Snowstar's Story (Edited)

by wolfstar199

When Snowkit is born everything is simple. She has her siblings, her mother and father, her friends, and her clan. But when her world begins to shake apart, will she be able to pull through? (New and edited, rated T just in case)

1. Chapter 1 New Kits!

Long after the time of Firestar, and Bramblestar, and even Seedstar, there was a new era.

Thunderclan was strong and prosperous, under the rule of Moonstar and her mate and deputy Snaketail.

But in the nursery, a new mother nursed her young kits.

"Creekeyes, can I come and see them?" her mate, Frostpelt, called. Frostpelt was a direct descendant of Whitestorm, but there were several generations lost between he and his ancestor. "Yes Frostpelt," called the medecine cat, Sandtalon.

Frostpelt trotted in, his white pelt gleaming in the moonlight and his yellow eyes shining. "Aren't they just beautiful," Creekeyes said as she licked one of the kits, "What shall we name them?" Frostpelt took a moment to think of names for the three kits.

"Well, I think we should name this one Muddykit," Frostpelt said, "He looks like he's gotten his paws all muddy," he chuckled. The small beige tom had dark brown paws, but no other markings, indeed making him look like he had walked around on a wet spring day. "And this one Whitekit," Creekeyes smiled as she nuzzled a very small white she-cat. "And this one, erm," Frostpelt stammered, "Snowkit." "Why Snowkit," his mate questioned, "She is a silver tabby." "A very pale silver tabby, it's as if she were white with grey stripes. She looks like snow at dusk, grey shadows of the trees crossing over the hills." "Yes, then she will be called Snowkit," the kit's mother agreed.

Another cat trotted over, a misty grey she-cat, another queen in the nursery by the name of Feathersong. SHe too had a litter, only a moon old. The four rowdy kits slept soundly in a corner. There was Ashkit, an ashy grey tom with dark stripes; Applekit, a beige tom; Robinkit, a dark tabby tom; and Sparrowkit, a pale brown she-cat with black, white, and chesnut hints.

She sat beside her friend, "They are beautiful Creekeyes," she said, the two being close friends, "They will grow up strong." "Indeed they will," said Sandtalon but he quickly whisked Frostpelt out to talk to him. "The white one," he began solemly, "She is very small and weak. She will not last long." "Can't you do anything?" Frostpelt questioned, "This would crush Creekeyes." "I will do all I can," Sandtalon said sadly, "But I am afraid that is not much."