Silverpelt woke early from the wind freezing her back. She rolled over, trying to get warm, but the wind seemed to touch every part of her. She padded over to Jaggedfang, who was cleaning himself a few mouselengths away.
" I can't sleep," she whispered, " It's as if the cold is attacking me." Jaggedfang looked up at her. They suddenly heard a kit squeal, and they whipped their heads facing the nursery. Then they heard a loud groan from an elder.
" The cold is attacking everyone." said Jaggedfang. "The whole clan."
Silverpelt shivered, not just from the cold. "This leaf-bare will be heard..." she whispered.
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