Crowsong's calling

In a big nordic forest Corvidclan’s dens accompanied the sleeping rocks and stones. Since long before the cats’ reside a landslide from the mountains had brought them there and following their river-like trail out of the forest shadows; high, palish cliffs towered out above the Atlantic ocean.

Corvidclan’s leaders were expecting their very first litter. The exciting news quickly spread to the rest of the clan; soon they would meet the next generation of strong and fierce cats, including their future clan leader. Both spring and summer had been kind with mostly sunny days complemented by generous rain showers; creating the best environment possible for all forest’s residents to prosper in. Bringing kits into the world at this time, with enough prey to eat and safe weather conditions would surely help them grow strong and healthy.

But alas, Crowsong; the single-born kit was neglected from the moment she entered the world. Corvidclan held a long, proud lineage of black and dark gray cats; representing the quick and clever corvids which ruled the sky above them. But this kit’s fur was as white as winter snow and her eyes were neither yellow, blue nor brown, but instead a pinkish red hue.