Littlestorm & co

Sunnyreed and Berrysprout always wanted kits, but couldnt have any of theif own. Until fate appears under a holly bush one leaf-fall eve, a little squirming gray tot. Barely old enough to be weaned, lucky enough. Begrudgingly they were allowed to shelter it in camp in a particularly cold night, but sent to return it to the twoleg place by dawn. The two were smitten with their new found baby, and refused to leave her, arguing that she could be trained like a cat, they could teach her their language, and she’d be a powerful force of protection. Curiously, their leader gave then a chance, to the Clans strife. Miraculously, the puppu grew to be, while a little destructive, overall loyal, and willing to learn. She is now named Littlestorm and can speak very few broken cat sentences