In the Twisting Winds

Prologe Through the scattered snowflakes, I saw a pair of green eyes. My heart skipped a beat, knowing it could only be Winter through this snowstorm. He was the only man light enough not be be seen. His ears and tail were pure white too. I beckoned him over with a flick of my red tail. My amber eyes scanned the soft snow before me, sheltering the three meif’wa we claimed as our kits. One looked like me, reddish ears and tail, long black hair, soft amber eyes, dark tan skin. One was exactly like Winter, Light skinned, white hair on his oval-shaped head. He had dark, dappled green eyes and a white ears and tail. The other one was half and half. Though she had long black hair with white tips. One ear and half her tail were white, the others reddish! One eye dappled green, the other soft amber. Her skin not dark, but not light either. Fox, Snow, and…A name? I thought. I looked to Winter, his eyes shining, his mouth barely moving as he said a name for her. “Canadra.” That was his sisters name, she resembled her. I quickly turned to the reddish cat I was used to, pickking up Fox. I let Candra ride on my back while Winter did the same for Snowy. I smiled. Winter and I had been friends since forever, now we had our own little bundles of joy to prove that. – Fox stumbled out into the snow head-first, laughing. I kept a close eye on her, though the dark she-kit was hard to miss. Candra stayed in the small den with me, the kit had been in cat form since she was named. She cared for her brothers and sister, with love and compassion but also with a harsh tone when they whined. She would soon do that with the whole of the group. You see, she would be needed for the survival of the Shapeshifters. She’d be amazing. What else could she be? I mean. Where we live cats like her get thrown into the ocean. I mean, I get it. She is deaf.