Frevidsummer is adopting them correct?? Jadie racer

The orange she-cat was out for a early morning walk with her little brother. Frevidsummer has been promoted a while back to full warrior rank while Frigidpaw still remained a student. Part of had to do with her natural abilities and part because Frigidpaw had a bipolar disorder that lead to him be indisposed for days at a time. Today was one of those days, but she’d drug him out of bed under the pretense taht he needed fresh air after being I despised in his nest for the last few days. “Its a nice morning. Warmth than it was yesterday.” Snow was slowly falling down on them, softly and quiet in the morning air. The tom walked beside her, not answering her but nodding along to her words.

The two walked for a while, and then Frevidsummer spotted a light out of the corner of her eye. Something was down by the river. It glowed, and that was drew her eyes that way. Something was laying there in a pile the light of the morning shining on whatever it was. “Hey! Who’s there?” She called out, drawing Frigidpaw’s attention towards where she was looking. The two cats began heading towards the river, curious and cautious about what was piled up there. She picked up pace when she realize it was kits. “Kits! Frigidpaw, it’s Kits!” Panic filled her voice at the sight of the kits lying near the riverbend.

What do I do? What doI do?! WhatdoIdo?! Frigidpaw panicked standing over the kits. His sister though guy straight to work warming the first kit she spotted. “Frigidpaw! Lick the others fur. Backwards. It’ll help them to warm up.” Soon as the kits were a little but want they race them back to camp where either Earlybloom or Chestnutspeak could look them over. With instructions, the tom was able to break through the panic and began to help the little one. He would always look towards someone else do instructions, it was just who he was and it was part of the reason he was still a student.

Rosekit squeaked in protest, squirming under the sudden assault as the two cats began to groom their fur backwards. It didn't feel good at first, sending her already tingling limbs hurting under the attention "Brindlekit!" she called trying to move closer to her sister between the furious licks. The tremors and licks making her stumble. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest, not understanding that the two cats were only trying to help them.  

Brindlekit had intended to struggle but found her attempts surprisingly feeble. She was exhausted. Her eyes hovered toward Rosekit, worry plain on her face, she just wanted to snuggle right up to her sister and drift off to sleep. The fact that they weren't touching was enough to make her breathing speed up, edging toward an anxiety attack, although Frigidpaw's grip on her neck kept her swirling emotions at bay, "Where are you taking us?"


Silverfury watched as Fervidsummer and Frigidpaw stormed into camp on a mission, two small kits in their jaws. He knew right away that they were found somewhere on the territory, and their damp pelts connected the rest of the dots. Inwardly he groaned - more dirty blood to ruin the Clan - but as they got closer he could see that tufted ears and long fur that was almost exclusive to WinterClan blooded cats. Now that was something worth investigating. Quietly he padded after Fervidsummer and Frigidpaw and hovered outside of the Witch's den, his obvious intention being to eavesdrop, although he was being intentionally obvious about it.

Pale morning light filtered into the entrance of the witch's den, rousing Brindlekit. She blinked open her celadon eyes and yawned, reflexively flexing her muscle as she did so, and wincing in pain as they screamed in protest. Between the traveling and the icy cold water, the gray-and-cream she-cat was exhausted. Her mind however, was racing, and she wasted no time prodding her sister awake, "Rosekit. Rosekit! Wake up! You won't believe the dream I just had!"

"That cat I told you about... the one that told me to jump in the river," Brindlekit explained, her voice certainly carrying to any listening ears (which is you pao), "He visited me in a dream last night. He told me that this is the place we were destined to be from the very beginning. He said that he is our great-grandfather and that he was once leader of WinterClan, Goldenstar! How cool is that!"

Unlike her sister, Brindlekit was in good health, her thick fur protecting her from being truly chilled by the river, "That means mom must have been a WinterClan Princess or something. I wonder if anyone here knows her?"

(Wait which cat of mine? Frevidsummer, Wintrystar, or Coudywinter?)

Wintrystar had been called by Frevidsummer to the Witch's den when she'd brought two kits. Since then, the Sovereign had bene hanging out here trying to figure out where the two kits came from. Overhearing the one speak about Goldenstar, she tuned in more to what they were saying. Relation to Goldenstar? How odd. And for it to have come in a dream at that, especially since StarClan hadn't spoken to them in months and they'd switched religions since then. She decide then that she would keep the kits close, and what better way then to give them to her motherly half-sister Frevidsummer. Few would question it considering she was the cat who found the kits. At least they wouldn't so long as the heritage remained secret. There were few in the clan, Emberbrand being one of them, that recently had made claims to being related to Goldenstar. She would believe none of it until the leader himself contacted her.

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