Warriors: Wailingstream, Larchleap, Frostsnap, Frozenflame

Born into FallowClan by a loving mother Brightsky and protective father Blizzardbelly, Frostkit had a peaceful kithood with no battles or dangers taking family members away, but disaster struck with greencough when she and her three siblings were made into apprentices. Laurelpaw, Frostpaw's sister, was the first to fall from the disease, followed closely by her older sister Poppyspots. When her leader Skystar fell ill too, Frostpaw couldn't take it and fled the territory with her father Blizzardbelly. The pair traveled through the Twolegplace 'till Blizzardbelly was abducted by Twolegs and Frostpaw was left alone. Cold and hungry, a rogue attacked her in an alley as she was searching through rubbish but a kittypet by the name of Thomas found her, and managed to get her to the safety of his nest. Frostpaw slowly but surely fell in love with Thomas and, when his housefolk had healed her, had no reason to leave. But when Blizzardbelly returned, looking scarred and worse for wear, Frostpaw's love of the open skies took the pair back to FallowClan, where they were made warriors along with the recently recovered Pelicanpaw, and in front of their mother Brightsky. When Frostsnap realized she was pregnant however, she panicked and didn't tell anyone, instead having her kit out in the moors where nobody could find her. Daffodilkit lasted only a few hours before joining SoulClan, but that just made Frostsnap's pain worse. Nobody knew about her kit, not even Thomas, and she buried her kit beneath a patch of daffodils which always remind her of the kit whenever she sees them.

Frostsnap had had a pleasant morning. She awoke to the sound of birdsong in the trees and light filtering into the den, gently rousing her from a dream about catching a fish. It was strange, because FallowClan warriors rarely caught fish, but it had been satisfying. She slipped out of the den, careful to avoid the tails of her denmates, and found herself a sunny spot to bathe. The she-cat’s tongue rasped over her white fur, making sure each stripe lay properly, and as she cleaned her whiskers, she glanced around and wondered where the rest of the patrol was. Probably sleeping, she thought with a hint of amusement. The other three cats on patrol were much younger than her - a new warrior and two apprentices. That assortment should be fun. The blue-eyed warrior stood and stretched each leg in turn, giving a pleasant little purr at the feeling of her loose muscles. She gave a noncommittal sniff to the fresh-kill pile, which was running low, and one of the squirrels on it looked sort of...bad. She pushed it out of the pile with her tail. The Clan would definitely appreciate some warm prey. Frostsnap trotted lightly over to the camp entrance and sat waiting for the other clan members. It set a good example, she thought, for the oldest warrior to be ready first. Now if everyone else could just get here already...