Winter doesn't last forever..

Winterkit was playing near the river. She span and span. She felt herself plunging into the river. She struggled upwards. She let out mews and cries to call for help, but it was too late. She floated onto the bank of the river, dead.

She looked down from StarClan and said, "I love you Minnowtail, and I love you too, Sheepkit."

OOC~ Can't leave her laying there...

The strong and proud ginger and white warrior was ice fishing further upstream. He flicked his paws in disgust and fluffed up his pelt. I hate ice fishing! But we need prey. Growling he scooped up his meager catch, he was headed towards home alongside the icy river when he spotted unusual colors through the reeds. Setting his prey home he padded closer cautiously, stifling a gasp he recognized the pelt. As a father he had learned to keep tabs on kits, his own brood was practically grown but he still and always will feel like a father. He splashed in the shallow water to the tiny kit, sniffing her he couldn't hide the scent of death, he sighed. Too soon young one. Scooping her up, her dripping pelt clung to her sides making her look even smaller. He left his catch and padded back to camp.