Agate hopped across the snowy ground, her stubby legs sinking into the cold, white fluff of leafbare after each step. Though she definitely did not seem to mind. Life in CreekClan was nice so far, much nicer than living with the soldiers. She had no particular grievances against any of them - could she, at such a young age, with such an upbeat attitude - but CreekClan seemed so much friendlier. More cats willing to play, to make friends. One of such friends was going to be the victim of an incoming onslaught of snow... and he better be thankful for it!
Crookedstick. A familiar name and pelt that Daykit would come rushing to once she was given an official Clan name. Daykit. So much different from the name her mama had given her, yet it still seemed to fit. It was nice and she liked it. The day brought forth such positive energy, she could only hope she gave the same energy to all her friends.
But back to what's important! Crookedstick was often the companion Daykit found herself running