Warriors: Everfree of Secrets

The river of Lakeclan rushed quickly, but that was the only noise. The cattail of the river stuck out of the ice as the wind whistled.  The cold of the forest gripped onto the ground and leaves. The night was calm and the wind blew nicely.

There was a swift movement across from the river. A large tom swept across the snow. He shook some of the snow from his paws and he waited for two kits to go ahead of him. His white coat camouflaged into the snow, but his red and blue mane stood out.

The two small kits in front of him struggled in to snow. The red kit was a Pegasus with dark orange mane. They struggled through the snow, and they grasped for warmth. The ice of the snow matted onto their fur.  Whenever they stopped, however, the white tom kept pushing them forward.

The three cats trudged across the frozen until it widened into the lake where a small island stood in the middle. They slipped and slid across the ice right onto the island. “We’re almost there,” the white cat mewed.

They slipped onto the cold earth of the bank. They soon came to a small cave in Lakeclan territory. The bigger of the kits ran ahead at the sight of the cave, but the tom quickly caught him by the scruff before he could get in. He then walked inside and he set down the kits. He saw Nightingale, and he smiled. “Nightingale, can you help me with these kits?” he asked kindly.

“Fleurheart?” she asked, “Who’s kits are they?” She looked down at them, and they crawled over to her.

She smiled, and Fleurheart looked at her. “Well, I just found them freezing in the snow,” he mewed, and he sat down.

“Who in the wide, wide world of Equestria abandon their kits at this time of year, and in this type of weather?” she asked.

Fleurheart shrugged. “How am I supposed to know? Probably a rogue, or twolegs,” he mewed, and she looked down at them.

“Alright, I can take care of them,” she mewed, and she let them suckle on her.

He smiled, and left to the warriors den. When she sniffed them, however, she did not smell a rogue, loner, or twoleg. She smelled a cat from another clan. But, what would he be doing there? She sat and thought about it, while the calm snow outside fell to the cold ground of the forest. The scents of the kits were Lightningclan.