Prologue
It was a cold leaf-bare where the snow fell so fast and thick, you could barely see where you were
going. This was a problem for the cat pushing on through the storm. She was second guessing her
decision of going outside her nest, but she pushed it back. She knew something was out there. She felt
as if she could hear it urging her to go on and find it.
The she realized something literally was calling out. A tiny, shivering kit was mewling in a snow
mound a few tail lengths away. Rushing over, she scooped up the kit in her jaws and fought the wind
that blew in her face, the kit still crying.
"Hush, it's alright," the she-cat said to the wriggling kit. "I'll take care of you."
This seemed to calm the kit a little.
"I'm ColdWhisker. And you," ColdWhisker continued, "you will be called… AcornKit."
ColdWhisker was glad to have found the tortoishell bundle of fur, but was also worried.
She wanted to keep the kit, although, who would let a medicine cat keep a kit?