Power in the snow (second lives)

Cloudedfire paced in the thick snow. She didn't mind the cold- her ancestors had survived in much harsher conditions than this sotrm. Fluffing up her fur, she snarled in frustration. Apparently she had to wait here until something happened.

Demonsoul peeked out at Cloudedfire. "Who are you?" she asked.

Cloudedfire growled in frustration. "Don't tell me Starclan sent me here in this weather to see YOU."

Something moved in the distance. It's pelt was like one of a fox, yet it was smaller than one. The being didn't leave tracks as it prodded through the snow to Cloudfire and Demonsoul. It was soon revealed that this being was a cat, a pretty ginger she-cat.
"Greetings."

Hazelpaw feel out of the bushes, withn umph. "That wasn't very graceful." She said, looking like a bundle of black spots against the snow. Black snow with hazel eyes.

"Whats wrong with me?!" Demonsoul hissed, her eyes flaring.

CLoudedfire growled. "Oh, thank you ancestors. Bringing me in this snowstorm to meet cats I don't know. Ones that LEOPARDHEART would probably know."

Shadowkit sat alone in the far corner of the clearing, he looked the size of an old apprentice, like he should be if he was in the clans.

Demonsouls eyes narrowed. "Leopardheart? The one Midnightpelt knew?"

OOC: uhg, i kept typing Demonpelt

"I don't know Leopardheart, who's she?" Hazelpaw asked, her ears perked.

Mistedclover padded out. Her white fur with patches of red, brown, and black standing out in the snow. "Hey." She mewed, blinking her bright green eyes.

Cloudedfire growled. "So, since Starclan sent me to brave this weather, I should ask all of you who you all are?"

"Demonsoul." Demonsoul said, "You are nice."

He yawned and stretched outt.

Gingerheart loosened.
"Don't be so heavyhearted. StarClan has brought friends."
She said quietly and gently.