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Singetail dipped his head to his leader and replied reassuringly. "Of course we will survive the winter. All of us are strong- even this little kit." , the tom looked over to the small kit with a gentle expression on his face. He also let out a soft purr towards the she-kit before turning back to Onyxstar.

"You have no need to worry for such a thing."

A feline smile graces her features at singtail’s words, turning to touch her nose to the warrior’s shoulder, “thank you, and i hope your right. Now i must sit and await the ancestors judgement, will you take...foxkit to the nursery?” She askes, giving her small kit a name and noseing the little one softly.

She then returns her gaze to the sky, ears folding and tail swishing as eyes close and the moons light washes over her. First there is silence and then brightness that allmost over takes her and a deep otherworldly voice.

~Hello, Onyxstar. We are pleased to see you tonight, and commend you upon your strenght in leading your clan. But we did not ask you here to commend you, no this is a night of telling what is to come.
The cold season will bring both hardship and renewal, be aware of the fire eyes and the raven wing, one will bring the clan greatness and the other hardship. Which will be up to you and your cats. Be vigilant my dear and be strong, fore your strenght will keep your clan safe and strong.~

These words reverbated within her, and then were gone along with the bright light. Leaving the shecat both relieved and worried all at once, -beware the fire eyes and the raven wing...what did the ancestors mean?- mewling softly she layed atop her den, hoping she would know what to do when the time came.

She loved the the name Foxkit. She mewed as she follows the cat that her mother told her to follow.

Clearwing walked about the clan's camp, nervous beyond belief. It was time for their leader to await the ancestors call, and she had no idea what they would say about the future of their kind. Maybe they foretold destruction, or a plentiful year for the clan and its kits. These things always worried her, and the fact that the ancestors had never been wrong was a definite cause. Usually they were slightly cryptic, but easy enough to figure out. This time shouldn't be any different. She calmly walked up to Onyxstar on her den, not wanting to interrupt her. She cleared her throat, hoping the sound would be enough to get Onyxstar's attention.

Singetail gently padded away from his leader, Foxkit in tow, and guided her to the nursery. The tom nudged the kit into a queen's nest so it could feel her warmth. "There you go Foxkit. Stay here and sleep dear, okay?"

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