The tiny kit could feel himself falling. As soon as his head hit his paws, he seemed to be swept away. He thought he heard someone calling his name before he was lost to the dizzying darkness.
where was he? The warm, familiar scents of the ThunderClan nursery had disappeared, replaced by a sharp, cold, different scent.
Death.
Without effort, Blazekit opened his eyes. Massive trees soared high into the sky, a dark gray color. Below his paws were sharp nettles. And it was COLD. Blazekit shivered and fluffed out his thin, dark gray pelt. His bright hazel eyes were the only spot of color, cutting through the spine-chilling darkness.


