A sleek furred, grey and white she-cat with bright blue eyes shivered with cold as her mother ran off, holding her brother in her jaws.

I thought this was a game, but now I know it is not. Why would you do this to me and my littermates? Where are we even going? There where so many questions that the tiny kit wanted to ask her sleek furred blue-grey mother but the cold held her back from doing so.

The kit could only think of the questions and feel the cold snow grasp her and pull her close. She wished her mother would have kept her in the warm nursery that smelled of milk and broght love and warmth all the time. She wished that she would be sleeping curled up next to her mother in Thunderclan but instead she was out here in the bitter, freezing cold snow all around her.

Soon she stopps fighting, too weak to fight against the cold around her. She takes in a sharp breath and let it out, steam coming out and disappearing in the air. She slowly drifted off to a sleep, a sleep that would last forever. She would never wake again.

But then she felt something, something stir inside. She felt power and strength go through her limbs, for her nose tip to her tail tip and she felt cold and weak no longer. She looked up to see a fluffy white she-cat looking at her with blue eyes.

"Who are you?" The kit asked, looking up at the unknown cat.

"I am Snowfur. Your mother's sister, and I am here to take you to Starclan, Mosskit." The snowy warrior mewed softly, but with much anger that she did not understand.

"Okay." Mosskit managed to get out as she stood. She padded over to the warriors side and then turned to look at her self, laying curled up on the ground in the snow. Tiny, freezing, and unmoveing. A sickly sight to see for such a small kit.

Then a blue-grey she-cat ran back over. Her icy blue eyes where filled with determination to save her kits and bring them to their father. "Mosskit?" The warrior froze as she saw her tiny kit. "Mosskit!" Her mother wailed and then started to disappear.

"Bluefur!" Mosskit gasped "I am here, right here!" She yowled, hateing the look in he mother's eyes and her wail of grief. Her determination had turned to sarrow, loneliness, and regret. But before she could do anything she found herself in a warm forest, with sun shinning on her fur and a warm breeze blowing on her pelt. Usually thia would be better then the cold snow but, now it was even worse.

"You can do nothing now but wait untill your mother joins us as well." Snowyfur mewed and touched her nose to the kits fur.

Mosskit knew this was true but did not want to except it, her mother would not ever let her die... Right?

I know that this was not exactly what had happened but I just wanted to show the main character in a way. The second chapter will be up soon. :)

Any review would be nice. :)