Irish-Gamer

“Sleetkit! Vinekit!” Jadesnow’s scream rang through the camp as the nursery collapsed on her two youngest kits. “No! My kits!” She threw herself at the rubble of what was left at the den and started violently tearing at it, her claws becoming bloody from tearing at the tough rocks and roots. The yowls of the beginning battle were drowned out to her, only the echoing scream of her kits and the blood pounding in her ears. Her vision blurred with tears and as the other queens ran to safety, Jadesnow stayed as she clawed desperately at what she refused to believe was a useless attempt to save her kits. “Jadesn