A dark-furred tom watched carefully through narrowed yellow eyes as two young kits play-fight in the snow, each trying to beat the other. They show the true strength and fight of a BrookClan cat, but something about them is special. He thought, swishing his tail. "Darkheart?" The tom spun around and met Brightstar's bright amber eyes. "What are you doing up here? You should be down there sorting patrols," He watched her stalk away, her ginger pelt bristling. He narrowed his eyes. Why should I care?
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