Chapter 1
Many times the moon had risen and fallen yet the tom that was called Bear had kept moving. He had to, for he was carrying a special bundle. He had to find a mother for the kit before he could ever think of resting. He focused his thoughts and body on this task forgetting about himself and who he had to leave behind...Bear thought threw the cold snow saw movement. Now Bear was no small cat he had been called Bear for a reason. He was largely built strong shoulders, powerful limbs, and very protective. His yellow eyes slitted as he waited for the movement again. Their to his left! He turned quickly paw lashing out hitting the stranger in the side knocking it to the snow. "Ack!" Bear felt himself be jumped on he still held the kit as he tried to get the second stranger off him he would not be killed by unknown cats, no not after all he had been threw so far!
A small almost silent mewl caught the ear of one of the attacking cats. Was that? Their it was again it was! that tom was holding a kit! The cat who had heard the mewls ran to her partner grabbing his scruff she hauled the tom off the larger one. "Barker stop the attack he has a kit!" the ginger she-cat yowled to a hidden male. It seemed the others had heard her as they jumped from the black and white tom or backed away. Even for them hurting a kit was unheard-of.
A light brown tabby jumped from a ledge it seemed Bear had stumbled into some cat's territory. The she-cat who had yelled walked towards the tabby she had lowered herself and her ears pressed to her skull. "Barker...please he has a kit." she whispered to 'Barker'. The tom said nothing as he moved closer to Bear. Bear had stayed where he was having kept the once attacking cats from getting close to the kit. "...Where are you from?" Barker finally spoke it was another she-cat though her voice was rough her tone was calm.
"We are from nowhere." he spoke threw the kitten's scruff, "The kit's mother was a old friend she died giving birth...She told me to come this way and find the group of cats that lived in this place" as he spoke Barker and the other cats where quite and listened.
After a few moments Barker spoke tone turning a bit harder "...Well then you have found us...What was the she-cat's name?" Green eyes were watching the almost pure white kit being held by the huge tom.
"She called herself Feather" Bear said he did notice how a few tails twitched and how the haunches of some cats rose at the name. What could be so wrong with his old friend to give then that reaction to just her name? That question he would keep for later.
"...Come with us." Barker said calmly again before turning she started walking to a large snowdrift other cats following behind and after some hesitation so did Bear.