She poked her head out of the wall and smelled the fresh, crisp Leaf-fall air.
"Woah." She whispered as she stepped out.
The small kit trotted through the forest smelling all the new scents. She pounced on many leaves. She then pounced on a red one, then a yellow, then orange, then green, then blue. Wait blue? She glanced at the leaf to find it a brilliant shade of frost blueish green. A cat with stars in his pelt appeared before her, he only spoke these words, "A raging fire will take the forest, only the crispest frost can stop it. Whilst doing this even the frost may be lost." He dipped his head then vanished into nothing after.
"Who's there?!" Came a snarl from behind the holly bush.
"I swear I smell Thunderclan!" Came another snarl.
A cat then jumped for the bush she was at, she barely got away. As she was running away no idea she was getting farther away from her clan a pure orange tom jumped in front of her.
"You think you got away?" he said with a little pang of guilt in his eyes, "Well you were wrong!" The guilt instantly turned to anger.
"You coming with us." Said a gray she-cat with black splotches emerging with a patrol from a nearby bush.
Frostkit could only stare in horror.