The snow-white she-cat ushered the three kits out of the camp and into the snowy moor. "Mommy, I'm cold. When can we go back?" a calico she-kit mewed. "Shush, Petalkit." the snow she-cat firmly meowed. The littlest one, a black kit, collapsed. A kit with stormy-gray fur mewed "Featherkit!" "She will be alright. Now go!" the snowy she-cat hissed. As the three cats walked away, the small black kit mewed something too quiet to make out. A little louder, she mewed  "But...but you promised"