It was the middle of leafbare, prey was scarce except for some appearing in certain places where they were easy to find. The trees were leafless and had snow falling onto their bare branches, the forest floor only a blanket of white as far as the eye could see. All was quiet that night until a loud pain filled yowl split the silence.

A pretty silver tabby she cat was collapsed on her side struggling to give birth as the snow around her started to turn red. It was not the right time to be giving birth as she was a few day's early, as she continued to struggle she releases yet another painful yowl as a big contraction hit her. When another contraction hits her she begins to push when she suddenly feels a big ball of fur slid out from within her. Before she even moves the kit opens his mouth as soon he's out taking a deep breath to release a long and loud yowl that sounded so much like the roar of a big cat she heard so much stories about. Being surprised at the yowl she started to clean his fur noticing how bright his silver fur appeared in the dark, with grayish-silver markings appearing here and there within his fur, a small patch of fluff appearing look like a lions mane around his neck and up to his stomach. She could tell that he was gonna be a big cat like his father as soon as he grew up.
The she cat experiences one more contraction before feeling two more balls of fur slid out one behind the other but sadly they were lifeless. She looks sadly at the two lifeless forms postponing her licking to nudge the body of both kits before she continues lick her only living kit as the life slowly ebbs from her while she continues to bleed from giving birth. Her breathing starts to get shallower as her licking starts to get weaker and weaker till she is breathing no more.

It's not until a few heartbeats later a patrol of five cats come across her still warm body attracted by the yowls that alerted them all back in camp. "Snowdrop." is heard while the patrol looked at her in sadness, then they all noticed the wriggling kit next to her body, where a long haired white tom stepped forward quickly leaning down to pick the kit up by his scruff while two other cats stepped forward one of them leaning down to shoulder the queen on top of his shoulder and while the other helped him before they both lifted her up managing to carry her weight between them, and another two picked up the stillborn kits. The white tom then lead the patrol back the way that they had come.