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C H A P T E R   T W E L V E         As the snow melted even more, the flowers began to grow and even bloom. The vegetation in the once completely white forest grew more, revealing the green leaves and grass under the snow. The chattering of critters began to be heard more and more. The atmosphere gave a somewhat warm feeling to the cats in the colony as they felt the end of the harsh winter and the coming of spring. Aethra was nudged awake by Crisis, who simply tipped her head toward the entrance as if she were summoning her out. The two padded out to the center of their camp, as did half of the w

C H A P T E R   E L E V E N         The soft pattering of paws on the ground could be heard just outside of the entrance to the colony. Four slow, staggering figures bumbled their way in with grim expressions. Their tails dragged, their ears were flattened, and their eyes drooped, but only Mazie appeared to be the most upset. Crisis directed her attention toward the search party and gave a sympathetic look. She watched as Mazie stalked to her den while the others scattered out to go about their day. Before Mazie entered her den, Crisis met her halfway. "Mazie-" she began, but was quickly cut off. "Aethra was right." Mazie