Talk:The Pine Copse/@comment-5160349-20140220023949

Cherrykit struggled through the snow, shivering at the sheer cold of the soft white material. She had sneaked out of the camp, desperate to prove herself and catch a mouse. She was sick of staying a kit, especially since her ceremony was overdue, and if her littermates weren't up for showing the clan that they were ready to become apprentices, she was eager to do it herself.

After several minutes of cold wandering, she twitched her ear, and heard something crunch in the snow. She widened her eyes, and laid flat on the snow, eager to copy what her fellow warrior clanmates have done. Waving her tail straight up in the air, she hastily leaped on what was causing the movement, and drooped when she noticed that it was nothing more than a fallen branch. She gazed back up and let out a tiny sigh.

Suddenly, she heard something creak above her. "Huh--?" The kit squealed in shock as a small tree tilted to the side, and faster before she could move, the tree crashed onto the tortoiseshell. An immense pain cracked through her spine, and her cry of pain was cut off as the world around her dissolved into black.