Cold Heat

==Chapter One==
It had been tough times in HeartClan, it seemed to always be leafbare. No one seemed to remember the last time the snow that covered the ground had thawed. Many kits and warriors had died and there were only 10 cats left surviving. Another raging blizzard stormed throughout the land. Phantommist, one of the queens, let out a large yowl.
"I'm kitting! Get Warmdream!" The smoky black she-cat hissed. Rushstar, the leader and Phantommist's mate, let out a sigh.
"Of all the times to start kitting!" He sniffed. "I'll get her!" The white tom hurried out of the den and came back with a she-cat.
She looked like a warm, tropical dream compared to the surrounding background of the snowstorm. Her coat was a fiery ginger and her eyes were a warm green.
"What do you need?" She asked. She looked at Phantommist, who's face was distorted in pain.
It wasn't long until four kits were born, a golden she-kit, a ginger tom, a white and golden tom, and a ginger and white she-kit. Rushstar looked down at them with admiration and love.
"What should we name them?" He asked his mate, who was now nursing.
"I want to name the golden she-kit Sunkit, the ginger tom will be named Flamekit, the golden and white tom will be named Goldkit and the ginger and white she-kit Brightkit." Phantomist decided. Warmdream let out a gasp of enjoyment as she called to the new parents.
"Guys, look!" She squealed. A hot, golden ray of sunshine came through the den and water trickled through. She looked down at the four kits. "It's destiny!"
"The thaw has come..."
==Chapter Two==
Flameheart woke up and stretched, enjoying the hot weather. He didn't remember the last time he felt cold. As the sun soaked into his flaming ginger pelt, he was reminded of a tale his mother told him. Right before him and his siblings were born, there had been terrible blizzards. The clan was down to only 10 cats, all of whom were in bad health.
Then, the moment him and his siblings were born, the thaw came. They had now had bright sunshine and warm weather. Prey had been plentiful and HeartClan was flourishing. Life was good. Rushstar came out of his den and stretched. Flameheart watched as the golden pelt of his littermate, Sunsplash, approach their father cheerfully.
"Hello, Rushstar!" The golden she-cat's fur shone as if it were made of pure sunshine. "How are you today?"
"Perfectly fine, Sunsplash, and you?" The snow-colored leader responded, picking up a large bird from the fresh-kill pile.
"Perfectly fine!" She beamed up at him. "I just got wonderful news from Brightwing! She's expecting kits!"
"Kits? That's fabulous! My sweet daughter!" Rushstar purred. He ran off, probably to go congratulate her.
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