Hey, everyone. Sorry for the long wait. I, er, took a break. Yet a review from an adoring fan made me unable to resist! Thank you, all. Now it's time for Birchkit's story. Kinda spooky... spine tingling!

"Good night, Birchkit." whispered the young kit's mother's silky voice.

Birchkit's eyes closed softly, and the tom sailed into a dream filled sleep.

Opening his eyes suddenly, Birchkit found himself in a forest of ice and snow.

Drifts reached up to his belly, and wind whipped at his pelt like a beast.

"Mama!" Birchkit shrieked, suddenly frozen with not only snow, but fear.

He scrambled through the glistening forest, gripping to the ground for dear life.

Shutting his eyes, Birchkit felt a warm pelt beside him.

"Mama, is that you?" he gasped, whipping around to greet the other cat.

Then Birchkit reeled back in horror.

A still body lay in the snow drifts beside him.

Frozon... dead?

Birchkit shuffled forward, feeling the cat's ice-covered pelt.

Nosing it carefully, the tom rolled the cat over onto her side.

The face was empty and cold... Eyes closed.

Yet Birchkit didn't need open eyes to know who lay in the drifts before him.

"Hollykit!" he cried suddenly, horrified by his sister's dead body.

The wind suddenly picked up speed, and the trees around started to sway dangerously.

With a thunderous crash, a branch plundged down from the dark, snow-painted sky- straight for Birchkit!

Squealing, Birchkit scurried out of the way just in time.

But Hollykit was still there... crushed by the branch.

"No! Hollykit! Please don't leave me!" Birchkit bellowed into the storm.

His words were lost in the evil cackle of the wind.

Hanging his head, Birchkit felt ready to drop down and die along side his sister.

He built up a small drift and sat beside it to block himself from the cruel storm.

Yet no shield could block the misrable storm that was hissing inside the kit's heart.

With a gasp, Birchkit's eyes flung open.

The storm was over.

No snow sprinkled his coat.

The freezing forest had disappeared.

Without a second thought, Birchkit stood from his nest and felt around in the darkness of the nursery.

"Hollykit?" he whispered.

Cold, dead silence.

A soft whimpering sound met Birchkit's gentle ears.

"Mama?" he whispered, hearing his mother's soft sobs.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Birchkit gulped.

His mother was sitting beside a still body.

Hollykit... was dead.

It hadn't just been a dream.

While Birchkit had slept, his sister had died.

For a second time, the storm whipped through Birchkit's heart, freezing it with horror.

I didn't do much research on Birchkit, I have to admit. So I'm not really search if Hollykit died first, or the other sibling Birchkit had. Anyone who reviews gets a... Yup, you guessed it. A BIRCHKIT PLUSHIE! Oh, and enjoy the Super Bowl. :)

Next up is Hawkkit. I picked him by random... so.... I'll figure something out!