Hi there! Thanks for that comment :) Really made me happy. I hope other people comment and enjoy this. I really love writing the story! Also, sorry if this is short too. I tried my best to make it a decent length without me rambling on, which I do a lot.

Disclaimer: Erin Hunter owns Warriors, I don't. Haven't we been over this?

The world was falling and Finchkit didn't know what to do. It seemed to keep coming down and down, spinning around his face. He wondered why no one seemed as worried about it as he did. Did they not notice the sky slowly sinking towards them? He could feel the air getting colder, and his small pale paws were starting to go numb. What was going on? He turned towards his mother, Willowfrost, panic fluttering in his chest.

"What's going on?" he almost wailed. Instead he tried forcing his mew to be steady, but it just came out in a squeak anyways. "Are we going to die? Shouldn't the warriors try and stop the sky from crushing us?" He huddled closer to the ground and frowned when he realized his mother's whiskers were twitching in amusement. "This isn't funny! I don't want to lose you!"

"And you wont," purred Willowfrost, licking the top of his head. "Come here. Everything will be fine, I promise. There's no need to be so scared, little one." He dashed to her side and he could feel his mother's tail brushing his still soft nursery fur. He still didn't know what was happening.

Finchkit tried to blink away his confusion and snuggled up closer to his mother and littermates. He tucked his nose under his paw and said in a muffled voice, "but what happens when it comes on top of us? Will we be flattened?" He could feel his fear rising.

"No you wont," said Willowfrost. She nodded towards the white pieces that belonged to the sky. "See those flakes? It's called snow. It happens around the time of leaf-bare when it gets cold. And, you might think so, but it doesn't mean the sky is falling, so there's nothing to worry about, alright?" She nudged him gently. "In fact, I think it's quite beautiful. The way the sky is a light blue after it snows, and how the trees sparkle from the ice and frost. How everything seems so peaceful.

"But," she added, her eyes more serious. "Though everything might seem nice and calm, it also means there will be less prey to fill our stomachs, less herbs to treat the sick and there's a chance you might catch a nasty cold." She flicked his nose with her white tail teasingly.

"I wouldn't want that," squealed Finchkit, his amber eyes widening. And that was true. He didn't want his poor clanmates to suffer because of this, this stuff called snow. He didn't care what his mother said about it being beautiful, he preferred it when everything was luscious and full, the sound of birds singing in the morning and the fresh smell of the forest that the warm breeze blew in. He didn't like the dead trees, the dead plants, and how everything seemed to be an insufferable, boring white.

He glanced at his mother. "Does that mean I'm going to have to stay in the Nursery until it stops?" Inside his head he mentally groaned. It was crowded enough with his sister Littlekit, and his brother Whitekit. Not to mention there was Shimmerpelt's kits; Silverkit and Wolfkit. There were also Speckle's kits who were recently born; Nutkit and Chirpkit. He felt that if he was stuck in the nursery with all of them at once, he'd go crazy!

"Yes," meowed Willowfrost. "You will be staying in the nursery, and I doubt anyone wants to hear your endless complaining about it, so for Starclan's sake, and mine, please don't." She smoothed down her white pelt and gave a small stretch, sighing when she accidently bumped into Chirpkit. "Though, I wouldn't entirely blame you," she added, looking slightly irritated as she tucked her paws underneath her.

"So, this stuff called snow. It will not hurt us then?" He stared anxiously at his mother, wanting to hear her confirm it again, just to make sure. Flicking his ears, he realized Speckle was awake and seemed to be stifling an mrrrow of laughter. He turned sharply to face the gray queen, his tail fluffing up indignantly. Her yellow eyes too held amusement.

"You know about this stuff?" he demanded, remembering the same look his mother had earlier when he mentioned it. "Willowfrost said it won't do anything but give us colds." And less prey, and less herbs, he added in his thoughts. He sighed, thinking of food made him hungry.

"Yes, I know about snow." Speckle looked calmly at him, her tail curling around her two kits. "And Willowfrost was right when she says it won't hurt you. No one in the clan would allow that, I promise. Why don't you touch it?"

He stared at her in disbelief. Turning around to his mother, he stared wide-eyed at her. She gave him an encouraging nod, prodding a pile of the snow with her white paw. Finchkit silently went up to it, thinking that if his mother could do it, so could he. He would have to be brave. Besides, he couldn't wait to tell his littermates!

Cautiously sticking his paw in the snow, he instantly jumped back with a squeak of alarm.

"It's cold!" he gasped, shuffling over to Willowfrost. "It was all fluffy and cold!"

His mother nodded. "That's right. Now, why don't you get some sleep?" she suggested. "I'm sure you'll want to rest up before your brother and sister awake. Honestly, they have more energy than all the clans combined! You should have seen what they did yesterday." She turned to Speckle. "By the way, I'm so very sorry for that. I sometimes have trouble controlling them."

Speckle flicked her tail, waving away the apology while Finchkit wondered what happened. "As I keep telling you," said the queen, "kits will be kits. I don't mind at all, and I doubt they will do it again. Don't worry none."

"Littlekit might," muttered Willowfrost. "She never listens."

"She'll learn."

"I hope so, for all of our sakes," sighed Willowfrost. "She will have a hard time becoming a warrior if she doesn't. But your right, she still is a kit..."

He started to feel his attentiveness ebbing away as he started to get drowsy. He briefly wondered what his two littermates did to Speckle and stayed alert enough to agree with his mother that Littlekit does really have trouble obeying others and paying attention. At least Whitekit was easier. He gave a small stretch, wondering what others thought of him. He didn't know, but when he became a warrior, he will be known as the most brave and courageous warrior in all of Thunderclan!

Finchkit felt his jaws widen as he let out a huge yawn. Curling more tightly in a ball, his eyes slowly started to close. At first he could still see the brightness of the snow still clear in his mind, but then it slowly faded as the darkness started to cover it completely. Though it was gone, everything was still swirling like it did, rippling like water. He had a bitter taste in his mouth and he was sure he smelt something burning.

The cold seemed to grip him. The fur along his spine lifted, and his paws started to jerk. His mind was starting to wander off; he could feel it separating as he nodded deeper into sleep. He felt weird. He felt like he was lying on dark, black clouds and they were slowly starting to drift away from eachother until they were completely divided and he was falling, falling...

Until he slammed into something hard, wide awake.

So did you like it? The sky does look like it's falling when it's snowing, at least, to me. So does rain, kind of.

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Have a very good day; to everyone!