Seafoam

Up until her mother's passing, Seafoam's short life had been pretty uneventful. Raised in a barn, most things were easy to come by - plump mice, a warm bed, kittypet food on occasion. The lifestyle suited her, perhaps more than it did her family. She didn't really understand why her uncle Huckleberry had hauled her all the way to the middle of frozen nowhere, even if it was where her mother had been raised. If it was that important, surely she could have shown her herself?

Now, at least, she had mostly gotten used to it. She has friends, she's learned how to hunt at least decently, and, most importantly, Vipersong was her mate, finally. She'd waited moons to ask her, and then Vipersong had taken moons to make up her mind, but now they were finally mates. And life was finally good again.