Wolfkit lay in the harsh winter storm by her dead mother. Her four siblings had died earlier in the trip. "Lilacfur," Wolfkit sobbed to herself. "Please come back!" A sound came from behind her and she turned around. A cat stared back at her. Wolfkit trembled in her white fur. She thought about running, but she would never leave her mother, dead or not.
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