Prologue
It was a dark, starry night when 2 kits were born. But only 1 survived. Her pelt as white as snow.
"What should we call her Flamestar?" A green she-cat asked.
"What do you think we should call her, Mintfur?" The orange tom replied.
"Hmm. How about Snowykit?"
"Perfect. "







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