On a Frigid NightOn a Frigid Night3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Outside the den paced a dark figure, pelt slicked down with rainwater and golden eyes narrowed to slits against the wind. His gray tail lashed back and forth as he walked circles in front of the nursery walls. The tom winced as a terrible, hacking cough sounded from inside. Please, StarClan, he prayed. Let her be all right. His gaze lifted to the sky, where black clouds spilled out rain relentlessly. Wavetail searched their rolling bellies fro even a crack - any sign that the storm would let up. The brutal downpour has begun moments before his mate had started kitting; whispers were flitting around camp that the storm was a bad omen for ill Salmontail. The queen had been plagued with a horrible illness for the past quarter moon, and the healer feared she had contracted whitecough.
There was no room for him inside, but he refused to leave, even in the rain. Please, save her.
After what seemed like seasons, a low cry split the air, rising above the thunder. Praying i