A/N: Hey there! You may recognize the title of this story from. YEARS ago- it's pretty much the same story, just rewritten and (hopefully) to be finished! Froststar's Folly has been planned ever since 2014 and I can't wait to get into the story. It sucks but I'm gonna have to add Allegiances Chapters; the style of allegiances for this story are based off my good friend Key's allegiances from her story Surpassing Excellency- go check it out if you like this!

AS WELL this story contains themes of abuse, murder, etc., starting early on- I'll try to post warnings above each chapter!

Enjoy!


Starlight glittered in Bumbletail's fur as she padded forward, her paws sinking into the soft snow. Cold yellow light cut through the ice, and when she looked up, eyes stinging in the bitter cold, Bumbletail could see twolegs still moving about in their dens. Nose scrunching up in disdain, she felt pity for any cat who dared to live in such a place.
She approached a small den, propped up against the odd stone of a twoleg nest. It looked flimsy, damp with melted snow and coated in a thin layer of frost. Grimacing as she poked her head inside, she waited for a moment to let her eyes adjust. Her expression softened almost immediately.

Two tiny kits lay curled to a much larger tabby's side, her fluffy tail holding them close in an attempt at keeping them warm. One was very still, and the other stared at her with wide blue eyes. Bumbletail moved further into the den, perplexed by the kit's stare.

"You look like Sterling," the little she-kit whispered, motioning to the limp bundle next to her with a quick tilt of her head. Bumbletail blinked in confusion, then studied the little tom kit more closely, spotting a faint silhouette still sleeping by his body. Her heart immediately ached, and she stepped forward. The she-kit's eyes followed her, widening in awe when the starry cat touched her nose to her brother's forehead. By Bumbletail's prompting, Sterling stood, his own pelt glittering faintly. He looked hesitant, peering back first at his mother, then sister, before lurching forward to nuzzle into Bumbletail's fur, a low purr breaking from his throat. His sister let out a squeak of surprise, then glanced back at her mother's sleeping form, checking to see that the noise hadn't woken her.

The tiny, still-living kit didn't shrink away when she turned back and noticed Bumbletail's eyes on her, studying her. Her blue gaze darted to her brother before she lifted her chin defiantly, meeting Bumbletail's gaze as though she were already a powerful warrior. Bumbletail had to bite her tongue to prevent herself from laughing, the thoughts that flickered through her mind sobering her soon enough. In her mind's eye, she could see the kitten braving an even worse storm than the one which had claimed her brother's life, and Bumbletail shivered from the weight of the cold she felt sinking into her fur from the image alone.

"What is your name, little one?" she asked, her voice cracking slightly as she spoke. The fluffy little kit straightened, as if she hadn't expected the question.

"Frost! My name is Frost!" she exclaimed, and Bumbletail purred at her enthusiasm.

She padded forward, trailing her tail over Sterling's shoulders to soothe him when he began to cry. She crouched in front of Frost, her eyes burning with stars and questions. "It will be a long while yet before you will see your brother again, Frost," she said gently, and the little kit's eyes darted to the tiny tom, shivering in the mouth of their den.
"Where are you taking him? Can't I come, too?" she asked, and Bumbletail shook her head sadly.

"You will be a big, strong cat one day," she murmured, pressing her muzzle to the little white blaze above Frost's nose. The kit squeaked in indignation as her question went unanswered, but her eyes widened and then fell closed as pleasant warmth filled her, her paws aching with the feeling. It was a hauntingly familiar sensation, but she couldn't quite place it.

Frost's eyes were shining when she opened them, stumbling a bit as the warmth receded. Bumbletail's expression was gentle as she pulled away, and a gentle tongue swiped over Frost's ear.

"That was a gift," the she-cat purred quitely. "One that I hope will serve you well until I see you again. Sleep now- you must be strong for what is to come." Frost's eyes suddenly grew heavy with obedience, as if she'd been ignoring her own fatigue, and she could vaguely hear Sterling ask the starry she-cat something as they padded away, his voice forlorn and sad.

She blinked awake to the sound of her mother's grieving wails and the brush of her brother's cold pelt.