July, 8th, 2021

DawnfrostofThunderClan74 - Yeah, many of these cats are from the original version of An Dark Snows Vision. But they actually are just two or six littermates, along with Darksnow and Blackfire, they had Nightfur. And a few more younger siblings.

DappleleaftheBootiful - Thank you for the Ocs! I'm glad that people are enjoying this story, and I wanted to ask whether or not that they would join Darksnow or not? Or just stay on their own?

The first thing she noticed as she awoke was the sheering pain in her shoulder. It overwhelmed the white-and-brown warrior as she struggled to her feet. Head spinning as vomit threaten to raise up her throat. Water lapped at her legs, making her aching joints stiff as she tried to get climb the slippy rocks that edged the river.

Darksnow dug her claws into the stone. A green coat of algae made the rocks harder to climb. She hissed as her foot slipped, a snap followed by a new irritating pain telling her she broke another claw. "Fox dung!" She cursed, ears flat as her beating heart made it hard to focus.

The wind lashed at her matted pelt. Pulling the fur in every-which-way as she bundled the last of her strength, pushing off the rocks and stumbling on the warm sand. Her legs gave out after that. She collapsed into the sand, huffing as she narrowed her blue gaze at the swaying mass before her.

What is...? The she-cat could barely form a thought. Panic set in as she became overly aware of her breathing, how her limbs became so numb she couldn't feel or move them. It made her beating heart squeeze painfully, rolling eyes narrowed as she tried to focus on something, anything, that would keep her awake, stop her from falling into a forever sleep that would end in her awaking in the stars.

The stars. We're they even here? Had she been carried so far away from her home that the skies were empty of her ancestors? Silent tears rolled down her cheeks. She would perish and then what, be left to roam the land of this strange place? Darksnow's breathing hindered as she felt her will slipping and her exhausted mind going black.

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The sunlight blinded her as she cracked an eye open. She could hear the sound of wind whipping the grass around her, and the sound of the river seemed faint, distant.

"Oh, you're finally awake!" Purred a silky voice.

Darksnow jerked to her paws. Eyes wide as she hissed in pain, falling over as her shoulder gave out. There was the sound of paws rushing towards her before a cold nose touched her cheek.

The strange cat cast a shadow over her. She didn't have the strength to fight, not even to push herself back from the cat. "I caught a lizard..." The cat pushed something small to her muzzle.

Darksnow crinkled her maw. RainClan thrived off fish, they've never had to eat lizards. What use would it be? Lizards are so small they would barely feed an apprentice. But right now she couldn't complain, her stomach was churning in discomfort from not eating for days.

"It-its not much," the cat started again. The warrior picked up the small voice, how she was mumbling on and on. Not very sure of herself.

Darksnow huffed. She just wanted to be left alone. What could she even do with such an injury? Her shoulder would heal funny without proper care from a medicine cat. But from the sound of the she-cat sitting down on the grass beside her, she could tell the stranger had no intention to leave anytime soon.

The white-and-brown warrior slowly moved to look at the lizard. It had a brown, scaly pelt and its eyes were left open, staring her down. Kinda like a fish. She shifted so that she could grab the lizard and pull it closer to her.

There was a loud purr from the strange she-cat as Darksnow ate. She licked the last remains off her muzzle before resting her head down. "I'll leave you to rest." The she-cat murmured.

Darksnow squinted up at the stranger. She was a pure white she-cat, only her muzzle, tail, and paws were different - all a brownish-cream color. The she-cat looked back; two amber moons were watching her. Pretty. Darksnow cursed herself for thinking it. This she-cat was a loner, someone out of the bounds for Darksnow to know.

Then again, I'm a loner now...aren't I? The thought made her want to cry. She was nothing more than a lawless rogue now! Stolen away from her Clan, territory, everything she knew and loved. She sobbed openly. There was no use in hiding it, this she-cat's judgment meant nothing to her, and she was away from anyone who did.

Darksnow buried her muzzle between her paws. The wind picked up as night set, and she shivered as the breeze ruffled through her fur. A few quiet minutes passed before she felt the warmth of another body pressed gently against her side.

The pretty she-cat had came to lay beside her, with a new scent alongside with her. The warrior, or loner now, stiffened against the new body, but she felt too tired to move away. Soon her exhausted body was tugging her to sleep, and she couldn't argue against the heaviness of her eyes.