A bone chilling wind battered the side of a young kit. He stayed silent out of fear while his dear sister and two brothers continued to mewl in terror. Warmth is what they wanted. They couldn't see, hear, or smell a thing as the torrent of wind scratched its claws against their fluff covered pelt, wailing in anger at the presence of the four kits in its territory.
The three siblings cried as loudly as they could, starvation and the icy storm slowly killing them. It felt as if it had been moons before the sound of an adult cat's voice could be picked out above the caterwauling noise. What they said couldn't be made out by the young, male kit, but he stayed quiet the entire time. His pelt prickled with anxiety at the sound of the adult cat growing closer, three other full grown cats trailing behind them. His siblings mewled louder, but the newly born kit stayed quiet. His pale brown-gray pelt quivered with fear as his deep brown face scrunched up at the faint, odd scent the four adult cats brought with them.
He could hear the whispers that pattered between the four cats, the cries of his siblings lowering at the sound of the adults being right in front of them, even though they couldn't see them through the yet to be opened eyes their youthful bodies held. It wasn't long before he felt his scruff being grabbed at by gentle jaws that carried sharp teeth inside. He stayed silent, terrified of antagonizing the cat. He heard his siblings go silent, possibly from also being picked up and carried somewhere.
The chill of the surrounding air was strengthened as he could feel the cat that was carrying him race across the land, causing chunks of freezing wind and frozen rain to tear into the young kits. It felt like ages, but at last, the cold seemed to have subsided. The wind was but a distant howl, and there was a scent of warm milk, other kits, and sickness. The four kits were set down, no longer mewing as they began to crawl towards the scent of a motherly cat. The young kit's gray and ginger brothers didn't move, but he and his sweet smelling, white pelted sister with patches of ginger stripes, crawled uneasily towards the soft purrs of the mother cat.
One of the four cats that had carried the four kits spoke up, their rough, female voice familiar and easier to understand. "Moonshine, my patrol and I found these four kits near the ShadowClan border. I was hoping you would feed them."
A gentler voice filled with exhaustion spoke up in reply as the two kits continued to crawl towards the radiating warmth. "I'll feed them, but. . . what happened to their mother?"
A sense of dread overwhelmed him and his sister. They stopped wiggling around, anticipation creeping in. They had never mentioned their mother, but they knew very well what had happened. The horrific screams of agony, is all they knew, that and the sounds and smells of what attacked her with no knowledge of what caused her death. It was a memory they wanted to forget but couldn't due to the shear horror of it. "I'm afraid I've no idea. Sweetcoat heard them crying out, half starved and frozen nearly to death." They could hear the cat begin to pad away, but then heard her speak again. "And thank you, Moonshine. I'll speak to Emptystar right away."
There was a long silence before Moonshine spoke up, urging the young kits towards her stomach to feed. "Come little ones. You need to eat to regain your strength." Though her gentle tone led the young male and his sister to feed, his two brothers continued to lay still and unmoving, the breathing harsh against the quiet.