Snow-Clan

Swiftstar looked in the direction of the end of camp. So much has changed in her Clan ever since she became leader. Her best friend had kits, she had gotten an apprentice…so much. She counted the members of her Clan. Twenty-eight, she counted. That was far more than the original six they started off with. The lively leader had eight lives left. She hadn't lost a life since five months before, battling rouges. They leaved her land alone. Snowkit’s land, she thought. After all, we owe much to our fallen kit. She didn't deserve to die, and I regret that I could not save her. She walked to the center of camp. Shyfoot passed her. &ld