Snow blew softly and soundlessly through the quiet forest, lightly dusting the tree trucks. The trees bare, lifeless branches stretched toward the lonely, bleak sky. They were clustered together in groups of three or four, some as pale and colorless as the sky they reached for, others a few shades darker. A silence gripped the forest, an empty, numbing feeling bordering on sadness. The trees seemed huddled together, emanating an odd, intangible melancholy.
The small white kit stared at the gray kit sitting in between two clusters of trees, dark midnight blue eyes slightly wide. They stared at eachother for a few heartbeats, unbroken, shimmering white snow under their paws and a very pale gray, almost colorless sky above them. Pale gray and darker gray branches reached toward the desolate, empty sky and no sound filled the air, not even the thinnest, most distant birdsong.
The small, white kit blinked, shifting her paws soundless in the snow, as she waited for the kit to open her mouth. The silence was…. surprisingly calming and peaceful. The lightly swirling snow had died completely and the only sound she could hear was her heartbeat: steady, calm and rhythmic beneath her pelt.
'Hello Frostkit,' The smallest smirk played into the gray kits mouth, pale green eyes shimmering slightly as the white kitten started, blinking in surprise, 'I'm Quietkit.' The kit announced as an eerie, exhilarating feeling tingled in the white kits paws and the warm, familiar feeling of home returned.
The white kit smiled at the gray she-kit before following her into the peaceful, mysterious forest, leaving no pawprints as they merged into the bleak, pale landscape.
