Like mother, unlike daughter [c]

By the grace of Starclan, the Clans had managed to find somewhere warm for the evening, which in all honesty, was a miracle to the young Crakekit. Her entire world seemed to be nothing but an eternity of ice, snow, and cold, and though her kit pelt had certainly enough fluff to try and keep her warm, it was nothing for the bitterly chilling winds that blew through on more than one occasion. Hues of silver, darker ashen grey, white, cream, and brown all mixed together in various patches to make her look not too dissimilar to the little cave they had found in the mountain wall, and for once, she wished she could be battling her sister and gloat about how now she had the pelt that gave her the upper-paw.

But, she was still a kit, and a kit's energy levels may seem eternal... yet still burnt out at some point. Her head drooped as she walked forward, every-other step a complete stumble as she could hardly keep herself upright as she followed the scent of her mother. Fennelbreeze was a cat she could pick out of any crowd by scent alone, instinct having formed a bond between the mother-daughter duo. With a mismatched gaze that was hardly visible thanks to her nearly-closed eyelids, it felt like an eternity before she finally collapsed, right between the front paws of her mother. "Mama... I... sleeeeeppppyyyy..." She whined, a large yawn being punctuated by yet another whining huff as she cuddled up close. "I wanna... I wanna story." Perhaps the only thing that ever seemed to tame the absolute spitfire of a kit was the inevitable burnout that came from expending all of her energy in a day.

She had absolutely no qualms snuggling right into the embrace her mother provided, immediately feeling whatever cantankerous frustrations soothed. She didn't know why being so tired made her so fussy-but it did. As she settled in, and heard the gentle rumbling laughter, the warmth was certainly infectious. Absolutely, a resoundingly excited squeal couldn't help but work its way out of her lungs as the story was teased.

Widened eyes of pure bewilderment stared up at her mother with their two colors, and her jaw gaped open. "Tigerstar was once Tigerdance? Does that mean... papa will become Sootstar one day???" She couldn't think of calling her father by any other name. It simply didn't make sense to her young mind. "Did Tigerstar get any battle scars??? Did... did you bring home the eagle to eat? do we even eat Eagles?" Stars, she was sounding like her brother. "I wanna take down an eagle one day..."