An irritated growl from Duskfur did not stop the five moon old kit from following the faint scent trail in the snowstorm. His heart was jumping with a joy that he did not recognize in any way, yet he continued; Hollowkit knew that something was waiting for him.
Realizing that his mother was on his tail, Hollowkit dashed, enduring the freezing ice clumps that clung to his thick brown tabby fur. In the haze of the blizzard, his scent was no longer leaving a trail. While fear pricked his fur, knowing he was lost, a blazing happiness flooded warmly through his body as he tripped over a fluffy object.
Two blue eyes gradually opened, staring at Hollowkit with an innocent sparkle in them. Hollowkit breathed shakily. This was another kit! Leaning over the nearly frozen fur bundle, Hollowkit rasped his tongue over the soft ears of the kit. His thick tail wrapped around the kit, pulling her close to him.
As the blizzard slowly began to come to a halt, Hollowkit glanced at the kit. To his surprise, she was staring at him with undying happiness in her eyes as she huddled next to him. Hollowkit could not break away their locked gaze.
"What is your name?" Hollowkit finally managed to find his voice after several long heartbeats. The kit rested her head on his broad shoulder, clearly exhausted.
"My name is Ice, as far as I know." she admitted. Suddenly trembling, Ice pressed closer to Hollowkit's foreleg, mewling as bad memories swamped her. Understanding the wave of terror that had suddenly crashed upon the kit, Hollowkit licked her head softly.
"Hollowkit! What do you have there?" Duskfur had found him, now staring at him and Ice with narrowed amber eyes.
Hollowkit padded up to his mother, Ice staggering by his side. He stared at her with pleading amber eyes.
"I found this kit in the blizzard. Can she join RiverClan?" Hollowkit begged, glancing at Ice for approval. Clearly having some knowledge of the four Clans, Ice nodded. Duskfur, noting this exchange, sighed.
"Hollowkit, if it is okay with Leopardstar, then she may join." Duskfur murmured. Suddenly, her eyes darkened. "However, there's another blizzard coming our way, so we should head to the camp. I'll carry this kit."
Picking up Ice, Hollowkit trotted beside his mother in an attempt to speak to his new friend. His numb paws failed him, but every time he would collapse, Hollowkit would struggle to regain his footing and hurry back. Despite the effort, Hollowkit felt as if he was the happiest kit to ever exist.