CHAPTER 4 “Hey Widowpaw, come check out the lake!” Nightpaw called out from behind one of the large oaks. Widowpaw padded over, her black fur like a shadow within each tree shadow. Hopefully, he doesn’t do what he did last time, she thought. “What a sight!” Blizzardpaw gasped. “What is it Nightpaw? You always show me things, then trick me!” She reminded him. He twitched his ears. “What a draft!” “Oh you felt that! Hah!” Nightpaw laughed, “So you aren’t immune to the cold!” Widowpaw’s tail shot straight up. Blizzardpaw eyed them both. “What do you mean?” “Not interested!” She called back. “Widowpaw?”