Shadowkit padded out into the open, snow covered the ground. The clan was dispersing into groups. Leafbare has arrived, and the clan was in a panic to provide for their clanmates. Hunting parties, border patrols, all of that. But no matter how many hunting patrols there were, the prey pile was low.
Shadowkit looked behind him at his brother, who was coughing like he had a hairball, but nothing ever came out.
Goldstar was ever so worried about his clan, as usual. Applepool was worried about shadowkit and wolfkit. Slatefur would constantly check on the both of them. But always on wolfkit, not that shadowkit blames him.
Smokeheart played with him during this time while wolfkit was being looked at. Timberfur, who was goldstar's brother who ended up abandoning his twolegs, would tell shadowkit and wolfkit about the life of a warrior.
"Ebonyheart and Ravenfoot, gather together a hunting patrol will you." Smokeheart yowled to the two warriors.
I know this is boring, but I am having a hard time building up the story, so as of right now I will be accepting plot spots here and there.
Also I have figured out something for wolfkit. So YAY.