It was dusk, and Brightkit stuck her head out of the nursery. It was cold. Too cold. Her mother, Ravenwish, tucked her back inside. "It is too cold for leaf-bare!" she complained to the other queen, Iceshadow. Iceshadow shook her head. "I wish we had had our kits in green-leaf," she lamented. While they were sharing tongues, Brightkit snuck out again. She saw her father, Fleetfoot, dropping prey on the fresh-kill pile. Her mouth watered at the smell of mouse. She bounded across the camp. No one took notice. They were all busy keeping their paws warm. She jumped onto the Highrock and looked into the sky. Cats were retiring to the dens, so she had the rock to herself.
As she looked into the darkening sky, she saw faces...
As she looked into the darkening sky, she saw faces...
