, not being able to see camp anywhere. Only trees and a large frozen lake. A dead bush and a dead stalk of comfrey rested nearby. This is where he was found.
Twilightpelt glanced around to look outside before noticing small paw prints in the snow. The medicine cat turned around to see that Sorbetkit had left his side. The tom went back to the entrance of the den and peered out to see that the trail led to the camp entrance. Worry laced through Twilightpelt.
Sorbetkit could smell the bitter scent of cat blood, and fox blood. He wrinkled his nose and followed the sent.
Twilightpelt looked back to kit and knew he couldn't leave the kit by herself, but he couldn't let Sorbetkit go out on his own either.
Nightrush yawned loudly as she noticed Twilightpelt looking worried near his den. Her old eyes small kit prints in the snow leading to the camp entrance. Growling at the kit's rashness, the elder warrior padded to and beyond the entrance.
Nightrush yawned loudly as she noticed Twilightpelt looking worried near his den. Her old eyes small kit prints in the snow leading to the camp entrance. Growling at the kit's rashness, the elder warrior padded to and beyond the entrance.
Sorbetkit found himself in a clearing. Scraps of silver fur covered in thick red crimson littered the ground. The sent of fox doused everything in its heavy, bitter smell. The black and white kit padded over to a tuft of fur and sniffed it. The smell was familiar, “Mum?” He whispered softly,
Nightrush walked out the camp and followed the trail; pausing to sniff the air when the tracks faded too much to see. Black pelt striking out against the bright snow, her old figure padded through the forest until she found the kit's paw prints again, realizing that it was Sorbetkit's scent she was following.
Twilightpelt saw Nightrush leave the camp and knew that she was probably going to find Sorbetkit. The tom sighed before turning back inside his den.
Twilightpelt saw Nightrush leave the camp and knew that she was probably going to find Sorbetkit. The tom sighed before turning back inside his den.
Sorbetkit sat down, and tilted his head to the sun, and nodded. “Okay, mum.”
Nightrush followed the trail further until she found the small kit surrounded by fox-scent. Fur bristling in fear the she-cat went up to Sorbetkit. "What in StarClan's name are you doing here?" , she asked with low growl.
“Mum’s gone hunting....” The kit mewed, his tone soft, as he stood up and looked up at Nightrush. “...hunting with Starclan.”
Nightrush looked taken back by the kit's reply. She looked around for a small while, thinking, before nudging Sorbetkit. "Let's go home little one."
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