Snowstar's Destiny: Prologue (Warriors Fanfic)

The snow hadn't stopped falling in twolegplace for days. A pure white kit named Snow shivered up against her mother, a large gray she-cat named Thunder, who let out a harsh cough.

"Snow," Thunder rasped. "Go. Get help."

"Help from who, mama?" the kit asked. She was only a moon or so old, and the only cat she knew besides Thunder was her father, who had left before the blizzard.

"Just...I need..." Thunder started coughing again before falling completely still.

"Mama?" Snow asked, prodding Thunder with one paw. She didn't react.

"MAMAAA!" Snow screamed, understanding now that something terrible had happened. Thunder wasn't going to wake up. "HEEEEELLLLP! SOMEBODY! PLEASE!"

After a few long, horrible moments, a ginger tom stepped into the alleyway where Snow and Thunder had been living. "What's going on?"

"Mama's not waking up."

The ginger tom sniffed Thunder's pelt. "Greencough," he muttered, a word that was meaningless to Snow's ears. In a louder voice, he asked, "do you need a warm place to stay, kit?"

"I'm--I'm fine," Snow shivered.

"No, you're not. You'll either catch greencough or frostbite at this rate. Come with me." The tom picked Snow up by the scruff of her neck. "My name is Gingerstrike, by the way. What's yours?"

"Snow."

"What a beautiful name," Gingerstrike purred. "It's a long walk to IceClan territory, so feel free to shut your eyes."

"Mmkay," Snow murmered, drifting off to sleep already in the warm mouth of her rescuer...

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"What is this, Gingerstrike?"

"A kit, Asterpelt."

"Well, by StarClan, I knew that already!"

"I found her in the twolegplace. Her mother was dead, no father in sight. She calls herself Snow."

Snow opened her eyes. Gingerstrike was talking with a beautiful brown she-cat, who was accompanied by four kits.

"Well, I'm not going to let a kit starve," the she-cat (Asterpelt?) meowed, "but on the other paw, you should have told me about her first."

"There was no time."

A pause. Then, the kits around her started yowling.

"Please, mama, I want a sister!" pleaded a dark brown tom.

"You already have a sister, mousebrain. That's me," a lighter brown she-kit said.

"She looks friendly. I like friendly cats," the black tom squeaked.

"Are you saying I'm not friendly?" a calico tom hissed.

"Fine, fine, I guess I could take in another kit. Have some milk, little one."

As Snow drank the milk, she couldn't help noticing a hostile-looking she-cat with brown fur and shocking blue eyes looking right at her. The eyes narrowed.

"Ah, hello, Frostclaw," Asterpelt said, smiling. "Have you come to meet your nieces and nephews?"

"Hm," Frostclaw growled. "Why does one smell of twolegs?"

"Gingerstrike found her." The ginger tom looked thoroughly embarrassed.

"The warrior code says we must help all kits," he mewed.

"All Clan kits," Frostclaw protested. "This kit is not Clanborn."

"So you would let an innocent cat DIE?"

"These are Pinepaw, Frostpaw, Minnowpaw, Patchpaw, and Snowpaw," Asterpelt interjected. "I named the strongest she-cat after you, sister."