AN: Right, new Fanfic posted. I am still working on my other two, but this one I just really, really, badly wanted to post. So here it is :3
I really hope you guys like it - I'm hopefully going to be updating at least once a week. Also, please review. It doesn't take long, but I really appreciate them. Thanks, and enjoy!
White. White and cold. That was all that the two kits knew as they struggled through the snows, the wind howling around them, blowing snow everywhere. The tiny kits, a white she-kit with sky blue eyes and a black tom with dark green eyes huddled side-by-side for warmth as they pushed through the snows. They knew that they had to find shelter or they'd freeze. The tom collapsed first, and the she-kit mewed desperatly as she shook him, trying to get him to get up. Her eyes searched the skies pleadingly as she lifted her head up, narrowing her eyes against the harsh snow blowing in her face. Then the thunder of pawsteps could be heard, and cats burst upon the two kits.
"Stormcall, Featherbreeze, these are kits, not prey!" A tom meowed in shock, and the other two cats froze mid-crouch.
"They'll freeze out here!" The she-cat meowed. "We have to get them back to camp."
"But, Featherbreeze, they're only loner-" The other tom began, but Featherbreeze shook her head vehemently.
"No, Stormcall! They are kits, and the warrior code demands that we protect all kits, no matter their birth." Featherbreeze meowed.
"Featherbreeze is right," The first tom meowed, "We will take these kits to our camp. Spottedstar will decide their fate from there." The warriors picked up the kits
and carried them to the ShadowClan camp.
"Hawkeyes, Featherbreeze, Storm - wait, kits?!" Brackenfur, the ShadowClan medicine cat meowed in surprise. "They'll be freezing! Take them to my den! Hurry!" She exclaimed, and the patrol followed her into her den and set the two kits down together on the moss. Brackenfur started vigoriously licking the she-kit, and Featherbreeze copied her. The two kits were soon warmed up, and out of danger. Brackenfur nosed some herbs over to the two kits, who were so hungry that they ate them without complaint.
"Are they safe now?" Featherbreeze asked.
"Yes. Bring them some prey, they're half-starved." Brackenfur meowed, and Featherbreeze dashed off out of the den, and Spottedstar padded in.
"Brackenfur." Spottedstar meowed in respect, and then she turned to Hawkeyes. "Were they alone?"
"Yes. Their mother was nowhere in sight, and no mother would let her kits be half-starved unless she was abandoning them." Spottedstar gazed at the kits with sympathy. She knew full well what it was like to be abandoned by a mother.
"Then ShadowClan will take them in." Spottedstar meowed. "What are your names?" She asked the two kits, who were now fidgeting in the moss.
"I'm Snow, and this is my brother Thorn." Snow mewed.
"Do you know what happened to your mother?" Spottedstar asked her.
"She just left us. She said she'd be right back, and then she left and never came back. Then the snows came, and we couldn't find any food." Snow mewed sadly. Spottedstar nodded.
"Don't worry, little one." Spottedstar told her. "ShadowClan will take you in. You look almost six moons, so I'll make you apprentices soon, after you recover." Snow looked
up at Spottedstar with happiness shining in her eyes.
"You mean we can stay?" She asked.
"Yes," Spottedstar purred, "You can stay." Snow purred with happiness, and then she snuggled into her brother, and then Featherbreeze came in with some prey. She set it down by the two kits, who then tore hungrily into the mouse.
"What will thier apprentice names be?" Featherbreeze asked.
"Snow will become Snowpaw." Spottedstar meowed. "And Thorn will become Thornpaw." Brackenfur simply nodded, and then Spottedstar left the den. Bellies full, the two kits snuggled into each other and fell asleep. The two kits' lives as loners were over. Now, their new life in the Clans was beginning.