'twas the night before winter gathering and all through the camp
not a creature was stirring not even Snowdamp
moss had been placed in the nursary with care
in hopes that Winterclaw soon would be there.
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the kits were all nestled snug in there nests
while visions of moss balls and feathers well you know the rest
And Mosspelt curled around them to make sure they didn't stir
but Baldkit still shivered (he was born without fur)
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When in the camp came a crash and a bang
It woke up young Goldkit who out of the nursary sprang
towards the figure and to her delight she saw
good old Winterclaws
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Goldkit felt like she would jump to the starclan
but first she might want to give Winterclaws a hand
he looked sore but not hurt and he began standing
and then looked at young Goldkit and said "I really need to work on my landing."
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"Do you want to help me?" Asked Winterclaws, "It'll be done twice as fast."
Goldkit was happy he had asked at last.
"First there's the fox Mouse fur I found for Baldkit."
and out came a mousefur the right size for a kit.
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At the end of the night Goldkit fell asleep on her feet
but Winterclaws helped her to her nest and she looked so sweet
Night turn to days and soon Goldkit became Goldlight
but she will always remember that one winter gathering night.